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Ayesha Erotica - Move Ya Feet Lyrics

[Chorus: LyteSpeed]
Catch a flight to Paris maybe Monaco
Bitch you‘re out of style, yeah I think you gotta go
I been turning up everywhere I fuckin’ go
Do a line and fuck your bitch and then I go and play a show
If you like to fucking dance, let me see you move your feet
Weak-ass, punk-ass, [?]
[?] will not save you from [?]
[?] you can’t hurt me
[?]

[Verse 1: LyteSpeed]
If you’re gonna play my music then you better turn it up
Got my swishers and my blunt
Baby I’m the one you love
If you wanna hang out with us then you better bring some drugs
I just caught a flight to L.A
Baby it was one way
I just left the studio and now I’m on the runway
Fans see me like no way
I've been high the whole day
I just popped another pill and now I’m feeling okay
[?] okay
[?] hoes say
Fucked up my whole day
[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica]
Shorty 'bout to cheat on me
[?] not picking a bitch
[?] molly, this year I got fuckin’ rich
All you bitches music wack, these are fuckin’ Fendi facts
[?] hoes in my city, gotta pay a tax
Now we smashin’ faces and we breaking all your gear
And my titties poking out my top, I got no fucking fear
Dropped a 20 in my beer
Let’s get one thing fucking clear
If Ayesha wrote that shit up in her lyrics then it’s real

[Chorus: LyteSpeed]
Catch a flight to Paris maybe Monaco
Bitch you‘re out of style, yeah I think you gotta go
I been turning up everywhere I fuckin’ go
Do a line and fuck your bitch and then I go and play a show
If you like to fucking dance, let me see you move your feet
Weak-ass, punk-ass, [?]
[?] will not save you from [?]
[?] you can’t hurt me
[?]

[Verse 3: Petey Plastic]
Put your fucking phone down bitch, I ain’t tryna be in vids
I feel it behind my skull
I’m so fried, my brain is [?]
I’m so high you’d think I’m sick
Never work, I’m turning tricks
[?] from slamming dicks
[?] pay for it
[?]
Maybe I’m just overdosed
Feel so good I know I'm close
Always tryna do the most
I’m so fucked I cannot see
Bumping all the ecstasy
[?]
[Verse 3: Yung Skayda]
[?] I want your love
I don’t know what you want
I could tell just by your stare
I won’t ever give it up
Girl I want you, you look like danger
Wants my money, I’ll obey her
[?] e-e-empathy
[?] e-empty
[?]
Baby girl I’m off the X, hope you don’t mind it
Read your red flags, it’s too easy to find it

[Chorus: LyteSpeed]
Catch a flight to Paris maybe Monaco
Bitch you‘re out of style, yeah I think you gotta go
I been turning up everywhere I fuckin’ go
Do a line and fuck your bitch and then I go and play a show
If you like to fucking dance, let me see you move your feet
Weak-ass, punk-ass, [?]
[?] will not save you from [?]
[?] you can’t hurt me
[?]