Smoke - Aww S***! lyrics

Lookin' too fly walkin' to the bar n***as 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 (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**! 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 High off my drink for the third time Boy, come and get it Watch me make these n***as fall in line (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**! 'Bout to head to the hills 'fore I pa** 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 n***as 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-a** groupies on the phone like they got hoes (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**! Now I'm feelin' m'm, m'm good Eyes filled up with the bloodshots Look like a lay-up with the legs out Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' 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 popular 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 Bentley 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 s** on my neck but, please, no hickie-hickies (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**! I can make a whole song talk sh**!