Ayesha Erotica - This One lyrics
Ayesha Erotica
[Ayesha Erotica - This One lyrics]
This one for you, I said this one for you
(Right now)
All black, hoodie up
Shoulder rubbing against the
Ski masks, fold it up
Fold it down when we pullin' up
We goin' through the plan
We goin' in and we be out
If they finna make it difficult
I'm finna take 'em out
(Loaded) then when I kick in the door
Take the drugs and kidnap they hoe
Ain't a ransom, we sell that bitch
Unless she finna be down with the clique
Unless she really wanna flip on the clique
She gotta have street smarts, gotta have wit
Gotta have money, gon' catch me a whip
Gotta be down to hit up that lick
Bitches go through
Put 'em together with all the thing they do
And I be tying my hair up and fighting the
They actin' all hard, but they
Ain't got no money, but where was the bag?
You ain't got no I popped in club
His time has start
This is time it ain't real
His bitch ain't got no sex appeal
Bad bitches love paper, her lip fly
Skyscraper her love gettin' niggas later
So I especially love my haters
(Let's get it)
Bad bitches love paper, her lip fly
Skyscraper her love gettin' niggas later
So I especially love my haters
(Let's get it)
This one for you, this one for you, nigga
This one for you, I said this one for you
(Right now)
This one for you, this one for you, nigga
This one for you, I said this one for you
(Right now)