Vegas (Explicit)
Bad Meets Evil"Vegas (Explicit)" is a song by Bad Meets Evil, released in 2014 in the Pop genre. The song is 5:32 long and contains 255 lines and 1426 words.
Lyrics
0:00Vegas (拉斯维加斯) (Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil
0:04Got a shitty grin
0:05B**ch show me them itty-bitty titties again
0:06We're in Sin City
0:07Since when did we begin
0:08To get addicted to d**e
0:09Diggity b**ch you need to run
0:11And go get your friggidy-friends
0:12I'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun
0:13The migidy mac's bigidy back
0:15Don't act wigidy-wack
0:16You can get the fididy-finger
0:17The middle
0:17You little busy b**ch
0:18Stick-stickity in
0:19Got a 6 o' clock craving
0:20Stop get Ciroc
0:21It's about to be an unbelievable night
0:22I call it surreal
0:23Sir Mix a Lot tape in
0:24Hit the spot
0:25Spot my next victim
0:26I'm picky like I missed a spot shaving
0:27Came to sip vodka sh*t yeah
0:28That little chick is hot but if she got rabies
0:30I wouldn't give the b**ch a shot
0:31I poke her in the rear
0:32But I bet if I lick her
0:33She'll try to chase me (Haha)
0:34What are you pit rott mixed
0:36Oh you just got fixed
0:37Well sh*t then let's lip-lock
0:37If not then trick piss off
0:38You snobby little pig snot nose
0:39You think you're hot sh*t
0:40Cause you're in heat
0:41Well b**ch if you're solar
0:42Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause
0:43I'm colder than popsicle sticks
0:44Poppin' sh*t
0:45Talkin' it walkin' it spit rocks
0:46Then my sick thoughts are
0:47About to lick shots
0:48Like this sh*t's hopping
0:48And drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-topping
0:50So whether you're Hip Hop
0:51Slipknot Big Pac
0:52Kid Rock Kris Kross
0:52Rick Ross you'll dig this
0:53If not then kick rocks in flip flops
0:56And I produced the track
0:57So you don't have to ask
0:58Who it is when this sh*t knocks (TURN UP )
1:00So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
1:01And I'mma keep on saying
1:01All the sh*t I should be hung for
1:03And probably killed for saying
1:03And I probably will
1:04But not until the day I pop a pill again
1:06Like chopping 'til I'm dropping
1:06Still if that don't do the job of killing Shady
1:08Then the karma will insane him
1:09I'm as brainy Mohammad
1:10Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
1:11And made me Robin Williams crazy
1:12Or I end up with dementia
1:13But you rocking with a sadist
1:14Hate to say this
1:15But if the thought is entertaining
1:16I ain't stopping till be sprayed it
1:17Oh my god for real man
1:18Not again I'm shaking
1:19But before I tie a rope around this nob
1:20If they don't like it
1:21Got a knob they can slob on until
1:22Wait I just forgot what I was thinking
1:24What's it called again
1:25I'm blanking
1:25The thing above the balls between my legs
1:27And I think I can feel it dangling
1:28It's throbbing and it's veiny
1:29Wait I think I got it
1:30Okay b**ch I got you
1:30Robin Williams hanging
1:32Go hang in the lobby
1:33Unless you came to slob me
1:34Come on kemosabe
1:34It's past time like your favorite hobby
1:36Cause if the way
1:37That I spit sh*t remains on my d**k
1:38Then she grab me by the nuts
1:40And tried to take my sausage as a hostage
1:41Ain't it obvious
1:42Pretty much a no brainer
1:43Or should I say Cobainer
1:44That she's plain addicted
1:45To my d**k like Lorena Bobbit
1:47Got a wean her off it
1:49Weiner off it like she took my f**king penis
1:51Chopped it and stuck it up between her armpits
1:53And she begun to swing a crumpet knife
1:54And paint the carpet
1:56At least that's what her train of thought is
1:57Cause I came saw conquered
1:58Hit it quit it
1:58And made up a plane of bonkers
2:00And I always end up giving
2:01These b**ches some complex
2:02And I don't mean apartment
2:04So spread your feet apart
2:04And let me see you do
2:06Some yoga stretches splits
2:07Now grab this Cuisinart
2:07And make me breakfast b**ch
2:09That's a prerequisite
2:09And that's just to get in this bedroom
2:11B**ch
2:12Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up )
2:13Said my name is Booger
2:14Wanna catch a flick
2:15I'll even let you pick
2:16Make her fetch a stick
2:17Bet you if you get
2:18This old dog these new tricks
2:19To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick
2:21Kick a pregnant b**ch
2:22Oops I guess the sh*t
2:23Took an unexpected twist like the neck
2:25Of the freaking exorcist
2:27B**ch I said that this mask ain't for hockey
2:29Hate Versace Versace
2:30I got Münchhausen by proxy
2:32I'm making you sick
2:32Don't pretend you can't hear me
2:33You deaf girl
2:34I said you was foxy
2:35I'll tell a b**ch like Bizarre
2:37B**ch shut the f**k up
2:38And get in my car
2:39And suck my f**king d**k
2:40While I take a sh*t
2:41And I think with my d**k
2:42So come blow my mind
2:43And it tastes like humble pie
2:44So swallow my pride
2:45You're lucky just to follow my ride
2:46If I let you run alongside the Humvee
2:48Unless you're Nicki
2:50Grab you by the wrist let's ski
2:51So what's it gone be
2:52Put that sh*t away Iggy
2:53You gon' blow that R**e whistle on me
2:56(Squee ) I love it
2:59'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off
3:00Like this is our exit
3:01Now lets hit the highway
3:02And try not to get lost
3:03'Till we get to Las Vegas
3:05(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
3:06Vegas
3:07'Till we get to Las Vegas
3:09(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
3:10Vegas
3:11'Till we get to Las Vegas
3:12(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
3:14Vegas
3:15'Till we get to Las Vegas
3:16(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
3:18Vegas
3:19Whatever happens here stays here
3:24So let's go all the way dear
3:28Til we get to Las Vegas
3:29Whatever happens in my room
3:29It stays in my room like movie night like cable
3:32Treat every women in my stable like flavors
3:34Looking like she kryptonite
3:36And I get weak after like 7 days
3:37In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas
3:40We rolling circles and packs
3:42We the lifesavers
3:43She got a boyfriend
3:44I got a toy then
3:45I'll bring her with me
3:46When I show up to her crib waving
3:47And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor
3:48I'm so Jay Electronic
3:49I'm cut like I'm all out of razors
3:51And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it
3:54Next ho froze and it look like
3:55I walked in to a jewelry store
3:57With a about a million dollars with your mama
3:58And sat down did an ALS challenge haaaan
4:00I stole that adlib from French
4:02Bad and Evil back at it again
4:04About to get my back tatted again
4:06About to get a pic of a backstabber
4:08With an axe in his hand
4:09Sitting on a bike in the sand
4:10If you ain't been through nothing
4:11Then that shouldn't mean nothing
4:12To you like likes on the Gram
4:14If she current I keep her p**sy purring
4:16Like the pipes on a lamp
4:17W**d got her so C****y eyed
4:18Look like she been
4:19Getting high on a flight to Japan
4:20I keep my jewelry on while I'm f**king
4:22Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can
4:24Listen though this ain't Christmas
4:26I make you my ex miss
4:27If this is my passion
4:28I learn to give those
4:29Who don't appreciate my presence
4:31The gift of my absence
4:32I don't know who you been listening to
4:34Got me f**ked up
4:34Like Pookie in the chicken coop
4:36B**ch I don't give a two shits
4:38B**ch get the f**k out of my face
4:39To make a long story short
4:40I don't really gotta stand there
4:41And listen to you
4:42While you throw a silly tantrum
4:43Even though I have an affinity for witty banter
4:45Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
4:47Hold up she misunderstood me
4:49I said saint por favor
4:50Thought I said to wait had four doors
4:51I knock a ni**a face off
4:53Give him the bottom of the nine
4:54Like a baseball scoreboard (whatever )
4:56I leave the club with my tab still open
4:58Won't even get a cab
4:59For you and your friend
5:00The only fear I have is of loathing
5:02And I won't even kick
5:03In 'till we get to Las Vegas
5:04(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
5:06Vegas
5:07'Till we get to Las Vegas
5:08(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
5:10Vegas
5:11'Till we get to Las Vegas
5:12(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
5:14Vegas
5:15'Till we get to Las Vegas
5:16(Party do it 'till tomorrow)
5:18Vegas
5:19Whatever happens here stays here
5:24So let's go all the way dear
5:27Til we get to Las Vegas
5:28Vegas
5:29Vegas
5:31Vegas
5:32Vegas
Vegas (拉斯维加斯) (Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil Got a shitty grin B**ch show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City Since when did we begin To get addicted to d**e Diggity b**ch you need to run And go get your friggidy-friends I'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun The migidy mac's bigidy back Don't act wigidy-wack You can get the fididy-finger The middle You little busy b**ch Stick-stickity in Got a 6 o' clock craving Stop get Ciroc It's about to be an unbelievable night I call it surreal Sir Mix a Lot tape in Hit the spot Spot my next victim I'm picky like I missed a spot shaving Came to sip vodka sh*t yeah That little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn't give the b**ch a shot I poke her in the rear But I bet if I lick her She'll try to chase me (Haha) What are you pit rott mixed Oh you just got fixed Well sh*t then let's lip-lock If not then trick piss off You snobby little pig snot nose You think you're hot sh*t Cause you're in heat Well b**ch if you're solar Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks Poppin' sh*t Talkin' it walkin' it spit rocks Then my sick thoughts are About to lick shots Like this sh*t's hopping And drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-topping So whether you're Hip Hop Slipknot Big Pac Kid Rock Kris Kross Rick Ross you'll dig this If not then kick rocks in flip flops And I produced the track So you don't have to ask Who it is when this sh*t knocks (TURN UP ) So bring clairvoyance to this bangin And I'mma keep on saying All the sh*t I should be hung for And probably killed for saying And I probably will But not until the day I pop a pill again Like chopping 'til I'm dropping Still if that don't do the job of killing Shady Then the karma will insane him I'm as brainy Mohammad Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain And made me Robin Williams crazy Or I end up with dementia But you rocking with a sadist Hate to say this But if the thought is entertaining I ain't stopping till be sprayed it Oh my god for real man Not again I'm shaking But before I tie a rope around this nob If they don't like it Got a knob they can slob on until Wait I just forgot what I was thinking What's it called again I'm blanking The thing above the balls between my legs And I think I can feel it dangling It's throbbing and it's veiny Wait I think I got it Okay b**ch I got you Robin Williams hanging Go hang in the lobby Unless you came to slob me Come on kemosabe It's past time like your favorite hobby Cause if the way That I spit sh*t remains on my d**k Then she grab me by the nuts And tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain't it obvious Pretty much a no brainer Or should I say Cobainer That she's plain addicted To my d**k like Lorena Bobbit Got a wean her off it Weiner off it like she took my f**king penis Chopped it and stuck it up between her armpits And she begun to swing a crumpet knife And paint the carpet At least that's what her train of thought is Cause I came saw conquered Hit it quit it And made up a plane of bonkers And I always end up giving These b**ches some complex And I don't mean apartment So spread your feet apart And let me see you do Some yoga stretches splits Now grab this Cuisinart And make me breakfast b**ch That's a prerequisite And that's just to get in this bedroom B**ch Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up ) Said my name is Booger Wanna catch a flick I'll even let you pick Make her fetch a stick Bet you if you get This old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick Kick a pregnant b**ch Oops I guess the sh*t Took an unexpected twist like the neck Of the freaking exorcist B**ch I said that this mask ain't for hockey Hate Versace Versace I got Münchhausen by proxy I'm making you sick Don't pretend you can't hear me You deaf girl I said you was foxy I'll tell a b**ch like Bizarre B**ch shut the f**k up And get in my car And suck my f**king d**k While I take a sh*t And I think with my d**k So come blow my mind And it tastes like humble pie So swallow my pride You're lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run alongside the Humvee Unless you're Nicki Grab you by the wrist let's ski So what's it gone be Put that sh*t away Iggy You gon' blow that R**e whistle on me (Squee ) I love it 'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off Like this is our exit Now lets hit the highway And try not to get lost 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas Whatever happens here stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens in my room It stays in my room like movie night like cable Treat every women in my stable like flavors Looking like she kryptonite And I get weak after like 7 days In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas We rolling circles and packs We the lifesavers She got a boyfriend I got a toy then I'll bring her with me When I show up to her crib waving And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor I'm so Jay Electronic I'm cut like I'm all out of razors And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store With a about a million dollars with your mama And sat down did an ALS challenge haaaan I stole that adlib from French Bad and Evil back at it again About to get my back tatted again About to get a pic of a backstabber With an axe in his hand Sitting on a bike in the sand If you ain't been through nothing Then that shouldn't mean nothing To you like likes on the Gram If she current I keep her p**sy purring Like the pipes on a lamp W**d got her so C****y eyed Look like she been Getting high on a flight to Japan I keep my jewelry on while I'm f**king Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can Listen though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss If this is my passion I learn to give those Who don't appreciate my presence The gift of my absence I don't know who you been listening to Got me f**ked up Like Pookie in the chicken coop B**ch I don't give a two shits B**ch get the f**k out of my face To make a long story short I don't really gotta stand there And listen to you While you throw a silly tantrum Even though I have an affinity for witty banter Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer Hold up she misunderstood me I said saint por favor Thought I said to wait had four doors I knock a ni**a face off Give him the bottom of the nine Like a baseball scoreboard (whatever ) I leave the club with my tab still open Won't even get a cab For you and your friend The only fear I have is of loathing And I won't even kick In 'till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas Whatever happens here stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Vegas Vegas Vegas Vegas
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