Ayesha Erotica - Fresh Meat

Yummy

Tum-edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, tummy
Feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, 'eelin'
Feelin' yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, my-my-my-my
My tummy feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du

Tummy feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, tummy
Feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, 'eelin'
Feelin' yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, my-my-my-my
My tummy feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
Juicy tracksuit whenever I'm feelin' bummy
Big heels, got the Pleasers, I'm pleasin' 'em somethin' funny
Baby Phat jizz rag whenever he's feelin' cummy

Yeah, you bucktooth Beckies can't rhyme for shit
Heard your record and your lines sound just like his
See, the difference me and you, bitch, my shit hits
You're a size too big, bitch, and my shit fits

I'm the First Lady of Juicy Couture
Got a little cash now, so the skirt is Dior
And my lips look just like Amanda Lepore's
Now the kids out screamin', "You were better before"

Before what? Bitch still snortin' away
Still sippin' Red Bull, 'bout a gallon a day
Still rockin' chinchilla, knowin' I didn't pay
Drop-top pink coupe, bitch, get outta my way, ayy

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy, I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy, yummy

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy, I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy

Yeah, big purse with the rhinestone buckle
Keep a pink stun gun just in case I'm in trouble
Double-double, yeah, they askin' for the fries on the side
But I never take 'em home unless it's eyes on the ride

Run with coke heads, yeah, they rock my threads
Let 'em spend the night in my hot pink bed
Maybe send 'em home with a lot more bread
I'm just tryna keep all the porn stars fed

Yeah, he love me, but he fucks me like he hates my guts
He hit the spot to make me squirt and let me paint his nuts
He pay me right then, right there when he bust
I'm a fake bitch, so I'm payin' him dust

I do it for the girls and the gays, that's it
The queens and the queers, yeah, they lovin' my shit
Yeah, shout the fuck out to the girls with the big-ass lips
And shout the fuck out to the girls with the big-ass dicks, stay up

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy, I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy, yummy

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy, I'm feelin', I'm feelin' yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feelin' yummy

Credits
Writer(s): Ayesha Auciello
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