Ride Around (featuring Miss Prada) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey miss thing, what you up to?
I got a Mickey's in my purse and a pill for you
I got a bag of weed and a bag of blow
I'll come right through, girl, let me know
Hey b*tch, come on over
Let's get f*cked up, I don't wanna be sober
No more drama, no more pain
I'm a juicy b*tch and I've got no shame
That's fly, ma, let's hit the beach
Downtown shopping, Georgia Peach
We'll find the trade, get shirts made
Put Smirnoff in our lemonade
I wanna tan, and roll a blunt
If the cops come then I'm getting c*nt
I can't go to jail, I'm out on bail
I just wanna play in the summer sun

[Pre-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey b*tch, let's ride
Hey b*tch, let's ride
Hey-hey b*tch-b*tch let's-let's ride

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey b*tch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey b*tch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey b*tch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said
[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Oh, so luscious all the time
Look over there, that boy's so fine
That thick chain, and that tank top
Those long dreads make hearts drop (Uh)
Keep the trade, I'm looking for the daddies
Jewish old men in the golden caddy's
Buy me all types of gems and jewels
And older men never play by rules
That's cool Ayesha, but really though?
These older men have got to go
Give trade a chance, you'll never know
You might suck his di*k at a Plies show
At a Plies show? Uh, no
Tacky ass rappers are much too slow
We can find a man later, b*tch, I'm looking for the paper
So we can get higher than a motherf*cking elevator

[Pre-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey b*tch, let's ride
Hey b*tch, let's ride
Hey-hey b*tch-b*tch let's-let's ride

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey b*tch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey b*tch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey b*tch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey b*tch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said
[Bridge: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
From Cali out to Florida
b*tch, you can not afford us
From Cali out to Florida
b*tch, you can not afford us

[Outro: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
From Cali out to Florida
b*tch, you can not afford us
From Cali out to Florida
b*tch, you can not afford us
From Cali out to Florida
b*tch, you can not afford us
From Cali out to Florida
b*tch, you can not afford us