Trina 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 bitch (Bitch), 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 nigga missin' and you in your feelings, I told him it's gettin' late
I'm a real greezy bitch (Bitch), don't take me to mama (No)
I just want the head (Yeah), you can keep the drama
I'm a real greezy bitch (Bitch)
I'm a real greezy bitch (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 p*ssy on the menu (Delicious)
Keep a nigga 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 p*ssy 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 nigga runnin'
Turn a boss nigga to a dummy
Got a nigga sayin' that he love me
Nigga, 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 nigga back (Back)
Right when I'm done (You can have him)
Just give me head and racks (Yeah)
Money make me cum (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