Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Vegas [Explicit]
Bad Meets Evil
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Got a shitty grin
Bitch, show me them itty bitty titties again
We're in Sin City, since when did we begin
To get diggity? No diggity, bitch
You need to run and go get your diggity friends
I'm lookin' at your bum stiggity bum, hun
The biggity mac's biggity back, don't act wiggity wack
You can get the figgity finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, sittin' spiggity spin
Got a six o'clock cravin', stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night
I'll call it surreal, so mix a lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit yeah
That little chick is hot, but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I lick her, she'll try to chase me
What are you, pit? Rottweil? Mix? No
You just got vics? Well, shit, then let's lip lock
If not, then trick, piss off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit 'cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dawg
'Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit talk
And Nick walkin', and spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots
Like this shit's sopping and drip droppin'
In chocolatey whip topping
So whether you're Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big Pun, Kid Rock
Kriss Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not, then kick rocks in flip flops
And I produced the tracks
So you don't have to ask who it is when the shit knock (turn it up!)
So crank the volume 'til it's bangin'
And I'ma keep on sayin' all the shit I should
Be hung for and probably killed for sayin'
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like Joplin 'til I drop, and still, if that don't do the job
Of killin' Shady, then they'll come up with a sandwich
I'm as brilliant as Muhammad 'til the
Parkinson's done ate away my brain
And made me Robert Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you're rockin' with a sadist
Hey, just say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't stoppin' 'til we explain it
Oh my God, for real, man, not again
I'm shakin', but before I tie a rope around the snout
If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on 'til it's
Wait, I just forgot what I was thinkin'
What's it called again? I'm blankin'
The thing above the balls between my legs
And I think I can feel it danglin'
It's droppin' in Miss Vanie (wait)
I think that I got it
Okay, bitch, I got you, Bobby Williams, turn me up
Bitch, don't hang in the lobby 'less you came to slob me
Come on, kemosabe, it's past time like your favorite hobby
'Cause of the way that I spit, she remains on my dick
Then she grabbed 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 dick like the Reina Bobbitt
Gotta wean her off it
Wean her off it
Like she took my fuckin' penis, chopped it
And stuck it up between her armpit
As she began to sling her clumpet knife and paint the carpet
Least that's where her train of thought is
'Cause I came, fought, conquered it, hit it, quit it
And made up her plane for Bonkers
And I always end up givin' these bitches a complex
And I don't mean apartment
So spread your feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga, stretchin' splits
Now grab this Cuisinart and make me breakfast, bitch
That's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said, "My name's Booga, wanna catch a flick?"
I'll even let you pick (ayy)
Make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you give this old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with, I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch
Oops, I guess this shit took an unexpected twist
Like the neck of the freakin' Exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hey, Versace, Versace, I got Mรผnchhausen by proxy
I'm makin' you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf? Girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
"Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fuckin' dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick, 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
Un-le-le-le-le-le-less you're Nicki
Grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be?
Put that shit away, Iggy
You gon' blow that rape whistle on me
Scream, I love it (love it) Bump it
'Fore I get lost with gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now let's hit the highway
And try not to get lost 'til we get to Las Vegas
(Party goin' 'til tomorrow)
Vegas (no sorrow, lovin' like it's tomorrow)
'Til we get to Las Vegas (party goin' 'til tomorrow)
Vegas ('til we get to Las Vegas)
(Party goin' 'til tomorrow)
Vegas (no sorrow, lovin' like it's tomorrow)
'Til we get to Las Vegas (party goin' 'til tomorrow)
Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all the way down
'Til we get to Las Vegas
Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room
Like movie night, like cable
Treat every woman in my stable like flavors
Lookin' like she kryptonite
And I get weak after like seven days
And seven nights, and the days, and it's hot Vegas
We roll in circles in packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend? I got a toy, then
I'll bring it with me when I show up to her crib, wavin'
And I ain't tryna meet a 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 a jewelry store
With about a million dollars with your mama
And sat down and did the ALS challenge (ha)
I stole that ad-lib from French
Bad and evil back at it again
'Bout to get my back tatted again
'Bout to get a pic of a backstabber
With an axe in his hand, sittin' on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been through nothin'
Then that shouldn't mean nothin' to you like likes on the 'Gram
If she current, I keep her pussy purrin' like the pipes on the Lamb'
Weed got her so cheeky
I looked like she been gettin' high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm fuckin'
Sound like I'm shakin' up dice in the can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas
I'll make you my ex-miss if this is my passion (it's my passion)
I learned to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my absence (bitch, I'm gone)
I don't know who you been listenin' to
You got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give the two shits
(Bitch, get the fuck out 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
It's startin' to feel like foul play like Billy Laimbeer, hold up
She misunderstood me, I said, "Take part four of war"
Thought I said the Wraith had four doors
I'll knock a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball score (whatever)
I'll 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 loathin'
And I won't even kick in 'til we get to Las Vegas
(Party goin' 'til tomorrow
Vegas (no sorrow, lovin' like it's tomorrow)
'Til we get to Las Vegas
(Party goin' 'til tomorrow)
Vegas
'Til we get to Las Vegas (party goin' 'til tomorrow)
Vegas (no sorrow, lovin' like it's tomorrow)
'Til we get to Las Vegas (party goin' 'til tomorrow)
Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all the way down
'Til we get to Las Vegas
ย