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letra de columbine* - ayesha erotica

[intro: taio cruz & ayesha erotica]
world famous dj
i throw my hands up in the air sometimes
sayin’, “ayo, gotta let go” (uh-uh, uh-huh)
i wanna celebrate and live my life (uh-huh)
sayin’, “ayo, baby, let’s go” (uh-uh)

[pre-chorus: ayesha erotica]
i said
i bought my .38 inside the club
sayin’ “ayo, where that bum ho?” (where she at?)
that b-tch sell p-ssy for some taco bell (what the f-ck?)
i’ma smack her, then i’ma pack her (i’ma pack that b-tch)

[chorus: ayesha erotica]
’cause we gon’ light the club (uh-huh), b-tch, we do my fight (uh-huh)
we gon’ shoot the club (uh-huh), like it’s columbine (ooh)
b-tch, don’t think it’s sweet
b-tch, don’t think it’s fun (never)
b-tch, we gon’ shoot the club (uh-huh), like it’s columbine (ooh)

[post-chorus: taio cruz]
i wanna celebrate and live my life
sayin’, “ayo, baby, let’s go”

[verse 1: ayesha erotica]
no doubt, bum b-tch, don’t speak
you speak, i tweak, we weap
them dirty-ass shoes, i’m chic
brand new .38 tucked on me
[?] i’ma cash like sh-lls
got a b-tch walkin’ right up in motel
she got a gang-ass p-ss’, i sell
[?] b-tch x pill
i blew her boyfriend ’til he [?]
he a trick, he wanna deep-throat
never gag on the d-ck, i smoke
head to the side like a b-tch had a stroke
white tesla, b-tch, i’m live
can’t be me, b-tch, still try
bubblegum b-tch, got chew like five
get pop down like a million side
get pop down like a million side
chew like five, get pop down like a million side
[interlude: shane clay & taio cruz]
ah, f-ck
yo, ayesha, you got these drugs tested, right?
rock this club, we gon’ go all night (yo, shane clay on the f-cking beat)
we gon’ light it up like it’s dynamite

[verse 2: shane clay]
they some ratchet hoes, stiff up off my pipe
coming in d.a, pupils in my eyes
[?] like vibes, f-cking every night
yeah, she got a mess, but i roll the dice
[?], back in the club
get in the head, get in the neck
[?] she feeling me
b-tch, almost shot off my leg
my ho grow opps, i can’t keep the peace
if i intervene, that b-tch will shoot at me

[chorus: ayesha erotica]
we gon’ light the club, b-tch, we do my fight
we gon’ shoot the club, like it’s columbine
b-tch, don’t think it’s sweet
b-tch, don’t think it’s fun
b-tch, we gon’ shoot the club, like it’s columbine

[post-chorus: taio cruz]
i throw my hands up in the air sometimes
sayin’, “ayo, gotta let—”

- ayesha erotica

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