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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Regina Hardon
Alto Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Regina Hardon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Regina Hardon
Producer
Lyrics
Sitting on his face
Sweating out this lace
Got me riding til I'm creaming
And I know he want a taste, uh
I shitted on the sheets
Shitted on his meat
I'm petite
Making money selling pictures of my feet
Walk in the room and become a teabag
Haven't showered in three days
But he still wants to shag, make him gag
Pussy big and wide, come inside
Now it's time for me to sit on you and take a joyride
I start to cream but it's green cause im clapped
Now he's trapped
But he always seems to love my cheesy cat, so I
Apply some pressure, start to bounce real hard
Then I reach into his pocket and take out a credit card
Turn on my phone then I take a quick pic
His tongue is in my sandwich, he's having a picnic
And I'm thick
Almost broke his neck with my thighs
But my giant beefy flaps will muffle all of his cries
I spread my legs for your mother, she's a lesbian
I ride her face like a horse, equestrian
Once I'm riding I'm not stopping til I scream
Your father loves my pussy, I live in his wet dreams
Sitting on his face
Sweating out this lace
Got me riding til he's bleeding
And I'm 'bout to catch a case
I shitted on the sheets
Shitted on his meat
I'm petite
Making money selling pictures of my feet
Squirting on the bed
Squirting on his head
Now I'm spread
Bucket pussy, real wide like a shed
I shitted on the floor
Shitted at the door
I'm a whore
But he always wants to finger me some more
Uh
Shitted in the street
Beating on his meat
He's my seat
Pay me money for some pictures of my feet, uh
Writer(s): Regina Hardon
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