american IDOL Lyrics

Read the complete lyrics to “american IDOL” by Skip Waiters from the album “Songs”. Browse more Skip Waiters songs or search for other tracks.

Artist Skip Waiters

Album Songs

Length ~3 min read (427 words)

[Intro]
Can Laquisha, uh, come to the stage? It's your turn
Let us know your talents please
You can make it clap?

[Chorus: Skip Waiters]
After sex, raise the index
Baby, I'll be right back
Pussy so good, got me telling all of my friends
They don't make em like this, baby ten out of ten
American idol
Grab a ticket 'cause you earned it
American idol
Grab a ticket 'cause you earned it
American idol
Grab a ticket 'cause you—

[Verse 1: Skip Waiters]
Swim good in that ocean, if I'm being frank
She a church girl, give the Lord thanks
Deposit in that pussy likе I'm at the bank
Hit a pose when I'm donе like I did a plank
Good investment, she got assets
Double cheeked up in that sundress
Summertime fine, what's your address?
Got things to address like I'm running press

[Verse 2: Ben Reilly]
Uh, Fantasia, baby, wake up
Streets raised us, nigga, raise up
Everything I plan gon' bring you paper
Everything I said, you gon' make your debt, huh?
I judge you off your trust in me, ain't no running me off
Them other hoes want company, it's a no with me, dog
No air, I can't breathe without you after we make sparks
I play fair, ain't no team without you, I can't even ball
(Hold on) Peep the details oh too well, I gotta clean my ride
(Hold on) We been side by side
(Hold on) A little Earth, Wind & Fire
(Hold on) Mitch (Hold on), swish (Hold on)
Baby, let me graze that thigh (Hold on)
That **** way too good for me to cheat
I've been thinking 'bout that shit for 'bout a week
Got a hold on me and I can't even leave
Fuck what the next contestant saying
Okay, now you talking my language