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Dappy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Kiss Lyrics - Dappy

Your ex was a dog, but you knew that shit already 

Now a little bit of puppy fat, moaning 'bout your belly 

Stressin' 'bout your best sides, take time 

And you took about a million pictures already 

You far from a hoe but you dressin' like a jezzy 

Backin' it up like a pro is gonna make me catch a semi 

Semi, where did your drink go, take mine 

Don't worry 'bout the bill, we ain't gotta pay it 

Now she jumpin' round here bare footed, bitches can't test her 

You got that recipe that make me wanna undress ya 

So here, we have to stay here all night 

Cause rockin' out with you here would be my pleasure 

 

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It's a good sign 

You're sendin' chills to my spine 

But me no want a kiss from your lips or a taste of ya 

Can't cope unless it's all mine 

And fuck your ex, he's whack 

Tonight he's gonna wish he never did you like that 

You can put it on your Twitter or your Insta, either way 

He's gonna miss ya and I throw that right back 

This ain't a crime 

Turn down the lights 

But me no want a kiss from your lips or a taste of ya 

Can't cope unless it's all mine 

 

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Cause now I see you like my best friend, would you be my best friend 

Who's this young ugly dude, lie in like the yes men 

And I'm not too embarrassed to take my bitch to Paris 

And we can't even eat lavish when I take her out in the Westend 

Woah, that's kinda evil, don't let me blame my ego 

Ayo, drop me your number or at least write down your email 

My hands are on her waistline, he's buggin' on her FaceTime 

It's poppin' off cause my baby, you should change that shit to waste man 

You got that recipe that make me wanna undress ya 

Jumpin' round here bare footed, bitches can't test her 

And let me just say one thing 

I swear on my life I could fuck with you forever 

 

It's a good sign 

You're sendin' chills to my spine 

But me no want a kiss from your lips or a taste of ya 

[?] it's all mine 

And fuck your ex, he's whack 

Tonight he's gonna wish he never did you like that 

You can put it on your Twitter or your Insta, either way 

He's gonna miss ya and I throw that right back 

This ain't a crime 

Turn down the lights 

But me no want a kiss from your lips or a taste of ya 

[?] it's all mine 

It's a good sign 

You're sendin' chills to my spine 

But me no want a kiss from your lips or a taste of ya 

[?] it's all mine 

And fuck your ex, he's whack 

Tonight he's gonna wish he never did you like that 

You can put it on your Twitter or your Insta, either way 

He's gonna miss ya and I throw that right back 

This ain't a crime 

Turn down the lights 

But me no want a kiss from your lips or a taste of ya 

[?] it's all mine 

This ain't a crime 

Turn down the lights 

But me no want a kiss from your lips or a taste of ya 

[?] it's all mine 

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