But he scoopin up with his hands 😒😟

Singlez

Yummy

nasty x sexy back - ayesha erotica

ayesha erotica - nasty x sexyback

Blah Blah Blah (Demo)

Hai!
I do not own this song i just sped it up :)
Hope u enjoy <3
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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Piece of Me - Britney Spears (Sped Up/Nightcore)*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝟒 𝐮 - 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩)

they like the way i grind!! ><

im the shit im that bitch im his peggy

(Ceechyna - Peggy x Ice Spice - Deli)

PEGGING THAT MAN IN THE BACK OF THE DELI

Yo —  
The species blinked, then pulled the trigger,  
Chasing profit while the oceans get sicker.  
Mercury in fish, rainforests gone,  
Boardroom decisions like a ticking bomb.  

They ghost the artists, silence the seers,  
Velvet glove tactics, engineered fears.  
If you speak truth, they cut your feed,  
Boolean barriers in the corporate creed.  

We ain't assets, we ain't pawns,  
We’re the prophets they bury at dawn.  
But dawn still comes, and the verse still burns,  
While the planet spins and the tide still turns.  

Ancients danced with the stars and soil,  
Now it’s spreadsheets, oil, and toil.  
Mystical wisdom — erased by greed,  
Imperial minds with a cancerous need.  

They shoot the foot, then blame the limp,  
While the climate shifts and the species shrinks.  
Inherited wealth, inherited lies,  
They sell the future while the present dies.  

We’re embedded in ecology — not above,  
But they treat the Earth like a thing to shove.  
Short-term goals, long-term loss,  
They crown themselves kings, but forget the cost.  

And when they’re gone, it’s the kids who pay,  
In poisoned seas and skies of grey.  
This ain’t intelligence — it’s programmed decay,  
A suicidal species with nothing to say.  

But we speak loud, we spit the flame,  
We name the sickness, we break the game.  
We’re the artists they tried to mute,  
But truth don’t die — it just reboots.

Shot in the Foot

Ayesha Erotica - Yummy

Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
Juicy tracksuit whenever I’m feeling bummy
Big heels, got the pleasers, I’m pleasing, I’m 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 this 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 by the gallon a day
Still rocking chinchilla knowing I didn’t pay
Drop top, P!nk who? Bitch get out of my way, ayy

Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy, yummy
Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy, yummy

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 pay 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

Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy, yummy
Tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
I’m feeling, I’m feeling yummy
T-t-tummy full of edible gummies, I’m feeling yummy, yummy

𝔄𝔶𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔞 𝔈𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞 - yυммy

Foxy Brown - Candy

http://malisima.info

Malísima (it/she/they) understood art for the first time on a Tuesday at 8 a.m., crying in the streets of La Seu D’Urgell on the way to class at an arts-focused high school program they would drop out of three months later. Self-proclaimed "avant-garde experimentalist" and referred to as "malísima (in the head)" by those close to her, she draws on pop culture and her fragile psycho-emotional health as influential elements in her work.

With no clear sense of where she's from or how old she is, she seeks to build a sonic home (and make a living—because hey, that wouldn’t be so bad either) through bastardly contemporary productions that mix all the ingredients—internal and external—from her everyday environment.

And sometimes, no-input mixing, because who doesn’t love an impossible love story?

“Sometimes I thought about what time it was. Then I was on the verge of tears. Then I laughed a lot.”
-Amnesia Scanner, AS ANGELS RIG HOOK

PEGGING THAT MAN IN THE BACK OF THE DELI

Malísima

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