Ayesha Erotica — Fresh Meat

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Текст Ayesha Erotica — Fresh Meat

[Verse 1]
Hi, I’m a glamour addict
Coke on my left tit
Money in my pussy, baby, do you wanna petsit?
Fucked up, driving drunk
Pill popping, getting cunt
Flash, you got caught
Passed out, I’m still hot
Flat tits, shiny skin
Plastic, mannequin
Fuck doll, blow me up
Phone calls, blowin’ up
Sex sells, want a piece?
Pretty when I’m on my knees
DJ’s, they’re obsessed
Want me tattooed on their chest

[Pre-Chorus]
What’s that I smell? What’s that I smell?
What’s that I smell?

[Chorus]
Fresh meat, fresh meat
Fresh meat, fresh meat
Fresh meat, fresh meat
Fresh meat, fresh meat

[Verse 2]
Coked up, Olsen twin
Diet pills, lookin’ thin
Chin up, photoshoot
Let’s see what those legs can do
Rockstars, escorts, we’re the biggest exports
Drugs sell, kids buy
Rich live, poor die
Hotel orgy, gangbang, full swing
Crack pipe, Saint Laurent
Fame, a celebutante
Shining bitch, do or die
This shit is fiscal suicide
Dripping wet, now come inside
I’ll fuck you for a Porsche ride

[Pre-Chorus]
What’s that I smell? What’s that I smell?
What’s that I smell?

[Chorus]
Fresh meat, fresh meat
Fresh meat, fresh meat
Fresh meat, fresh meat
Fresh meat, fresh meat

[Bridge]
Sex sells, drugs sell
Sex sells, drugs sell
Sex sells, drugs sell
Sex sells, drugs sell
Rockstars, escorts
Rockstars, escorts
Rockstars, escorts
Rockstars, escorts
Sex sells, drugs sell
Sex sells, drugs sell
Sex sells, drugs sell
Sex sells, drugs sell
Rockstars, escorts
Rockstars, escorts
Rockstars, escorts
Rockstars, escorts