Aww S***! (Feat. Smoke) - Kelis, 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!