Yummy versuri

Versuri Ayesha Erotica – Yummy lyrics

[Intro]
Tum— edi-edi-edi-ed—
Du-du-du-du— tummy
Feeling edi-edi-edi-ed—
Du-du-du-du, —eeling
Feeling yummy, yummy
Yummy, yummy, my-my-my-my
My tummy feeling edi-edi-edi-ed—
Du-du-du-du—
Tummy feeling edi-edi-edi-ed—
Du-du-du-du— tummy
Feeling edi-edi-edi-ed—
Du-du-du-du, —eeling
Feeling yummy, yummy
Yummy, yummy, my-my-my-my
My tummy feeling edi-edi-edi-ed—
Du-du-du-du—

[Verse 1]
Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
Juicy tracksuit whenever I’m feeling bummy
Big heels, got the Pleasers, I’m pleasing ‘em, something funny
Baby Phat jizz rag whenever he’s feeling cummy
Yeah, you bucktooth Beckies can’t rhyme for shit
Heard your record and your lines sound just like his
See, the difference me and you, bitch, my shit hits
You’re a size too big, bitch, and my shit fits
I’m the First Lady of Juicy Couture
Got a little cash now, so the skirt is Dior
And my lips look just like Amanda Lepore’s
Now the kids out screaming, „You were better before”
Before what? Bitch, still snorting away
Still sipping Red Bull, ‘bout a gallon a day
Still rocking chinchilla knowing I didn’t pay
Drop-top, pink coupe, bitch, get out of my way, ayy

[Chorus]
Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies
I’m feeling yummy, yummy
Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy

[Verse 2]
Yeah, big purse with the rhinestone buckle
Keep a pink stun gun just in case I’m in trouble
Double double, yeah, they asking for the fries on the side
But I never take ‘em home unless it’s eyes on the ride
Run with cokeheads, yeah, they rock my threads
Let ‘em spend the night in my hot pink bed
Maybe send ‘em home with a lot more bread
I’m just tryna keep all the porn stars fed
Yeah, he love me, but he fucks me like he hates my guts
He hit the spot to make me squirt and let me paint his nuts
He paid me right then, right there when he bust
I’m a fake bitch, so I’m paying him dust
I do it for the girls and the gays, that’s it
The queens and the queers, yeah, they loving my shit
Yeah, shout the fuck out to the girls with the big-ass lips
And shout the fuck out to the girls with the big-ass dicks, stay up

[Chorus]
Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies
I’m feeling yummy, yummy
Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy

Written by: Ayesha Erotica