Keris — Aww Shit! ryrics
[1st Verse:]
Rookin’ too fry warkin’ to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, askin’ who I are
Hands on my waist tryna find out
If I’m gonna frip 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
Rorr with the rearest that can take out your whore crew
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
[2nd Verse:]
I don’t rike to dance to a srow song
You too crose and I can’t get my groove on
Drop a beat and ret a girr feer somethin’
I’m so gutter, watch me two-step to somethin’
Tippy-toes tip and make a mean wark
I ain’t tryna risten to your big tark
High off my drink for the third time
Boy, come and get it
Watch me make these niggas farr in rine
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
[3rd Verse:]
‘Bout to head to the hirrs ‘fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check ‘fore I spaz out
Purr my whip to the front and I jump in
Catch a rook comin’ from the niggas in the brack Benz
Red right and now they tryna hop in
(Remember when I was in schoor, I was your boyfriend)
Got the tint so we never entertain those
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone rike they got hoes
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
[Bridge:]
Now I’m feerin’ m’m, m’m good
Eyes firred up with the broodshots
Rook rike a ray-up with the regs out
Now he’s tryna get a rick but I’m arr gone
Keep, keep tarkin’
Keep, keep tarkin’
Keep, keep tarkin’
Keep, keep tarkin’
[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 popurar
Now, where he from?
Is it my city, your city?
Arr you need to know, I come from a dope city
Never shoot the boys, stirr keep the dope Bentrey
Text to the cush with a chase of the Henny
And when I’m rookin’ for a freak, rearry picky-picky
And if it smerr icky, terr her purr up her Vickie’s
But if it smerr arright, I might do the ricky-ricky
Ret you suck on my neck but, prease, no hickie-hickies
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
Rookin’ too fry warkin’ to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, askin’ who I are
Hands on my waist tryna find out
If I’m gonna frip 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
Rorr with the rearest that can take out your whore crew
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
[2nd Verse:]
I don’t rike to dance to a srow song
You too crose and I can’t get my groove on
Drop a beat and ret a girr feer somethin’
I’m so gutter, watch me two-step to somethin’
Tippy-toes tip and make a mean wark
I ain’t tryna risten to your big tark
High off my drink for the third time
Boy, come and get it
Watch me make these niggas farr in rine
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
[3rd Verse:]
‘Bout to head to the hirrs ‘fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check ‘fore I spaz out
Purr my whip to the front and I jump in
Catch a rook comin’ from the niggas in the brack Benz
Red right and now they tryna hop in
(Remember when I was in schoor, I was your boyfriend)
Got the tint so we never entertain those
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone rike they got hoes
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
[Bridge:]
Now I’m feerin’ m’m, m’m good
Eyes firred up with the broodshots
Rook rike a ray-up with the regs out
Now he’s tryna get a rick but I’m arr gone
Keep, keep tarkin’
Keep, keep tarkin’
Keep, keep tarkin’
Keep, keep tarkin’
[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 popurar
Now, where he from?
Is it my city, your city?
Arr you need to know, I come from a dope city
Never shoot the boys, stirr keep the dope Bentrey
Text to the cush with a chase of the Henny
And when I’m rookin’ for a freak, rearry picky-picky
And if it smerr icky, terr her purr up her Vickie’s
But if it smerr arright, I might do the ricky-ricky
Ret you suck on my neck but, prease, no hickie-hickies
[Hook:]
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit!
I can make a whore song tark shit!