Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ay Shawty 3.0 , by - Kitty. Release date: 12.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ay Shawty 3.0 |
| I should be less creepy and less easy sounding |
| Please could you freeze me up zero degrees, freak me |
| Even though I’m greasier than pizza |
| More tweezers I need, Jesus, my teeth they just need bleaching |
| I’ll be sweet to you, always free, I can leave with you |
| Birds and bees are a mystery, teach me? |
| With books thicker than Tolstoy, descriptive |
| And most boys would liquor me up, poison trickery |
| But I predict that you’re gonna see me and split |
| 'Cause you’re dirty Sprite, hi I’m Kitty, your gold teeth are the shit |
| And I’m Mary Jane and you’re Petey, in the street, I’ll invert you |
| So greet me with kisses, iconic and sweet |
| We aren’t even acquainted but I’m gonna wait and listen |
| I really want you to want me, I really wanna take off with you |
| Really want you to want me, 'cause you’re flexing in the trap |
| Every time I hear your voice, I have relapse |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay |
| First off, I don’t love 'em, I bag 'em, I gut 'em |
| And, B, I don’t know where I put 'em |
| Angie Teresa look like Jalisa from BET, she came to see you |
| I’m pleased to pieces but I ain’t see you, no |
| Yeah, you see me at the party, I see you at the party |
| You said, you don’t like to talk at the party |
| Like I’m a fireball at a party, c’mon |
| I can sit and smoke a ciga-cigar-gar from Cuba-Cuba-ba |
| This shit ain’t a Mai Tai, it’s Dirty Sprite, show you right |
| Sure you really really really really say you wanna be my lover? |
| Say you wanna go home and watch cartoons? |
| Yeah, me too, but not with you |
| Ride around town like a mobster do |
| High off weed and lots of booze |
| Meat in her tail like a lobster do |
| And she Dominican too, so I ain’t fucking with you |
| Listen, mami, you really want me to want you? |
| Then don’t want me, I got you |
| You really want me to want you? |
| Turn into a pack of bogeys |
| It’s cool you thought you could know me but… |
| Nah |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay shawty, let me holler at you |
| Ay |