Aww Shit! by Kelis
Aww Shit! lyrics
[1st Verse:]
Lookin� too fly walkin� to 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
Bitch I got the doe and 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 do somethin�
Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk
I ain�t tryna listen to your big talk
High 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 groupies on the 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 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 Bentley
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!
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