Hands Up lyrics

[Verse 1]
"Hi Ayesha", nice to meet ya
Six double O for a beat and a feature
Rocking my Juicy baby tee
I'm the raunchy motherf*cker you pay to see
I got lip gloss, glitter tits
On a street corner just shaking my sh*t
I grew up on Kim, Fox and Madonna
Dream about Dolce & Gabbana

[Verse 2]
Please, sipping on rum & blue freeze
Pinch the nips, I'm a tease
Wanna get real coked up, wanna pop the percs
Lemme show you how it works
In a schoolgirl skirt with the knee high socks
Walk down the block and catch all the cops
Don't call the cops, I got hooking money
I'm the real life cartoon Playgirl bunny, b*tch

[Chorus]
Damn, sorry I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I’m s*cking off a C.E.O
If he’s not a millionaire then I’ve gots to go
I’ve got the blow, come snort it, Becky
My pu*sy tastes like mom’s spaghetti
I do it for the girls, I do it for the ladies
Now come and f*ck me, baby
Damn, sorry I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I’m s*cking off a C.E.O
If he’s not a millionaire then I’ve gots to go
I’ve got the blow, come snort it, Becky
My pu*sy tastes like mom’s spaghetti
I do it for the girls, I do it for the ladies
Now come and f*ck me, baby

[Verse 3]
I'm walking sex, pedal to the metal with the disco tech
I'll be grinding up the dime and OG
Now light up the joint, I'm tryna OD
Like, "ooh, that's that sh*t I like"
Kinda bugging off the mid b*tch, you alright?
Now why y'all worried 'bout the f*ck I do?
I'mma let y'all know when the f*ck I'm through, like (B*tch)

[Verse 4]
They like the way I grind, they like the way I flirt
They like the way my noonie is peaking out my skirt
You're never gonna do it like us, work the hips then shake the bust
And Jesus is always with me, even when my boyfriend gives me hickeys, like

[Interlude]
"Oh my God, this b*tch is crazy, what the f*ck's she's saying Stacy?"
Never mind me, b*tch, I'm getting on
Cutting up coked out horny songs, like (Uh)
You b*tches need bass to bump
Come and look me in the eyes, baby, face the funk
Pull up in the O2, hard top, ass up
Belladonna, this sh*t beats hard as hell, sis
[Chorus]
Damn, sorry I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I’m s*cking off a C.E.O
If he’s not a millionaire then I’ve gots to go
I’ve got the blow, come snort it, Becky
My pu*sy tastes like mom’s spaghetti
I do it for the girls, I do it for the ladies
Now come and f*ck me, baby

Damn, sorry I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I’m s*cking off a C.E.O
If he’s not a millionaire then I’ve gots to go
I’ve got the blow, come snort it, Becky
My pu*sy tastes like mom’s spaghetti
I do it for the girls, I do it for the ladies
Now come and f*ck me, baby

[Verse 5]
Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi
Ice cream p*ssy, 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
[Verse 6]
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 "She did that"
Suck d*ck 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"

[Verse 7]
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'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

[Bridge]
Pu*sy puffed up like a bee sting
Yes, I go to church in my 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 stroll the beach, uh

[Chorus]
Damn, sorry I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I’m s*cking off a C.E.O
If he’s not a millionaire then I’ve gots to go
I’ve got the blow, come snort it, Becky
My pu*sy tastes like mom’s spaghetti
I do it for the girls, I do it for the ladies
Now come and f*ck me, baby

Damn, sorry I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I’m s*cking off a C.E.O
If he’s not a millionaire then I’ve gots to go
I’ve got the blow, come snort it, Becky
My pu*sy tastes like mom’s spaghetti
I do it for the girls, I do it for the ladies
Now come and f*ck me, baby