Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Kiss , by - Bad Meets Evil. Release date: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Kiss |
| Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that I shot a fan |
| Gucci’s my absolute state of mind, like Waka’s man |
| Chopper’s brand, getting head in the car park, new Gallardo |
| This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday’s news tomorrow |
| Stretch a nigga out, I’m the new Tae-bo, |
| Bout to cross HOVA, I’m the new IOVA |
| Bout to saves a couple of these bitches that’s right, I’m the new Bible |
| You? |
| You 5.0, me? |
| I’m all grounded to punishments, but I’m too fly though |
| Y’all niggas be winin', I should call you Moscato |
| Look down at the floorboard |
| It looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe |
| Never know what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let |
| Last night at 5AM, and she ain’t even recover from last Friday yet |
| Hoes all over the ride like it’s an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret |
| I already ran over two hoes and I ain’t get up the fucking drive way yet |
| Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for? |
| Get in girl, don’t push shorty |
| Your, fightin’a war, it’s useless, tits on a whore, little tits on a whore |
| Got a mack and it’s screaming like little kids throwing fits on the floor |
| Get in the whip but you ain’t turning, a frog into a prince |
| What you tryna keep your hands on me for? |
| Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can’t be whipped |
| You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I’m a gigolo so you know |
| I’m always on the go, I ain’t got no time to slow down for no relation shit |
| Drop the P and add a T, yeah, you can get mad at me all you want |
| But I’m ghost before you can even say boo, hun let alone call me one |
| A one-night stand is only once but a female fan yeah one like Stan |
| So by the one nightstand this bedroom has two lamps and only one |
| Nightstand Get the hint? |
| Ooh yeah boo, ew! |
| I ain’t gonna |
| Argue but why do you think they call it boo? |
| Yeah, cause the sound of it’s 'posed to scare you |
| Ho ho, we can share you in the back of the McLaren |
| I don’t give a fuck what your name is, we gon’call you hot and bi Hope you bi in the mean time your name is Sharon |
| Slow the flow down so I can what? |
| Tell you same face |
| When I’m shooting the guns the same face that I make when I fuck |
| The back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it’s |
| insane |
| You been changed, cause I’m outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein |
| I’m at an all-time high with highness, I’m at an all-time fly with flyness |
| And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness |
| Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan |
| (Push your check out the car while it’s moving like Waka’s man) |
| Her bottom’s dark, but her top it tan, her private parts |
| Got it on the pole like the opposite of her papa’s plan |
| (Come on stripper, let’s hit the strip 180 and drop the trance |
| I’m in the trance, looking at this bitch dance) |
| Looking at this girl, like what you wearing girl, quit playing |
| (You wearing them scratch and sniff pants? Well let me scratch 'em |
| Let me sniff, yeah (What?) Did I say that? |
| I’m on lean like styrofoam cups and kickstands |
| Middle finger stuck on fuck, sniff pants |
| But girl you got a butt like no if ands, so yeah what the hell, maybe |
| All hail, Shady, he’ll tell it like it is So tell Katy Perry he’s on her tail, he’s tailgating |
| These balls are my mating call and I’m here, bell’s waiting and tell Lady |
| Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she’s still a male lady |
| Wouldn’t fuck her with her dick you heard, the verdict’s in, he’s allergic to divas |
| he’ll take meat cleavers 'em, him don’t give a damn about Beaver do him |
| What a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems to be seething through him |
| I like the strip tease you doing this evening, you and me gon’find |
| Three more chickadees and have a menage like Nikki |
| You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating |
| Suck my dick, we both gets to steppin to my logic |
| My Patrick, my dick is as hard and thick as a yardstick |
| What we gonna do? |
| Ride around 'til we’re carsick |
| Then I’m gonna put this shit in park like dog shit |
| And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot |
| Out of the trailer park by the garbage |
| What you waiting on? |
| Me to roll up the carpet? |
| The condoms are in the glove compartment, let’s start it Think I’m joking? |
| What, am I sitting here |
| Tryna make fake farts with my armpits? |
| Tryna get you to spit pot through your nose? |
| Am I here to amuse you? |
| Stop it |
| I’m in your pocket outside of a church |
| The other hand is at the bottom of your purse |
| You giving me head in a boxing stance |
| My dick’s so big you could drop it in dirt |
| I’m not your man, we’re sparring partners |
| There’s five things you are in charge of, that’s |
| Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick |
| Sucking a dick, sucking a dick |
| If you ain’t sucking a dick, why you sitting there |
| With puckered lips? |
| That’s collagen, mothafucking bitch |
| What you mean how’d you, get suckered into this |
| You gon’jump into my truck and then try to get truculent? |
| (You should be suffering, you should be cooking |
| You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts) |
| Excuse me while I’m making an ass of myself |
| But it’s only cause I just wanna get… |