Ride Around (featuring Miss Prada) Ayesha Erotica (Ft. Miss Prada)

[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey miss thing, what you up to?
I got a Mickey's in my purse and a pill for you
I got a bag of weed and a bag of blow
I'll come right through, girl, let me know
Hey bitch, come on over
Let's get fucked up, I don't wanna be sober
No more drama, no more pain
I'm a juicy bitch and I've got no shame
That's fly, ma, let's hit the beach
Downtown shopping, Georgia Peach
We'll find the trade, get shirts made
Put Smirnoff in our lemonade
I wanna tan, and roll a blunt
If the cops come then I'm getting cunt
I can't go to jail, I'm out on bail
I just wanna play in the summer sun

[Pre-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey bitch, let's ride
Hey bitch, let's ride
Hey-hey bitch-bitch let's-let's ride

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica & Miss Prada]
Hey bitch, let's ride around
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'ma take you to my side of town
I said