Ayesha Erotica

"Rock Star"

[Intro/Hook - Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha, and, b*tch, I get down


[Verse 1 - Ayesha Erotica]
Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi
Ice cream pus*y, stripper shoes in a Bentley
Two small titties and a baseball bat
Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the b*tch stays at
Tryna smoke me out, b*tch, think again
I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems
They send the money then I send the stems
I ain't sending you sh*t, b*tch, no offense
But I heard your song, and I should've mixed that
Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched
Every time that you tried to drop, it's been wack

Every time that I drop, they like, "you did that!"
Suck di*k, then do it again, just might come through with a friend
He keep begging me to eat me out, I said, "you gotta take my tampon out with your mouth"

[Chorus - Mattu]
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (chains)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains

[Hook - Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and, b*tch, I get down
I'm so fly and
coked the f*ck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up

[Verse 2 - Ayesha Erotica]
I'm that freaky, dirty loca
Lips all pokin' through the low-cut
Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts
Keep my Fendi wallet robust, bust
pus*y puffed up like a bee sting

Yes, I go to church in a g-string
Father, can you bless this crackpipe
Never really learned how to act right

And you can hold the beef
'Cause, b*tch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief
And, b*tch, you're too busy tryna roll with me
Just sit back, relax, go slow the beat, uh


[Ext. Chorus - Mattu]
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (chains)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (chains)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car)
b*tch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains

[Ext. Hook - Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and, b*tch, I get down
I'm so fly and
coked the f*ck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up
I want a, I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and, b*tch, I get down
I want a, I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and, b*tch, I get down

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