Where U @?
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-huh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-huh
Stumblin' through the city, ID's gone (uh-huh)
Gotta find a place to get my party on (uh-huh)
Need cheap drinks and a place that doesn't card (I don't)
'Cause I plan on going fucking hard (uh)
At least I have my cigarettes, but I don't have a lighter (I don't)
I hope no bitches steal my look 'cause I'ma have to fight her (I will)
I tried to call Ayesha, but her phone is fucking dead (sorry)
Oh, whatever, I'll try again later, I'll call this twink instead (uh)
I'm dirty on the dance floor, getting rowdy like Xtina
I'm off three lines and a half a blunt
Bitch, you can keep the "Tina"
I'm just tryna suck some dick, tryna pop my little titties
Then I get a text from Alex, said he's lost in the Windy City, I said
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I b-breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride, and I'll meet you outside
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride, and I'll meet you outside
Smells like sex, triple X, I'm hopping clubs, one to the next
I'm loaded, gone, paid for good, pulling more dick than I know I should
I want the hardest wood, I'm cruisin' trade, sippin' on vodka lemonade
I'm gettin' laid, alright, bikini tops, see-through, real tight
I'm walking through Boystown, but I can't find a bottom
I see some skinny twinks out here, but I don't wanna top them
And I can't find Ayesha 'cause she's probably sucking dick
Bitch, pick up your goddamn phone, you're gonna make me sick
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride and I'll meet you outside
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride, and I'll meet you outside
Yeah, uh-huh, uh
Ayesha and Alex
Fuck me 'til I die
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-huh
Stumblin' through the city, ID's gone (uh-huh)
Gotta find a place to get my party on (uh-huh)
Need cheap drinks and a place that doesn't card (I don't)
'Cause I plan on going fucking hard (uh)
At least I have my cigarettes, but I don't have a lighter (I don't)
I hope no bitches steal my look 'cause I'ma have to fight her (I will)
I tried to call Ayesha, but her phone is fucking dead (sorry)
Oh, whatever, I'll try again later, I'll call this twink instead (uh)
I'm dirty on the dance floor, getting rowdy like Xtina
I'm off three lines and a half a blunt
Bitch, you can keep the "Tina"
I'm just tryna suck some dick, tryna pop my little titties
Then I get a text from Alex, said he's lost in the Windy City, I said
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I b-breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride, and I'll meet you outside
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride, and I'll meet you outside
Smells like sex, triple X, I'm hopping clubs, one to the next
I'm loaded, gone, paid for good, pulling more dick than I know I should
I want the hardest wood, I'm cruisin' trade, sippin' on vodka lemonade
I'm gettin' laid, alright, bikini tops, see-through, real tight
I'm walking through Boystown, but I can't find a bottom
I see some skinny twinks out here, but I don't wanna top them
And I can't find Ayesha 'cause she's probably sucking dick
Bitch, pick up your goddamn phone, you're gonna make me sick
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride and I'll meet you outside
"Hey, bitch, where you at?"
I don't know where the fuck I'm at
Can you hear me? Am I breaking up?
I can't hear, are you breaking up?
Get over here, let's party
I just wanna party
Grab my purse, get a ride, and I'll meet you outside
Yeah, uh-huh, uh
Ayesha and Alex
Fuck me 'til I die
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Writer(s): Ayesha Smith
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