Kelis "Aww S***! (feat. Smoke)" |
Looking too fly, walking to the bar N***** wanna stop, asking who I are Hands on my waist trying to find out If I'm gonna flip off of one drink and can he get down I'm a rock, hip-hop, pop star Can't check out the door in a fast car Never run from nothing when I come through Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** I don't like to dance through a slow song You're too close and I can't get my groove on Drop a beat and let a girl feel something I'm so gutter, watch me two-step to something Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk I ain't tryna listen to your big talk High off my drink for the third time Boy, come and get it, watch me make these n***** fall in line Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** 'Bout to head to the hills 'fore I pass out Get my coat from the check 'fore I spaz out Pull my whip to the front and I jump in Catch a look coming from the niggas in the black Benz Red light and now they tryna hop in Remember when I was in school, I was your boyfriend? Got the tint so we never entertaing those Hungry-ass groupies on the phone like they got hoes Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** Now I'm feeling mm, mm, good Eyes filled up with the bloodshots Look like a lay-up with the legs out Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm long gone Keep, keep talking Keep, keep talking Keep, keep talking Keep, keep talking Who's this man, who's not star? Yet you wondering who I are On track with rock hip-hop star, the pop star Who the man behind hot bars? Smoke, I'm soon to be popular Now, where he from? Is it my city, yo' city? All you need to know, I come from a dope city Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope Bentley Text to the cush with a chase of the Henny And when I'm looking for a freak, really picky-picky And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie's But if it smell alright, I might do the licky-licky Let you suck on my neck but, please, no hicky-hickies Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** Aww s*** I can make a whole song talk s*** Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |