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Kelis
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Aww Shit!
Lyricist:Shondrae L Crawford, Tamika Faye Means, Shanell Woodgett
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 through Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew
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
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
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
'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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hungry-ass niggas on they phone like they got hoes
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
Now I'm feelin' m'm, m'm good Eyes filled up with the blood shots 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'
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, 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 crush 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
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
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