Rock Star Mattu (Ft. Ayesha Erotica)

[Intro: Ayesha Erotica]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down

[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica]
Cross on my neck and a bible 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 keeps begging me to eat me out, I said, "You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth"

[Chorus: Mattu]
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains (Chains)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Riding backseat of a cop car (Cop car)
Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (Rock star)
Rocking cuffs like chains