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letra de vegas - eminem

[verse 1: eminem]
got a sh-tty grin, b-tch show me them itty-bitty t-tties again
we’re in sin city, since when did we begin to get addicted to dope
diggity b-tch you need to go run and go get your friggidy-friends
i’m looking at your b-m-stickdy-b-m hun
the migidy mac’s, bigidy back
don’t act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle
you little busy b-tch, stick-stickity in
got a 6 o’ clock craving, stop get ciroc
it’s about to be an unbelievable night
i call it surreal, so mix a lot tape in
hit the next spot to 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-tch 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, rot, mixed or you just got fixed well sh-t then let’s lip-lock
p-ss off you little sn-bby little pig snot nose
you think you’re hot sh-t cause you’re in heat
well get your girl 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 did-dropping in chocolate-y whip-topping
so whether you’re hip hop, slipknot, big, pac
kid rock, kris kross, rick ross, you’ll dig this
if not then kickbox 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 [?] and i’mma keep on saying all the sh-t i should be hung for, probably killed for saying
and i probably will, but not until the day i pop a pill again
and drop until i drop
and shady in a coma [?], mohammad is in parkinson’s [?]
my brain made me robin williams crazy,
boy end up with dementia, rocking with a s-d-st
but ain’t a s-d-st, 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 n-b
if they don’t like it, got a kn-b they can slob on until –
wait i just forgot what i was thinking…
what’s it called again? i’m blanking
some thing about the b-lls between my legs and i think i can feel it dangling, it’s throbbing and it’s veining
wait i think i got it, okay b-tch i got you, robin williams [?]
b-tch 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-ck 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-ck like lorena bobbit
got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my f-cking p-n-s, 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 a [?]
and i always end up giving these b-tches 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-tch, that’s a prerequisite
and that’s just to get in this bedroom, b-tch
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-tch, oops, i guess the sh-t
took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
b-tch, 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-tch like bizarre
b-tch, shut the f-ck up and get in my car
and suck my f-cking d-ck while i take a sh-t
and i think with my d-ck so come blow my mind
and it tastes like humble pie
so swallow my pride, your 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 gon’ be? put that sh-t away iggy
you don’t wanna blow that rape whistle on me
(scream!) i love it
‘fore i get lost with the gettin’ off
like this is our exit, now lets h-t the highway and try not to get lost
’till we get to las vegas

[bridge: eminem]
(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

[chorus: eminem]
whatever happens here, stays here
so let’s go all the way here
til we get to las vegas

[verse 2: royce da 5’9]
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 & 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 legs on a crab
if she current i keep her p-ssy purring like the lights on a lamp
we got her so ch-nky eyed
look like she been getting high on a flight to japan
i keep my jewelry on while i’m f-cking
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 p-ssion
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-cked up like pookie in the chicken coupe
b-tch, i don’t give a two sh-ts
b-tch, get the f-ck 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 knock a n-gg- face off
give him the bottom of the nine a baseball (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

[bridge: eminem]

[chorus: eminem]

- eminem

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