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sexy back - ayesha erotica lyrics

[verse 1: ayesha erotica]
mía que quien
and i’m up in the mix
if i ain’t up in the 5, then i’m driving the 6
then you owe a couple thou’ if you step on my kicks
trying ask me for a hit, b*tch you’re making me sick
trying match with the queen mean more than a dub
i’m the kinda b*tch that freebase in the club
wanna, test my crazy, will get touched
put the mace in your face, b*tch that’s what’s up
i’m dirty, but my diamonds clean
you’re blinded by the way that my diamonds gleam
see, i’m the kinda b*tch that got finer things
i want, luxury and designer jeans
you can catch me in vegas
catch me in tokyo
catch me on the d*ck tryna ride like a rodеo
yeehaw, i’mma ride it good
you can eat me likе i’m little red riding hood
[verse 2: nicki minaj]
yo, i’ma give ’em what they asked for
on my james brown flow with my afro, uh
tell ’em meet me in the back though
and they better have my motherf*ckin’ cash flow
when i’m chillin’ out in houston with the astros
and they know that i get flyer than an acrobat
they can’t see me from the back row, back
i shut it down with my clique though, clack
i know what i don’t know
always pregnant with some sons but i don’t show, uh
new york, i’m in soho
gotta hit the uk for some promo, uh
on it, i’m not entertained
me and you are not the same
bringing it back like rogaine
let us do us like romaine

[verse 3: ayesha erotica]
walk right by the line in my mink
got a gram of moon rock slipped in my drink
gotta hit the bathroom, straight to the sink
chop a line, get a hit, i’m gone in a blink
of the public eye, f*ck being shy
i’mma serve it up, b*tch, you can eat this pie
wait, i dip to the back of the room
got my head on the wall when the bass ba boom
kaboom b*tch, i ate this, flipped this and paid this
two times the p*ssy, i should be on the a*list
famous, you’re never gonna bring it to me
when i jiggle in the gucci, know i got it for free
b*tch coming for me? uh*uh, no luck
mean mugging me when i give no f*ck
don’t press me, b*tch, you don’t impress me
talk that talk and this could get messy, uh
[verse 4: nicki minaj]
sky dweller check, helicopter pad
droppin’ off a body bag
money talk, guess i got the gift of gab
don’t interject, don’t intercept
you ain’t on a jet, you ain’t meet a b*tch with this kinda money yet
yeah, i got an audemar, i ain’t set the time once
and i know they say they shine, i ain’t seen ’em shine once
all these rappers is my sons, and i’m always nine months
man if this was baseball, i ain’t let ’em slide once
do you see now? you playin’ d now?
oh, you wanna beat me, how?
oh, you the number one draft in the league now?
ride down ya block, doors 12 o’clock
lambo, the drop, bike n*ggas, ain’t stoppin’ for a cop (n*gga)
i got this sh*t locked tighter than a bear hug
when them b*tches rap, n*ggas need an earplug

- ayesha erotica lyrics

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