A Kiss

Album: Hell: The Sequel (2011)
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  • I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed

    Uh, Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan
    Gucci's my absolute state of mind like Waka's man
    Chopper's spraying, getting head in a car parked, new Gallardo
    This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow
    Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae Bo, 'bout to cross over, I'm the new Ivo
    'Bout to saves a couple of these bitches
    That's right, I'm the new Bible
    You? You five-o. Me? I'm more grounded than punishments
    But I'm too fly though
    Y'all niggas be whining, I should call you Moscato

    Look down at the floorboard
    It looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe
    Never know just what type of a hoe inside of my ride I may let
    Last night went to 5 a.m. and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
    Hoes all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck
    I can see why they fret
    I already ran over two hoes
    And I ain't get out the fucking driveway yet
    Soon as I open the door you try to resist
    What for? Get in girl, don't front, shorty
    You're fighting an un-winnable war, it's useless
    As tits on a boar or little tits on a whore
    Got 'em acting like spoiled brats kicking and screaming
    Like little kids throwing fits on the floor
    Get in the whip, but you ain't turning this frog into a prince
    Why you tryna keep convincing me for?

    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    You won't get one
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Not from me
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Not on the lips, are you crazy?
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me

    Now you in my whip just as long as you understand that I can't be whipped
    You say companionship, I say abandon ship
    I'm a gigolo so you know
    I'm always on the go
    I don't got no time to slow down for no relationshit
    Drop the P and add a T
    Yeah, you can get mad at me all you want
    But I'm ghost before you can even say boo hun, let alone call me one
    A one night stand is all he wants with a female fan, yeah, one like Stan
    And he's so 'bout a one nightstand
    His bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand
    Get the hint?
    Ooh yeah boo – ew
    I ain't finna argue, but why do you think they call it boo?
    Yeah, 'cause the sound of it s'posed to scare you

    Oh ho, we can share you in the back of the McLaren
    I don't give a fuck what your name is
    We gon' call you "Hi" and "Bye"
    Hope you bi in the meantime your name is Sharon
    Slow the flow down so I can what?
    Tell you same face I make
    When I'm shooting the gun's the same face that I make when I fuck
    From the back of my hand on your neck
    Pressing your face against these sheets, it's insane
    You vin changed
    'Cause I'm outta this world girl
    I got that Milky Way dick vein
    I'm at an all-time high with highness
    I'm at an all-time fly with flyness
    And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness, yeah

    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    You won't get one
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Not from me
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Not on the lips, are you crazy?
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me

    Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan
    Push a chick out the car while it's moving like Waka's man
    Her bottom's dark, but her top is tan, her private parts
    Got her on the pole, like the opposite of her papa's plans
    Come on stripper, let's hit the strip, 180, throw it in reverse
    And drop the trans, I'm in the trance, now look at this bitch dance
    Looking at this tramp like, "What are you wearing girl? Quit playing"
    Yeah, bitch and them scratch and sniff pants
    Well let me scratch 'em
    Let me sniff, yeah
    What? Did I say that? I'm on lean like Styrofoam cups and kickstands

    Middle finger stuck on fuck
    Stiff hands, but girl you got a butt like no if ands
    So yeah, what the hell, maybe
    All hail, Shady, he'll tell it like it is
    So tell Katy Perry he's on her tail, he's tailgating
    These bells are my mating call and I'm here
    Bell's waiting, and tell Lady
    Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she's still a male lady
    Wouldn't fuck her with her dick, you heard it, the verdict's in
    He's allergic to divas and take meat cleavers to 'em
    Him don't give a damn about beaver do him
    What a demon, a behemoth evil just seems to be seething through him

    I like the little strip tease you doing this evening
    You and me gon' find three more chickadees and have a menage like Nicki
    You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it
    Sweating, suck my dick or get to stepping's my logic

    My God trick, my dick is hard, as stiff as a yardstick
    What are we gonna do?
    Ride around 'til we're carsick?
    I'ma put this shit in park like dog shit
    And you can blow me in the dark
    In the parking lot of the trailer park by the garbage
    What're you waiting on, me to roll out the carpet?
    Condoms are in the glove compartment, let's start it
    Think I'm joking?
    What, am I sitting here tryna make fake farts with my armpits?
    Tryna get you to spit pop through your nose?
    Am I here to amuse you? Stop it

    I'm in your pocket outside of a church
    The other hand reaching for the bottom of your purse
    You giving me head in a boxing stance
    My dick's so big you could drop it in dirt
    I'm not your man, we're sparring partners
    There's five things you are in charge of
    That's: sucking the dick, sucking the dick
    Sucking the dick, sucking the dick, sucking the dick

    And if you ain't sucking a dick, why you sitting there
    With puckered lips? Oh that's collagen, muhfuckin' bitch
    What you mean how'd you get suckered into this?
    You gon' jump into my truck and then try to get truculent
    You should be suffering, you should be cooking
    You should be buckling your seat belt with oven mitts
    Excuse me while I'm making an ass out of myself
    But it's only because I just wanna get

    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    You won't get one
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Not from me
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Not on the lips, are you crazy?
    I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed
    Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me

    Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fanWriter/s: Ryan Montgomery, Marshall B Mathers, Shondrae Crawford, Dwight Sonti Brown
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
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