Lyrics of 'Hands Up! (remix)' by Ayesha Erotica

Hi, baby (aw)
Yeah
I like that (mmm)

Hi!, Ayesha
Nice to meet ya
6 double 0 for a beat and a feature
Rocking my juicy baby tee
I'm the raunchy motherfucker you pay to see
I got lip gloss, glitter tips
On the street corner just shakin' my shit
I grew up on Kim, fox' and Madonna
Dream about dolce and Gabbana

Please, sipping on run and 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 the school girl 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, bitch

Damn, sorry, I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I'm sucking off a C.E. o
If he's not a millionaire, then I've got to go
I've got to blow, come snort it, Becky
My pussy tastes like mom's spaghetti
I do it for the girls
I do it for the ladies
Now come and fuck me, baby

Damn, sorry, I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I'm sucking off a C.E. o
If he's not a millionaire, then I've got to go
I've got to blow, come snort it, Becky
My pussy tastes like mom's spaghetti
I do it for the girls
I do it for the ladies
Now come and fuck 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, oh, that's that shit I like
Kinda bugging off the mid-bitch, you alright?

Now, why y'all worried 'bout the fuck I do?
I'ma let y'all know when the fuck I'm through, like (bitch)

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 bitch is crazy
What the fuck's she's saying, Stacy?
Never mind me, bitch, I'm getting on
Cutting up coked out horny songs, like (uh)

You bitches 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 shit beats hard as hell, sis

Damn, sorry, I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I'm sucking off a C.E.O
If he's not a millionaire, then I've got to go
I've got to blow, come snort it, Becky
My pussy tastes like mom's spaghetti
I do it for the girls
I do it for the ladies
Now come and fuck me, baby

Damn, sorry, I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I'm sucking off a C.E.O
If he's not a millionaire, then I've got to go
I've got to blow, come snort it, Becky
My pussy tastes like mom's spaghetti
I do it for the girls
I do it for the ladies
Now come and fuck me, baby

Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi
Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley
Two small titties and a baseball bat
Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at

Tryna smoke me out, bitch, 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 shit, bitch, 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 dick and do it again
Just might come through with a friend
He keeps 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 bitch, I get down
I'm so fly and coked the fuck-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

Pussy 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, bitch
I'm too busy tryna roll the kief
And, bitch, you're too busy tryna roll with me
Just sit back, relax, go stroll the beach, uh

Instead of Jesus, I worship tryna
Instead of liquor, I drink some cleaner
Yeah, my daddy's real proud of his little bitch
And when my boyfriend cums, it ain't no little
Drips, I ain't illiterate bitch, no
I'm a little rich, so come and run me my check you fucking little shits

Two small titties and a baseball bat
I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at
One wrong word could get your face smacked
Shit, one wrong whip could get you face cracked

Bitch, seven forty-five with the pink interior
I see a sex doll when I look in my mirror
Turn the shit up high, so you can hear me
From the five-six-two, yeah, bitch, I'm firm

I shake my hot pink mini skirt
Until my back is sore, I'm 5 foot 7, hazel eyes
And, yes, I'm a whore
Make nasty princess double patties
Sipping my mocha frap
And if you need some sex protection
Baby, I've got your back

What's up? Legs up, wanna butt-fuck?
Take the dick till I cum on his numb nits
Oh, shit, I'm late for church
Evening service, gonna taste the word

'Cause the bible makes us extra horny!
E-ex-ex-ex-extra horny!
In Jesus name, I pray for boots
Chanel bangles and brand my boobs

Lipgloss, shit, I still rock mac
I shine from the front and I fuck from the back

Uptown, in the 562 if the money's good then
I'll ride with the crew and to all my ladies selling
Puss, I love you, baby, work that tush
Christian diva's titty pop, and I won't stop
Until the missles drop pop

I'm gonna piss in your mouth
I'm gonna kiss you with cum
And if I don't get mine, I'm gonna cut out your tongue
I wanna ride your daddy's dick
While I suck your uncle's thumb
Football coach, team cream
Yummy, yum

Make me your cheerleader
Ma-ma-make me your cheerleader
Make me your cheerleader
Ma-ma-make me your cheerleader
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Look at me, daddy
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Look at me, daddy

Damn, sorry, I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I'm sucking off a C.E.O
If he's not a millionaire, then I've got to go
I've got to blow, come snort it, Becky
My pussy tastes like mom's spaghetti
I do it for the girls
I do it for the ladies
Now come and fuck me, baby

Damn, sorry, I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I'm sucking off a C.E.O
If he's not a millionaire, then I've got to go
I've got to blow, come snort it, Becky
My pussy tastes like mom's spaghetti
I do it for the girls
I do it for the ladies
Now come and fuck me, baby

Damn, sorry, I blew you off
I was doing lunch with Microsoft
I'm sucking off a C.E.O
If he's not a millionaire, then I've got to go
I've got to blow, come snort it, Becky
My pussy tastes like mom's spaghetti
I do it for the girls
I do it for the ladies
Now come and fuck me, baby

Make me your cheerleader
Make me your cheerleader
Make me your cheerleader
Make me your cheerleader

Daddy, daddy, daddy
Look at me, daddy
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Look at me, daddy

Hi, baby (aw)
Yeah
I like that (mmm)