KELIS


Aww Shit! Lyrics

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***

these lyrics are last corrected by Frannie

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