Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ayesha Erotica
Ayesha Erotica
Remixer
Mo Beats
Mo Beats
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ayesha Erotica
Ayesha Erotica
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mo Beats
Mo Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Tum-edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, tummy Feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, 'eelin' Feelin' yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, my-my-my-my My tummy feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du Tummy feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, tummy Feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du, 'eelin' Feelin' yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, my-my-my-my My tummy feelin' edi-edi-edi-ed, du-du-du-du (Mo) 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 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 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 pornstars 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 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
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