A Kiss Lyrics

Ft: Royce Da 5'9"
Produced By: Bangladesh


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Beav[Intro x4]
I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed

[Verse 1: Royce]
Nickle Nina, nigga
Twitter beefin', first rapper to shot a fan
Gucci’s my absolute state of mind, like Waka’s man
Chopper spraying, getting head in a car park, new Gallardo
This bitch sucking my dick today
Call her 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 ho 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 unwinnable war
It’s useless as tits on a boar, little tits on a whore
Got 'em acting like spoiled brats kickin’ and screamin’ like little kids throwing fits on the floor
Get in the whip but you ain’t turning this frog into a prince
Why you trying to 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
Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon get from me)

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Now you in my whip just 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 ain’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 about a one nightstand this bedroom only has two lamps and only one nightstand
Get the hint, ooh yeah boo, eew
I ain’t finnna 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 mean time your name is Sharon

Slows 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 the sheets it’s insane
You vin change, 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


[Verse 3]
Nickle Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that 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 plan

(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 you wearing girl, quit playing
(Yeah bitch and them scratch-n-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 yea what the hell, maybe
Oh hell, Shady, he’ll tell it like it is

So tell Katie Perry he’s on the tail, he’s tailgating
These bells are my maiden 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 mail lady

Wouldn’t fuck her with her dick
You heard, you heard 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, both gets to steppin’s my logic

My God trick, my dick is hard, thick as a yardstick
What we gonna do, ride around ’til we’re carsick
Then I’m gonna 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 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 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 a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick

If you ain’t sucking a dick
Why you sitting there with puckered lips
Oh that’s collagen,
mothafucking 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 seatbelt with oven mitts)
Excuse me while I make an ass out of myself
But it’s only cause I just wanna get


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