Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aww S***! (Feat. Smoke), artist - Kelis. Album song Kelis Was Here, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 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! |