Lirik Lagu Aww Shit! - Kelis
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[1st Verse:]Lookin’ too fly walkin’ to the barNiggas wanna stop, askin’ who I areHands on my waist tryna find outIf I’m gonna flip off of one drink and can he get downI’m a rock hip-hop pop starCan’t 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 don’t like to dance to a slow songYou too close and I can’t get my groove onDrop 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 walkI ain’t 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 I’m feelin’ m’m, m’m goodEyes filled up with the bloodshotsLook like a lay-up with the legs outNow he’s tryna get a lick but I’m all 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 areOn track with rock hip-hop star, the pop starWho the man behind hot bars?Smoke, I’m 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 I’m lookin’ for a freak, really picky-pickyAnd if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie’sBut 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!
[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 songYou too close and I can’t get my groove onDrop 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 walkI ain’t 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 I’m feelin’ m’m, m’m goodEyes filled up with the bloodshotsLook like a lay-up with the legs outNow he’s tryna get a lick but I’m all 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 areOn track with rock hip-hop star, the pop starWho the man behind hot bars?Smoke, I’m 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 I’m lookin’ for a freak, really picky-pickyAnd if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie’sBut 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!