Lyrics: Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley Two small titties and a baseball bat Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at Tryna smoke me out, bitch, think again I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems They send the money then I send the stems I ain't sending you shit, bitch, no offense But I heard your song and I should've mixed that Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched Every time that you tried to drop it's been wack Every time that I drop they like, "She did that" Suck dick, then do it again Just might come through with a friend He keep begging me to eat me out, I said "You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth" I'm walking sex Pedal to the metal with the disco tech I'll be grinding up the diamond OG Now light up the joint, I'm tryna OD Like, "Ooh, that's that shit I like" Kinda bugging off the mid bitch, you alright? Now why y'all worried 'bout the fuck I do? I'ma let y'all know when the fuck I'm through, like (bitch) They like the way I grind, they like the way I flirt They like the way my noonie is peaking out my skirt You're never gonna do it like us Work the hips then shake the bust And Jesus is always with me Even when my boyfriend gives me hickeys, like "Oh my God, this bitch is crazy What the fuck's she's saying, Stacy?" Never mind me, bitch, I'm getting on Cutting up coked out horny songs, like (uh) You bitches need bass to bump Come and look me in the eyes, baby, face the funk Pull up in the O2, hard top, ass up Belladonna, this shit beats hard as hell, sis I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down I'm so fly and coked the fuck up I'm so nasty, getting poked up I'm that freaky dirty loca Lips all pokin' through the low-cut Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts Keep my Fendi wallet robust-bust I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and bitch, I get down I'm so fly and coked the fuck up I'm so nasty, getting poked up I'm that freaky dirty loca Lips all pokin' through the low-cut Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts Keep my Fendi wallet robust-bust Pussy puffed up like a bee sting Yes, I go to church in my G-string Father, can you bless this crackpipe? Never really learned how to act right And you can hold the beef 'Cause bitch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief And bitch, you're too busy tryna roll with me Just sit back, relax, go stroll the beach, uh "Hi, Ayesha, " nice to meet ya Six double O for a beat and a feature Rocking my Juicy baby tee I'm the raunchy motherfucker you pay to see I got lip gloss, glitter tits On a street corner just shaking my shit I grew up on Kim, Fox, and Madonna Dream about Dolce & Gabbana Please, sipping on rum and blue freeze Pinch the nips, I'm a tease Wanna get real coked up, wanna pop the percs Lemme show you how it works In a schoolgirl skirt with the knee high socks Walk down the block and catch all the cops Don't call the cops, I got hooking money I'm the real life cartoon Playgirl bunny, bitch I got accolades Track shorts high when I pass the trade In a flimsy top Bags still searched with the hems he bought Ooh, the thighs are tanny Big Juicy for a fucking Grammy Big dick, I need a fucking whammy Blood stains on my fucking panties Ooh, baby, come fuck with me Ooh, baby, don't fuck for free Shit liquor, expensive shit I beat that bitch with a hit Lemme get a hit, sit back, let the coke drip Thigh-high boots with the satin slit Out the back, I just let it slip And here's a tip, suck on my tits

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