Hands Up

"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 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 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 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) 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 "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 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 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 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" 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 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 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