hands up (sped up)

作词 : Evan Carter

作曲 : Evan Carter

"Hi Ayesha", nice to meet ya

Six double O for a beat and a feature

Rocking my Juicy baby tee

I'm the raunchy mother****er you pay to see

I got lip gloss, glitter tits

On a street corner just shaking my shit

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 shit I like"

Kinda bugging off the mid bitch, you alright?

Now why y'all worried 'bout the **** I do?

I'mma let y'all know when the **** 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