On His Face lyrics

[Intro: Trina]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stick it in the aux hole, baby
(ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, look)

[Chorus: Trina]
Sat on his face (Yeah), said he want a taste
Told him give me head in the back of the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told him slow down, no, it's not a race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got one hand on his head, blunt to my face
Sat on his face (Yeah), said he want a taste
Told him give me head in the back of the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told him slow down, no, it's not a race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got one hand on his head, blunt to my face

[Verse 1: Trina]
I'm a real greezy b*tch (b*tch), don't take me to mama (No)
I just want the head (Yeah), you can keep the drama
I'm like f*ck a wedding band, let's f*ck up some commas (Commas)
Run a check up at Nobu, I don't f*ck with Benihanas (No)
I'm not regular, I'm not basic, I can't relate (Can't relate)
I f*ck on your man, I f*ck up the plans, I tell him to scrape the plate (Skrrt)
I heard you been talkin', I heard you been trippin', one question, how do I taste? (Mmh)
Your n*gga missin' and you in your feelings, I told him it's gettin' late
I'm a real greezy b*tch (b*tch), don't take me to mama (No)
I just want the head (Yeah), you can keep the drama
I'm a real greezy b*tch (b*tch)
I'm a real greezy b*tch (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trina]
Sat on his face (Yeah), said he want a taste
Told him give me head in the back of the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told him slow down, no, it's not a race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got one hand on his head, blunt to my face
Sat on his face (Yeah), said he want a taste
Told him give me head in the back of the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told him slow down, no, it's not a race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got one hand on his head, blunt to my face

[Verse 2: Lightskin Keisha]
Got good pus*y on the menu (Delicious)
Keep a n*gga bustin' like extendo (Grr)
Make him tap out, can't continue (Woo)
Head fire, no game, no Nintendo (Nah)
Wet like a sink, he want a drink
Gave him a taste, woah (Woah)
Wet wet got him sprung, speakin' in tongues
Runnin' through that bankroll (Bankroll)
Hit it from the back in the Maybach (Yeah)
Gotta use a rubber, I don't play that (Yeah)
I'ma put this pus*y where his face at (Yeah)
Got him like, "Damn, where your waist at?" (Where?)
Throw it back, got him like, "Hold up" (Hold up)
Usain, got a n*gga runnin’
Turn a boss n*gga to a dummy
Got a n*gga sayin' that he love me
n*gga, I don't love you
Only thing I love is some money (Money)
I ain't catchin' feelings (Nah)
Only catchin' nuts (Catchin' nuts)
Give your n*gga back (Back)
Right when I'm done (You can have him)
Just give me head and racks (Yeah)
Money make me c*m (It do)
Don't want no strings attached (Nah)
I just want that tongue (On God)
[Chorus: Trina]
Sat on his face (Yeah), said he want a taste
Told him give me head in the back of the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told him slow down, no, it's not a race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got one hand on his head, blunt to my face
Sat on his face (Yeah), said he want a taste
Told him give me head in the back of the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told him slow down, no, it's not a race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got one hand on his head, blunt to my face