Ee-er lyrics

[Intro: Monaleo]
Ayy, turn me up, ugh
Turn me up, ugh
Ayy, turn me up, ugh
(Ayy)
(B-B-Bankroll Got it)

[Verse 1: Monaleo]
Oh, you love me? What do you mean? Justin Bieber (Huh?)
I'm the illest b*tch alive, I'm so hot, I got a fever (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I make a ho get on his knees, n*gga, get down on your femur (sl*t)
I be twitchin' when I nut, oh my God, am I a streamer? (Let's go)
Oh my gosh, should I go Benz? (Yeah)
Oh my gosh, should I go Bimmer? (Yeah)
Oh my God, he got a vacuum for a mouth, he my lil' cleaner (Thot)
I'm a pretty b*tch with confidence, he lovin' my demeanor (Uh-huh)
Let him butter up my buns, I told him I'm good on on the wiеner (Let's go)

[Chorus: Monaleo]
I need an ee-er, ee-еr, ee-er, ee-er
Ee-er, ee-er, ee—
pus*y squeaky like ee-er, ee-er, ee-er, ee-er
Ee-er, ee-er, ee—
pus*y squeaky like

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Think it's too much Wockhardt in my cup
She been suckin' for a hour, she taste codeine when I nut
Come down, new pink Cybertruck
We got Elon Musky bands
Thick girls slide my touchscreen, they tryna see my OnlyFans
Third leg Draco in the pants
She can't pull up for no D without deposits in advance
I be slangin', ooh, wee-wee, and I ain't never been to France
She just got some lip injections, mouth can wrap a soda can
When big daddy feed her chocolate, she come back for rubber bands
[Chorus: Monaleo]
I need an ee-er, ee-er, ee-er, ee-er
Ee-er, ee-er, ee—
pus*y squeaky like ee-er, ee-er, ee-er, ee-er
Ee-er, ee-er, ee—

[Verse 3: Monaleo]
Yeah, okay, my skin like coffee, he callin' me his little creamer (Uh-huh)
So I'm guessin' I don't need no sweetener (Get it?)
He giving me brain, the mouth is insane, I told him he should be a speaker (sl*t)
Come through, he layin' a pipe just right, I told him that I was a leaker (Ugh)
This sh*t so good, I could turn a nonchalant n*gga to a tweaker (sl*t)
I swear to God I can, I'm tellin' you, I can
Where I'm at, the pus*y pinker (Yeah), super head (Yeah), thinker (Yeah)
The biggest b*tch, my name ringin' bells like I'm Tinker (Let's go)
If you know, you know, nails short, middle finger (sl*t)
Ayy, I'll fight over that di*k, rest in peace to Jerry Springer (On God)

[Chorus: Monaleo]
I need an ee-er, ee-er, ee-er, ee-er
Ee-er, ee-er, ee—
pus*y squeaky like ee-er, ee-er, ee-er, ee-er
Ee-er, ee-er, ee—
pus*y squeaky like