They Like the Way I Grind

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 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'm walking sex
Pedal to the metal with the disco tech
I'll be grinding up the diamond 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 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

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

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

"Hi, Ayesha, " nice to meet ya
Six double O 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 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 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 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, bitch

I got accolades
Track shorts high when I pass the trade
In a flimsy top
Bags still searched with the hems he bought

Ooh, the thighs are tanny
Big Juicy for a fucking Grammy
Big dick, I need a fucking whammy
Blood stains on my fucking panties

Ooh, baby, come fuck with me
Ooh, baby, don't fuck for free
Shit liquor, expensive shit
I beat that bitch with a hit

Lemme get a hit, sit back, let the coke drip
Thigh-high boots with the satin slit
Out the back, I just let it slip
And here's a tip, suck on my tits