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Ayesha Erotica


[Lyrics transcribed from final]

[Intro]
My approach is, you know what?
You wanna keep talking out of that mouth?
You're gonna have your jaw wired
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
Do a n*gga off dead in his sleep (Dead in his sleep)
See a b*tch like me, so gutta
Put a bullet in your brain if you weak (Brain if you weak)
See a b*tch like me, so gutta
Gotta get 'em with the ass of a freak (Ass of a freak)
Set a n*gga up, get him bodied
They ain't gonna find the body for a week
I'm a mean hoe, I'm your dream hoe
Set it off quick like Cleo
Not a Leo, 'cause I'm never lying
Chopper got your baby mama crying
You stay trying
Check the stacks, b*tch, I'm a street b*tch
Keep the heat in between my knees, b*tch
The wholе hood who I'm trying to feed, b*tch, uh
[Chorus]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, so gutta, so gutta)
See a b*tch like mе
(Like me, like me, like me, like me, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh, like me, like me)

[Verse]
f*ck around, get your face cracked
Face puffy like a mace trap
D-d-d-dippin' dodging, I ain't catchin' charges
If you talkin' butter, get your man whack
Dirty looks, I don't take that
f*ck tonight, get your tits smacked
Clip a hoe with the wet bumper
Top of musty ass on the way back
And it's real (Real, real, real)
Contact me, I swear, b*tch, you'll get killed (Killed, killed, killed)
I get baby time, just playin' cop in hot meals (Hot meals, hot meals, hot meals)
I don't do cruise, I keep one hoe the whole pills (Pills, pills, pills)
Now take one of mine, how you feel? Uh

[Chorus]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, like me, like me, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh, so gutta)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, like me, like me)
[Verse 3]
See a n*gga like me so gutta
Come through, I'm LeBron with the heat
Put these n*ggas on time out like I've been filed
And I'm 'bout to shoot a freak
f*ck y'all n*ggas want?
Bumbaclot get your ballsy boy hit, fade it up
I'm with Prada right now
Drinkin' crown with my motherf*ckin' left pinky up, wooh
Thursdays were the worst days
Now I sip champagne 'cause I'm thirsty
From Berlin to [?] crystal
My p*ss shine, it's why y'all n*ggas p*ssed off
Big di*k, I bet you'd rather get p*ssed on
Plus I rap 'cause you like to get spit on
This is wrestling, another knot under my belt
You be owing hard, gettin' lynched over a belt, uh

[Chorus]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, so gutta, so gutta)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, like me, like me, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh)
[Verse 4]
Hot damn, hoe, here I come again
pus*y tight as a sock, say he can't get it in
Dressed up in Klein, God damn, I'm fine
Got Manolo pumps, my card never decline
I'mma get my shine, word up, stay up, fam
Ayesha Erotica on Instagram
'Bout a half a gram, cuttin' up on the dash
Got a couple loan sharks, I'mma get my cash
See me heavy, light as a rock
If I ain't answer your call then I'm swallowing c*ck
Girls love to jot and sh*t, I let 'em
In a couple of months the fans gon' forget 'em
Their man gon' regret 'em, they come running to me
You gotta pay for a verse, I don't come for free
When I'm done light a Parliament, no time for arguin'
Ass in the air like a b*tch stay gutted, uh

[Chorus]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh-huh, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh-huh, uh)
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