Ride Around Ayesha Erotica

[Verse 1]
Damn, boy, that's a fly Mercedes
I bet you fuck with all the ladies
I know exactly what you do
Selling dope with your hot ass crew
I'll blow your dick while you drive to the beach
Suck you dry like a fucking leech
When you talk business it makes me wet
So do all the drugs you get

[Pre-Chorus]
Damn, I love those manic Papis
Coked out boy, hair black as coffee
Cuban daddy, don't drive a Caddy
Real classy, rims all gold and brassy
Pop a tape in, feel the bass
Do a line on the dash while you fuck my face
Tattoos, lick them up and down
I think I'll keep your ass around, like

[Chorus]
Hey, boy, let's ride around
Ri-ri, ri-ri, ri-ri-ride around
Hey, boy, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said hey, boy, let's ride around
Ri-ri, ri-ri, ri-ri-ride around
Hey, boy, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said hey, boy, let's ride around
Ri-ri, ri-ri, ri-ri-ride around
Hey, boy, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said hey, boy, let's ride around
Ri-ri, ri-ri, ri-ri-ride around
Hey, boy, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said