Lyrics GIDDY UP - Ayesha Erotica

When I wake up in the morning
I, I get so horny
So I call up my shorty
He'll take care of it for me

Then I ring up the besties
We get dressed so sexy
Grab my purse and my gun
And we're on the run

Bitch, giddy up (bitch, giddy up)
We're goin' to the club (we're goin' to the club)
So hurry up, slut
We're gonna get fucked

We're gonna pour shots (we're gonna pour shots)
'Til we can't stand up
Bitch, giddy up
We 'boutta get crunk

When I get loose off 151
I need a quickie
So I pop both my titties
My girls, they do it with me

Gettin' dumb, wet, and tipsy
Blacked out like I'm Britney
Grab my purse and my gun
And we're on the run

Bitch, giddy up (giddy up)
We're goin' to the club (to the club)
So hurry up, slut
We're gonna get fucked

We're gonna pour shots (ayy)
'Til we can't stand up (ayy)
Bitch, giddy up
We 'boutta get crunk (oh)

All my girls, if you're in the mood (uh)
And you've got that attitude (uh, uh-huh)
Then shake it like a stripper, bitch (uh)
Pour up some liquor (uh-huh) (oh)

Let's get naked in the VIP (hey)
From the 212 to the 213 (uh, uh-huh) (ah)
I think we got it (uh-huh)
This shit feels so erotic (uh-huh)

I sell my cards, hit the dealer
Wait, fix my concealer
Ten more shots of tequila
Lose my shit like Tila

When we're done with the clubbin'
Oh, it's time for lovin'
Give it all that you've got
(Oh, I like it a lot)

Bitch, giddy up (giddy up)
We're goin' to the club (to the club)
So hurry up, slut
We're gonna get fucked

We're gonna pour shots (ayy)
'Til we can't stand up (ayy)
Bitch, giddy up
We 'boutta get crunk (oh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ah-ah, yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ah-ah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
(Yeah, that's right)