Bad Meets Evil A Kiss Lyrics

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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 ***** 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 ***** sucking my **** today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a ***** out, I'm the new Tae Bo,
Bout to cross ova, I'm the new ivo
Bout to saves a couple of these *****es 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 *****s 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 ****ing 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, **** on a whore, little **** 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?

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 ****
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 **** 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 ****
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 **** 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

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 ***** 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 ***** dance)
Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing girl, quit playing
(Yeah ***** 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 ****, 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 **** her with her **** 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 **** under it, sweating
Suck my ****, or gets to steppin to my logic

My Patrick, my **** is as hard and thick as a yardstick
What we gonna do? Ride around 'til we're carsick
Then I'ma put this **** in park like dog ****
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 ****'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 ****, sucking a ****, sucking a ****
Sucking a ****, sucking a ****

If you ain't sucking a ****, why you sitting there
With puckered lips? Oh that's collagen, motha****ing *****
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 *** of myself
But it's only cause I just wanna get

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 ***** Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan

Written by: Ryan Montgomery, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Shondrae Crawford, Dwight Sonti Brown
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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