R. Kelly - Real Talk lyrics

Do I know your friend who? at a club? Who was there? Girl I wouldn't.. Wait a minute, calm down I was at the club with who? Get tha f**...man, you know what? Girl Im not about to sit up here and argue with you about who's to blame Or call no names, real talk See girl, only thing im trying to establish with you is not Who's right or who's wrong, but what's right and what's wrong Real talk Just because your friend say she saw me at a club with some other b**hes Sitting in VIP smoking and drinking and kicking it, tell me girl Did she say there were other guys there? Did she say there were other guys there? Were there other guys there? Well, tell me this How the f** she knew I was with them other girls then When the whole club packed Wait a minute let me finish what I've got to say! I've been with you five years and You listening to your motherf**ing girlfriends I don't know why you f** with them all jealous no-man-having a** hoes anyway Real talk Alway accusing me of some old bullsh** When Im just trying to have a good time Robert you did this, Kells I heard you did that Don't you think I got enough bullsh** on my mind Real talk, hold hold up Didn't I just give you money to go get your Hair, toes and nails done the other day, hmm Yeah your a** was smiling then Real talk, oh Gave who some damn money? I ain't gave nobody no damn money girl? Is you tweakin'? You see what your problem is You're always running off at the mouth Telling your girls your motherf**ing business, when They don't eat with us, they don't sleep with us, besides What they eat don't make us sh** Real talk You call my momma's house and what? Girl my momma ain't gotta screen no calls for me Real talk, and watch your mouth f** me? Girl f** you! I dont give a f** about what you're talking about I'm sick of this bullsh**, I'm coming home and getting my sh** And gettin tha f** up out of Dodge You ain't gotta worry about me no more And the next time your a** get horny Go f** one of your funky a** friends Hell yeah, you probably doing that sh** anyway You gon' burn what? b**h I wish you would burn my motherf**ing clothes With your triflin a**, milton, you bogus girl, Milton Start your car up and get ready to take me home This b**h then lost her motherf**ing mind