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Lookin too fly walkin to 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
High 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 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 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’

[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 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 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!

Last
night we were watching this game show
They were talking bout marriage
And that stuff you know
I found myself laughing
Cause those couples weren t clear
And then here he comes with this bright idea
So I said to him...

Cold, yeah, why you so cold?
You re so very
Cold, yeah, why you so cold?
It doesn t matter
Cold, yeah, why you so cold?
Your teeth chatter
Cold, yeah, why you so cold?
You re so bitter

Why you put me under
Why you put me under
Why you put me under
Your secret power is your [???]

Cold, yeah,...

I m a creature of the street
And I rip off all the money
I was kicked in the teeth
Shoved face first through a window
I got a gangland name
And a teardrop tattooed eye
They call me Little Caesar in the brotherhood...

Snow is white ice is grey
On the broken with fissures soil
Like a patchwork quilt lies on it
City rounded by road s coil
And above there re running clouds
Which are hiding the light of sky
And above there s yellow smoke...

My Mama died when I was sixteen
She was shitfaced behind the wheel
They made me go to the graveyard
I would not pray or kneel
I don t pray to no god who takes your Mama
and leaves you in a house full of junk
with a stepdad who gets all lovey dovey
every time that...