I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss [x4]
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[Verse 1:]
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[Royce da 5'9":]
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Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan
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Gucci's my absolute state of mind, like Waka's man
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Chopper's brand, getting head in the car park, new Gallardo
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This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow
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Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo,
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'Bout to cross over, I'm the new IOVA
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'Bout to saves a couple of these bitches, that's right, I'm the new Bible
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You? You 5.0, me? I'm all grounded to punishments, but I'm too fly though
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Y'all niggas be whinin', I should call you Moscato
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[Eminem:]
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Look down at the floorboard
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Looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe
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Never know just what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let
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Last night went to 5AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
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Hos all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret
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I already ran over two hos and I ain't get out the fucking drive way yet
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Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for?
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Get in girl, don't front shorty you're,
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Fightin' an unwinnable war
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It's useless like tits on a boar or little tits on a whore
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Got 'em acting like spoiled brats; kickin' and screamin' like little kids
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Throwing fits on the floor
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Get in the whip but you ain't turning, this frog into a prince
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Why you tryna keep convincing me for?
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[Hook:]
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I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (No you don't)
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I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (Not from me)
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I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (Not on the lips are you crazy? Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me)
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[Verse 2:]
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[Eminem:]
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Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can't be whipped
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You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I'm a gigolo so you know
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I'm always on the go, I ain't got no time to slow down for no relationshiT
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Drop the "P" and add a "T", yeah, you can get mad at me all you want
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But I'm ghost before you can even say boo, hun, let alone call me one!
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A one-night stand is all he wants, with a female fan, yeah, one like Stan
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And he's so about a one-night stand his bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand
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Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, ew! I ain't finna argue
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But why do you think they call it boo?
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Yeah, cause the sound of it s'posed to scare you!
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[Royce da 5'9":]
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Oh ho, we can share you, in the back of the McLaren
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I don't give a fuck what your name is, we gon' call you "Hot" and "Bi"
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Hope you bi, in the mean time your name is Sharon
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Slow the flow down so I can what?
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Tell you same face I make when I'm shooting the guns the same face that I make when I fuck!
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Feel the back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it's insane
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You vin change, cause I'm outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein
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I'm at an all-time high with highness, I'm at an all-time fly with flyness
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And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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[Royce da 5'9":]
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Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that I shot a fan
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(Push your cheek out the car while it's moving like Waka's man)
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Her bottom's dark, but her top is tan, her private parts
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Got her on the pole like the opposite of her papa's plans
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(Come on stripper, let's hit the strip 180 throw in reverse and drop the trance!
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I'm in a trance, now look at this bitch dance)
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Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing girl, quit playing
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(Yeah bitch in them scratch and sniff pants, well let me scratch 'em)
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Let me sniff, yeah
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What? Did I say that?
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I'm on lean like Styrofoam cups and kickstands
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[Eminem:]
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Middle finger stuck on fuck, sniff pants
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But girl you got a butt like no if and's, so yeah what the hell, maybe,
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Aw hell, Shady, he'll tell it like it is
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So tell Katy Perry he's on her tail, he's tailgating,
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These bells are my mating call and I'm here, bell's waiting, and tell Lady
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Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she's still a male lady (OH!)
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Wouldn't fuck her with her dick you heard it, the verdict's in, he's allergic to divas
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He'd take meat cleavers to 'em him don't give a damn how beaver do him?
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| What a demon |
