Kelis - Aww Shit! Lyrics
[1st Verse:]Lookin Too Fly Walkin To The BarNiggas Wanna Stop, Askin Who I AreHands On My Waist Tryna Find OutIf Im Gonna Flip Off Of One Drink And Can He Get DownIm A Rock Hip-hop Pop StarCant Check Out The Door In A Fast CarNever Run From Nothin When I Come ThruRoll 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 Dont Like To Dance To A Slow SongYou Too Close And I Cant Get My Groove OnDrop A Beat And Let A Girl Feel SomethinIm So Gutter, Watch Me Two-step To SomethinTippy-toes Tip And Make A Mean WalkI Aint Tryna Listen To Your Big TalkHigh Off My Drink For The Third TimeBoy, Come And Get ItWatch 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 OutGet My Coat From The Check fore I Spaz OutPull My Whip To The Front And I Jump InCatch A Look Comin From The Niggas In The Black BenzRed Light And Now They Tryna Hop In(remember When I Was In School, I Was Your Boyfriend)Got The Tint So We Never Entertain ThoseHungry-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 Im Feelin Mm, Mm GoodEyes Filled Up With The BloodshotsLook Like A Lay-up With The Legs OutNow Hes Tryna Get A Lick But Im All GoneKeep, Keep TalkinKeep, Keep TalkinKeep, Keep TalkinKeep, Keep Talkin[smokes Rap:]Whos This Man Whos Not Star?Yet You Wondering Who I AreOn Track With Rock Hip-hop Star, The Pop StarWho The Man Behind Hot Bars?Smoke, Im Soon To Be PopularNow, Where He From?Is It My City, Your City?All You Need To Know, I Come From A Dope CityNever Shoot The Boys, Still Keep The Dope BentleyText To The Cush With A Chase Of The HennyAnd When Im Lookin For A Freak, Really Picky-pickyAnd If It Smell Icky, Tell Her Pull Up Her VickiesBut If It Smell Alright, I Might Do The Licky-lickyLet 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!
