Ayesha EroticaDaniel PereiraDang nabbit, I got a fat rabbitAnd I heard your LP that was doggone trashAll them old ass songs, you can have itNose bloody 'cause I gotta bad habitHave it your way, this pussy gourmetHey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?B-I-T-E, that's the end of it'Cause Ayesha come through with the hits like an addictFinger lickin', get in my kitchenDon't you dare let anybody take a peekIf it's in poor taste, then out my faceThey play these games, there's nothing left to seeFuck me so good, got a bun in the ovenEndless cycles, bile risingSwitchin' positions, pick up the paceB-I-T-E me, babyCallin' out to Amy, 'cause this bakery's still runnin'Fill it to the rim, call it Cheaper by the DozenEat it up, eat it up, like you're a cannibalOrder after order, and a bitch is still stunnin'No more stomach for your whiningEndless cycles, bile risingI see why it's so exciting, Icy smile inside me hidingBeat it up, beat it up, like you're an animalI see why it's so excitingNo more stomach for your whiningSit and unzip, put your dick in my mandibleAll of you bitches are too fuckin' flammableB-I-T-E me, babyThey play these games, there's nothing left to seeHey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?B-I-T-E me, babyDon't you dare let anybody take a peekThey play these games, there's nothing left to seeHey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?Don't you dare let anybody take a peekFreaky coke whore definitionB-I-T-E me, babyTop see-through with the exhibitionThree slut bitches in the expeditionFollow my heart to the dick, I smell itListening to Jewel singing "Intuition"Where the coke head dorks, no tellingWhere the K-dealer freaks, where the felonsI'm the first lady of swallowing loadsBitch, I'm in the Porsche scoring, where's Ellen?Hey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?They play these games, there's nothing left to seeWhere's the president of sucking some toes?Don't you dare let anybody take a peekB-I-T-E me, babyWhere the bitches who be fucking for clothes?Hey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?Where the opps, enemigas and foes?They play these games, there's nothing left to seeGot a little bread now, so I truly be wildWhen I see your kia, I'ma tow itDon't you dare let anybody take a peekFuck driving the boat, I just stole itB-I-T-E me, babyIf you ridin' with the crew, better do it in styleIf I go broke, then bitch I'll just hoe itI'm the first lady, call me Julia ChildWhite lines on the table, but you're Ruе in denialIf my titty pop out, I'ma show itTalked your shit once and appalled the sceneFuck wood, come knock on assI'm the Gordon Ramsay, you the Paula Deen'Cause I already walk on tracksProlly gonna see me on your walls and screensHerb garden how I'm growing all my greenBring beers, I'ma knock one backGet your teeth in, I can see that you're a little bitBe a freak and I can season it a little bitThese are not coincidences, they are synonyms

Hey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

Hey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

I'm the first lady, call me Julia Child

Got a little bread now, so I truly be wild

White lines on the table, but you're Ruе in denial

If you ridin' with the crew, better do it in style

I'm the Gordon Ramsay, you the Paula Deen

Talked your shit once and appalled the scene

Herb garden how I'm growing all my green

Prolly gonna see me on your walls and screens

Be a freak and I can season it a little bit

Get your teeth in, I can see that you're a little bit

These are not coincidences, they are synonyms

B-I-T-E, that's the end of it

Have it your way, this pussy gourmet

If it's in poor taste, then out my face

Finger lickin', get in my kitchen

Switchin' positions, pick up the pace

Fuck me so good, got a bun in the oven

Fill it to the rim, call it Cheaper by the Dozen

Callin' out to Amy, 'cause this bakery's still runnin'

Order after order, and a bitch is still stunnin'

Eat it up, eat it up, like you're a cannibal

Beat it up, beat it up, like you're an animal

All of you bitches are too fuckin' flammable

Sit and unzip, put your dick in my mandible

Hey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

Hey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

Freaky coke whore definition

Three slut bitches in the expedition

Top see-through with the exhibition

Listening to Jewel singing "Intuition"

Follow my heart to the dick, I smell it

Where the K-dealer freaks, where the felons

Where the coke head dorks, no telling

Bitch, I'm in the Porsche scoring, where's Ellen?

I'm the first lady of swallowing loads

Where's the president of sucking some toes?

Where the opps, enemigas and foes?

Where the bitches who be fucking for clothes?

Fuck driving the boat, I just stole it

When I see your kia, I'ma tow it

If my titty pop out, I'ma show it

If I go broke, then bitch I'll just hoe it

'Cause I already walk on tracks

Fuck wood, come knock on ass

Bring beers, I'ma knock one back

And I heard your LP that was doggone trash

Dang nabbit, I got a fat rabbit

Nose bloody 'cause I gotta bad habit

All them old ass songs, you can have it

'Cause Ayesha come through with the hits like an addict

Hey, there, baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

Endless cycles, bile rising

No more stomach for your whining

I see why it's so exciting, Icy smile inside me hiding

Endless cycles, bile rising

No more stomach for your whining

I see why it's so exciting

B-I-T-E me, baby