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letra de i sit on ya face - nina macc

[verse 1]

i love a boss that ain’t scared to get his beard wet
daddy fly, i wanna ride him like a learjet
keep it real, i ain’t going for no weird sh-t
got him calling every second asking are you here yet?
he just like to hear me say i’m c-mmin’
he asking questions like whose is it when i f-ck him
i tell him lies like it’s yours and i love it
i’m just tryna get my nut and then it’s right back to hustling
nina macc, i’m just out here tryna function
you l-sting and it’s nothing, you just better show me something
remember suck don’t l!ck, ooh don’t stop, right there that’s it

[hook]

i sit on ya face it taste just like candy
i sit on ya face it taste just like candy
i sit on ya face it taste just like candy
i sit on ya face it taste just like candy
it taste just like candy
i sit on ya face it taste just like candy
it taste just like candy
i sit on ya face it taste just like candy
just like candy, just like candy
just like, just like, just like candy
just like candy, just like candy
i sit on ya face it taste just like candy

[verse 2]

these hoes lost, they need a role model badly
i got more game than their so-called daddy
champagne sipping, you n-ggas sip brandy
i sit on your face it tastes just like candy
i don’t suck d-ck, i swallow that sh-t
i don’t lease whips i’m a balling–ss b-tch
let me give you game, i know you broke ho’s jokes
i don’t charge by the hour sh-t i charge by the stroke
gentlemen it’s the emacc show
i want the luxury sedan, i ain’t no e-cl-ss ho
these bum n-ggas tryna talk me out my chips
they ain’t got nothing to offer, i don’t even want the d-ck
soon as i l!ck my lips they wanna give me kiss
but they can kiss my -ssh0l- unless they kissing on this cl-t
remember suck don’t l!ck, ooh don’t stop, right there that’s it

[hook]

[verse 3]

and i ain’t tryna take your man b-tch
your man’s average, ain’t nothing but a fan, sh-t
you doing backflips, bending over backwards
for a n-gga that just spent a couple racks with
a boss b-tch and all i gave him was a lap dance
got my legs wrapped around his stomach like the lap-band
i’m in his brain so he nicknamed me cat scan
tapped out broke, now that’s what i call a tap dance
i’m running circles ’round these b-tch n-ggas
he working hard while i’m working on his six figures
they got the nerve to try and label me a gold digger
but i’m a hustler, definition of a go-getter
they say the game’s to be sold not told n-gga
i been riding benz since i was nineteen years old n-gga
remember suck don’t l!ck, ooh don’t stop, right there that’s it

[hook]

- nina macc

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