Letra de ' Hot Stuff ' de Ayesha Erotica

E, bitch, you already snow
He was tryna fuck, I was tryna fuck his bro
I was in Detroit saying: What up wit' it doe?
And these bitches sellin' box, but they sell it for the low
And they think I do it too, but I don't do it anymore
But if the shit flop, yeah, I'm pretty, I could hoe
Where Becky? That bitch playing with the blow
And these bitches lack game cause they do not know the code
Wait, one, two, everybody, look what I can do
I can chop a line, no razor blade
And your bitch is gonna fuck me like a piece-o-cake
Gotta ask all the fans, like where the dirty percs?
I don't wanna chop em' up
I'ma a bitch, broke on the 31st
Dick up on the 33rd
I pull up in the iwonagiveaway
I'ma make a bag, then I shit, gettin' pistol whipped
Bitch got pistol whipped, that's just how it goes
I'm a fucking champ bitch, I ain't ever fold
I ain't ever fall, bitches can't relate
Ride around with the crack rock in my vape
I'm a super hoe, I ain't gotta fucking pay
Bitches be faker than a Santee Alley babe

Big TK, I'm always DTF
But I'm full grown, don't need CDF
Cruisin’ for a dick, it’s fuck a GPS
Turned a few tricks for some VVS
I don’t wanna fuck unless the Glock is in my face
Same nasty bitch snortin’ up that special K
And I'm still poppin’ titties out just to get my way
I’ma pretty ass bitch, so ugly people hate
Now show off
Watch me take my motherfuckin’ clothes off
Love the fat boys built like Rick Ross
Smackin’ up on my man like he’s Chris Rock
Got a BB Simon belt and a baggie on my hip
And some long ass nails with a gloss up on the lip
I can’t ride a fuckin’ bike but you know I ride on dick
Don’t ever gotta ask cause you know I'm runnin’ shit

CI, came through with the bob
On my bling ring, that bitch you wanna rob
Every day, I’ma make a bum bitch sob
I'm not tryna play nice, bitch, I'm tryna play God
I can be a model but I’d rather be a slut
Surged up on top, now I'm workin’ on the butt
Always going viral now I don’t know what is what
If they sell my deep-fake sex tape, I want a cut
Boobs out, it’s Chase with the bank, bitch
Hoes talk cheap, I don’t even know the language
I be like: Bang, bitch, what you gotta say?
Ain’t it kinda funny how the rumors circulate?
Tricks come through every single day
Take it in the back, that’s the Freakalicious way
Countin’ on my money, got it spread on the duvet
Stuff it in the Kelly then I'm off to St. Tropez

AE, bitch you already snow
Big TK, I'm always DTF
CI, came through with the bob
Take it in the back that’s the Freakalicious way