Bad Meets Evil A Kiss lyrics

Nickel Nine, a nigga, Twitter beefin'
First rapper that shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind like Waka's man
Chopper sprayin', gettin' head

In the car park, new Gallardo
This bitch suckin' my dick today
Call 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 save 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 whinin'
I should call you Moscato

Look down at the floor board, looks like someone left a pair
Stiletto shoes in my Tahoe
Never know just what type of a hoe
Inside of my ride I may let

Last night at 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 up the fuckin' drive-way yet
Soon as I open the door, you try to resist
What for? Get in girl, don't front shorty

You're fightin' an unwinnable war, it's useless
Like tits on a boy, little tits on a whore
Got a mack and it's full of brats kickin' and screamin'
Like little kids throwin' fits on the floor

Get in the whip
But you ain't turnin'
This frog into a prince
Why you keep tryin' to convince me for?

Now you in my whip just long
As you understand that I can't be whipped
You sick of 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

Hon, 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 night stand

In his bedroom has two lamps
And only one nightstand, get the hint, oh yeah boo, ew
I ain't finna' argue but why
Do you think they call it boo? Yeah

'Cause the sound of it's supposed 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're gonna call you Hi and Bye, hope you're bi

In the meantime your name is Sharon
Slow the flow down so I can what
Tell you same face when I'm shootin' guns
Is the same face I make when I fuck

From back of my hand on your neck
Pressin' your face against the sheets, it's insane
You then change 'cause I'm out of 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

Nickle nine, nigga Twitter beefin'
The first rapper that shot a fan
Push a chick out the car
While it's movin' 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 plans
Come on stripper, let's hit the strip one eighty

Throw it in reverse and drop the trans

I'm in a trance man, lookin' at this bitch dance
Lookin' at this tramp, like what are you wearin'
Girl, quit playin'

Yeah, bitch in 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 no if, ands
So yeah, what the hell maybe
Oh hell Shady, he'll tell her like it is

So tell Katy Perry he's on tail, he's tail gatin'
These bells are my matin' call
And I'm here bell's waitin', 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 it, the verdict's in
He's allergic to divas
He'd take meat cleavers to 'em

He don't give a damn
About Bieber doin'
What a demon, a behemoth
Evil just seems to be seethin' through him

I like the little strip tease you doin'
This evenin', you and me gonna find
Three more chickadees
And have a menage like Nicki

You hot like a dickey outfit in Texas
Without your under it sweatin'
Suck my dick
We both gets to steppin' to my logic

My god trick, my dick
Is as hard as a yardstick
What we gonna do?
Ride around 'til we're carsick

I'm gonna put this shit
In park like dog shit
And you can blow me in the dark
In the parkin' lot of a trailer park by the garbage

What you waitin' on me
To roll up the carpet?
The condoms are in the
Glove compartment, let's start it

Think I'm jokin'? What, am I sittin' here
Tryin' to make fake farts with my armpits?
Tryin' to get you to sniff pot through your nose
Am I here to amuse you? Stop it

I'm in your pocket outside of a church
The other hand reachin' 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 sparrin' partners
There's five things you are in charge of
That's suckin' a dick, suckin' a dick, suckin' a dick
Suckin' a dick, suckin' a dick

If you ain't suckin' a dick
Why you sittin' there
With puckered lips?
That's collagen

Motherfuckin' bitch, what you mean
How'd you get suckered into this
You gonna jump into my truck
And then try to get truculent?

You should be sufferin'
You should be cookin'
You should be bucklin'
Your seatbelt with oven mitts

Excuse me while I make
An ass outta myself
But it's only
'Cause I wanna get

Nickel Nine, a nigga, Twitter beefin'
First rapper that shot a fan