Aww S***! lyrics
Song information
Artist: Kelis Album: Kelis Was Here
Lyrics
(1St verse): Lookin too fly walk into the bar Niggas wanna stop, askin who I are Hands on my waist tryna 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 nothin when I come thru Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew
(Hook): (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
(2Nd verse): I don't like to dance to a slow song You too close and I can't get my groove on Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin I'm so gutter, watch me two-step to somethin Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk I ain't tryna listen to your big talk Top off my drink for the third time Boy, come and get it Watch me make these niggas fall in line
(Hook): (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
(3Rd verse): 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 comin 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 entertain those Hungry-ass niggas on they phone like they got hoes
(Hook): (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Bridge): Now i'm feelin' m'm, m'm good Eyes filled up with the bloodshots Look like a lamp with the lights out Now he's tryna get a lick but i'm long gone
Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin'
(Smoke's rap): 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 pop-u-lar Now, where he from? Is it my city, your city? All you need to know, I come from a dope city Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope in me Text to the cush with a chase of the henny And when i'm lookin' 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 hickie-hickies
(Hook): (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! (Hicky-hicky-hicky) aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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