Die Slow Ayesha lyrics

[Intro: Ayesha Erotica]
(Oh my God, I'm on the street)
(I just hopped out the whip on [?], and I’m about to shake that f*cking laffy taffy)
(I'm about to shake my f*cking laffy taffy, b*tch)

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
b*tch, go f*cking suck di*k and die slow
Papi on my side and he pop a Rhino
Off of ecstasy and secrets, always tryna fight hoes
I just bought another .40 while you b*tches buy clothes
I'm like, "We are not the same, b*tch, not even similar"
You f*cking with some Johns, I’m f*cking with the Dillinger
f*cking for some dinner, sellin' pus*y for a G
Dirty-ass b*tch, take a bath and go to sleep

[Verse: Ayesha Erotica]
I've been up for like a week, just tryna make a hefty bag
Never keep the strap the same, you such a [?] mag
I ain't out here ridin' dirty, that's the sh*t that get you wrapped
Talkin' foolish on me, that's the sh*t that get you wrecked
I don’t ride with b*tches, no, I stay up by my lonesome
Rappin’ 'bout en guete pus*y, you don’t even own one
Blowin' up like '01 in September
Shoutin', "Gang" when you are not even a member
I can not respect it, f*cking dorko
I was in the eighth grade taking trips and snorting narcos
We was on the block, but you know it ’bout to be a run
And I wanna die, so I don't even fear none
[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica]
b*tch, go f*cking suck di*k and die slow
Papi on my side and he pop a Rhino
Off of ecstasy and secrets, always tryna fight hoes
I just bought another .40 while you b*tches buy clothes
I'm like, "We are not the same, b*tch, not even similar"
You f*cking with some Johns, I'm f*cking with the Dillinger
f*cking for some dinner, sellin' pus*y for a G
Dirty-ass b*tch, take a bath and go to sleep

[Outro: Ayesha Erotica & Yvncc]
Die slow, b*tch
Die slow, b*tch
Huh-uh, uh-uh
Huh-uh, uh-uh
Huh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Huh, huh
b*tch