✩Lyrics✩
Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?
They play these games, there's nothing left to see
Don't you dare let anybody take a peek
B-I-T-E me, baby

I'm the first lady, call me Julia Child
Got a little bread now, so I truly be wild
White lines on the table, but you're Rue in denial
If you ridin' with the crew, better do it in style

I'm the Gordon Ramsay, you the Paula Deen
Talked your shit once and appalled the scene
Herb garden how I'm growing all my green
Prolly gonna see me on your walls and screens

Be a freak and I can season it a little bit
Get your teeth in, I can see that you're a little bit
These are not coincidences, they are synonyms
B-I-T-E, that's the end of it

Have it your way, this pussy gourmet
If it's in poor taste, then OUT MY FACE
Finger lickin', get in my kitchen
Switchin' positions, pick up the pace

Fuck me so good, got a bun in the oven
Fill it to the rim, call it Cheaper by the Dozen
Callin' out to Amy, cuz this bakery's still runnin'
Order after order, and a bitch is still stunnin'

Eat it up, eat it up, like you're a cannibal
Beat it up, beat it up, like you're an animal
All of you bitches are too fuckin' flammable
Sit and unzip, put your dick in my mandible

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?
They play these games, there's nothing left to see
Don't you dare let anybody take a peek
B-I-T-E me, baby

Freaky cokewhore definition
3 slut bitches in the expedition
top see thru with the exhibition
Listening to jewel singing intuition

Follow my heart to the dick I smell it
Where the K-dealer freaks, where the felons
Where the coke head dorks no telling
Bitch I'm in the Porsche scoring where's Ellen?

I'm the first lady of swallowing loads
Where's the president of sucking some toes?
Where the opps, enemigas and foes?
Where the bitches who be fucking for clothes?

Fuck driving the boat I just stole it
When I see your kia, Imma tow it
If my titty pop out, Imma show it
If I go broke, then bitch I'll just hoe it

Cause I already walk on tracks
Fuck wood come knock on ass
bring beers imma knock one back
And I heard ur LP that was doggone trash

Dang nabbit, I got a fat rabbit
Nose bloody ‘cause I gotta bad habit
All them old ass songs, you can have it
‘Cause Ayesha come through with the hits like an addict

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?
They play these games, there's nothing left to see
Don't you dare let anybody take a peek
B-I-T-E me, baby

Endless cycles, bile rising
No more stomach for your whining
I see why it's so exciting
Icy smile inside me hiding
Endless cycles, bile rising
No more stomach for your whining
I see why it's so exciting
B-I-T-E ME BABY

Creep-P - BITE ME (feat. Ayesha Erotica)

[ATKS-0058]

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✩Lyrics✩
Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?
They play these games, there's nothing left to see
Don't you dare let anybody take a peek
B-I-T-E me, baby

I'm the first lady, call me Julia Child
Got a little bread now, so I truly be wild
White lines on the table, but you're Rue in denial
If you ridin' with the crew, better do it in style

I'm the Gordon Ramsay, you the Paula Deen
Talked your shit once and appalled the scene
Herb garden how I'm growing all my green
Prolly gonna see me on your walls and screens

Be a freak and I can season it a little bit
Get your teeth in, I can see that you're a little bit
These are not coincidences, they are synonyms
B-I-T-E, that's the end of it

Have it your way, this pussy gourmet
If it's in poor taste, then OUT MY FACE
Finger lickin', get in my kitchen
Switchin' positions, pick up the pace

Fuck me so good, got a bun in the oven
Fill it to the rim, call it Cheaper by the Dozen
Callin' out to Amy, cuz this bakery's still runnin'
Order after order, and a bitch is still stunnin'

Eat it up, eat it up, like you're a cannibal
Beat it up, beat it up, like you're an animal
All of you bitches are too fuckin' flammable
Sit and unzip, put your dick in my mandible

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?
They play these games, there's nothing left to see
Don't you dare let anybody take a peek
B-I-T-E me, baby

Freaky cokewhore definition
3 slut bitches in the expedition
top see thru with the exhibition
Listening to jewel singing intuition

Follow my heart to the dick I smell it
Where the K-dealer freaks, where the felons
Where the coke head dorks no telling
Bitch I'm in the Porsche scoring where's Ellen?

I'm the first lady of swallowing loads
Where's the president of sucking some toes?
Where the opps, enemigas and foes?
Where the bitches who be fucking for clothes?

Fuck driving the boat I just stole it
When I see your kia, Imma tow it
If my titty pop out, Imma show it
If I go broke, then bitch I'll just hoe it

Cause I already walk on tracks
Fuck wood come knock on ass
bring beers imma knock one back 
And I heard ur LP that was doggone trash

Dang nabbit, I got a fat rabbit
Nose bloody ‘cause I gotta bad habit
All them old ass songs, you can have it
‘Cause Ayesha come through with the hits like an addict

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?
They play these games, there's nothing left to see
Don't you dare let anybody take a peek
B-I-T-E me, baby

Endless cycles, bile rising
No more stomach for your whining
I see why it's so exciting
Icy smile inside me hiding
Endless cycles, bile rising
No more stomach for your whining
I see why it's so exciting
B-I-T-E ME BABY