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Ayesha Erotica
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Thomas Roberts
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Woke up, smoked some down
Sun ain't even out
Y'all been fuckin' up my feel, it's gotta even out
Shades on, I was tryna buy some chocolate milk
Coolin' off of things that I did to myself
I don't see you workin', how the stuff gon' sell?
Got you feelin' like a Type A, I could feel it well
I don't wanna eat and I can't sleep, I'm freakin' out
You look in the mirror like "Why you do this to yourself?"
Baby, it's all good, I just need a couple weeks
Think I need someone who's as intense as me
Like let me riff, let me riff quick
Like let me riff, let me riff, let me riff quick
Like let me riff, let me riff, let me riff quick
Let me riff or I'ma freak out, I'ma do the shit
Bitches get so stuck up like their dick is in my ass
Pull up all them vids, I know you bitches have a past
Ain't no competition, I'm the only bitch that lasted
I ain't gotta drop 'cause the fans already have it
If I see some money on the table I'ma grab it
Runnin' off, I gotta stop it, it's become a habit
Linked up with my papi and these bitches couldn't mask it
They be lookin' envious of me when we make magic
That's what's up, I know that I'm dying way before my time is up
Bitches on my body and I be like "What the fuck?"
I'm like "Where my homegirl?", yeah, I'm calling Kiki up
I'm like "Bitch, I am in love"
With these percos
All on Reddit talkin' shit, you hoes is nerdos
I'm like fuck a place, I'm selling bitches out the VRBO
I ain't felt the same since I hopped on that DJ Birdo
I'm like "What the fuck? Let me riff quick"
Think I'm pretty, I ain't even got on lipstick
Pull up with the pocket rocket, pull up with the Ripstik
And I'm really beatin' bitches, so you ain't gon' do shit
Writer(s): Ayesha Erotica, Thomas Roberts
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