Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aww S***! (Feat. Smoke) , by - Kelis. Song from the album Kelis Was Here, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: LaFace
Song language: English
Aww S***! (Feat. Smoke) |
| 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! |