Bad Meets Evil - A KissLyrics

I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan Gucci's my absolute state of mind, like Waka's man Chopper's brand, getting head in the car park, 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 ova, 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 all grounded to punishments, but I'm too fly though Y'all niggas be winin', 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 at five am, 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 up the fucking drive way yet Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for? Get in girl, don't front shorty Your, fightin' a unwinnable war, it's useless, tits on a whore, little tits on a whore Got a mack and it's kicking and screaming like little kids throwing fits on the floor Get in the whip but you ain't turning, a frog into a prince Why you tryna keep convincin' me for? [Chorus] I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss 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 relation shit 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 wit' a female fan yeah one like Stan And he's so about a one night stand 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 Ho 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 hot and bi Hope you bi in the mean time your name is Sharon Slow the flow down so I can what? Tell you same face When I'm shooting the guns 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 been 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 [Chorus] Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan (Push your chick out the car while it's moving like Waka's man) Her bottom's dark, but her top it 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 one eighty throw it in reverse and drop the trance I'm in the trance, looking at this bitch dance) Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing girl, quit playing (Yeah bitch are 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 ? so yeah what the hell, maybe Aw hell, Shady, he'll tell it like it is So tell Katy Perry he's on the tail, he's tailgating These bells are my maiden call and I'm here, bell's raiding 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, the verdict's in, he's allergic to D Doesn't take me Clevis to him, him don't give a damn how Beaver doing What a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems to be seething through him I like the strip tease you doing this evening, you and me gon' find Three more chickadees and have a menage like Nikki You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating Suck my dick, or gets to steppin to my logic My Patrick, my dick is as hard and thick as a yardstick What we gonna do? Ride around 'til we're carsick Then I'ma put this shit in park like dog shit And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot Out of the trailer park by the garbage What you waiting on? Me to roll up the carpet? The 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 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 seat belt with oven mitts Excuse me while I'm making an ass of myself But it's only cause I just wanna get [Chorus] Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan