Eat It lyrics
by Ayesha Erotica
[Intro]
Ooh, lord
Check it!
[Verse]
I'm Miss Priss, puss swallowin' p*ss
If I like your c*ck, I might swallow your fist
Dec-decadent c*nt, still f*ck to c*m
Still talk grease over beats and drums
I bang, bang, still snort cocaine
b*tch, gag on the rocks of my body chains
c*nt, body, and brains (Check)
Talent and fame (Check)
Still gettin' off from the sound of my name
A-A-A-Ayesha Erotica, I'm the boom in your car
A-a-and when you blast my sh*t in public, all the boys will get hard
They rock to me in Japan
In France, they dance and they stan
Yeah, you know every f*ckin' lyric
b*tch, yes, f*ck up my jams
Good God!
[Pre-Chorus]
They wanna f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f-f-f*ck, f-f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck me
They wanna f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f-f-f*ck, f-f*ck, f*ck— (Oh my god)
Maybe if you're luck—, luck—, luck—, luck—, luck—, l-l-luck—, l-luck—, luck—, luck—, luck—, lucky
Maybe if you're luck—, luck—, luck—, luck—, luck—, lu-lu—
If you don't like me?
b*tch!
[Chorus]
Eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat—
The boys beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat—
The boys beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat—
They wanna
Eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it