Sit on it

trap, jersey club, R&B (with Memphis/Dirty South trap + Y2K/k-pop touches)

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[Intro]
(Deep, vibrating 808 bass line with a slow, rhythmic snap)
Yeah.
You said you wanted the real KiKi?
Hope you got good lungs.
Let’s go.
[Chorus]
Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste.
Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face.
Sit on it, sit on it, watch the way I ride.
Got him underwater, yeah, he caught up in the tide.
I said breathe— (Breathe!)
Yeah, don't you tap out.
Hear a little mumble, yeah, I know what that's about.
Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste.
Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face.
[Verse 1]
Lookin' at the menu, yeah, you know I’m the dessert.
Put me front and center, boy, it's time to put in work.
Heavy on the thighs, yeah, I’m heavy on the hips,
Got him going crazy when I'm pressing on his lips.
I don't need a chair, I got a cushion right here,
Whisper how you love it, yeah, I hear it loud and clear.
Hands around my waist, yeah, you holding on for life,
Different kind of breed, I ain't looking for a wife.
I'm looking for a spot to drop it down and make it stick,
Clock is ticking, baby, and I’m making it tick.
[Chorus]
Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste.
Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face.
Sit on it, sit on it, watch the way I ride.
Got him underwater, yeah, he caught up in the tide.
I said breathe— (Breathe!)
Yeah, don't you tap out.
Hear a little mumble, yeah, I know what that's about.
Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste.
Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face.
[Verse 2]
Look right up at me, yeah, the view is insane.
Ridin' the rhythm like I’m off of the chain.
Drippin' in Cartier, skin on skin,
I open up the door and I let you right in.
You ain't gotta speak, let your tongue do the talkin',
Leave him paralyzed, he ain't doing no walkin'.
Suffocate the beat, suffocate the room,
Drop it on his head while the 808 boom.
I’m the heavyweight champ, I’m the one in control,
Take a little sip, baby, swallow it whole.
[Bridge]
(Beat strips down to a slow, menacing heartbeat)
Can you handle the weight?
Can you handle the pressure?
Digging in the dark, yeah, I'm giving you treasure.
Don't move.
Stay right there.
Good boy.
[Chorus]
Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste.
Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face.
Sit on it, sit on it, watch the way I ride.
Got him underwater, yeah, he caught up in the tide.
I said breathe— (Breathe!)
Yeah, don't you tap out.
Hear a little mumble, yeah, I know what that's about.
Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste.
Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face.
[Outro]
(Bass slowly fades with a distorted, echoing synth)
Catch your breath.
You're gonna need it.
It's Carti bitch
(End)

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[Intro] (Deep, vibrating 808 bass line with a slow, rhythmic snap) Yeah. You said you wanted the real KiKi? Hope you got good lungs. Let’s go. [Chorus] Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste. Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face. Sit on it, sit on it, watch the way I ride. Got him underwater, yeah, he caught up in the tide. I said breathe— (Breathe!) Yeah, don't you tap out. Hear a little mumble, yeah, I know what that's about. Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste. Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face. [Verse 1] Lookin' at the menu, yeah, you know I’m the dessert. Put me front and center, boy, it's time to put in work. Heavy on the thighs, yeah, I’m heavy on the hips, Got him going crazy when I'm pressing on his lips. I don't need a chair, I got a cushion right here, Whisper how you love it, yeah, I hear it loud and clear. Hands around my waist, yeah, you holding on for life, Different kind of breed, I ain't looking for a wife. I'm looking for a spot to drop it down and make it stick, Clock is ticking, baby, and I’m making it tick. [Chorus] Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste. Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face. Sit on it, sit on it, watch the way I ride. Got him underwater, yeah, he caught up in the tide. I said breathe— (Breathe!) Yeah, don't you tap out. Hear a little mumble, yeah, I know what that's about. Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste. Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face. [Verse 2] Look right up at me, yeah, the view is insane. Ridin' the rhythm like I’m off of the chain. Drippin' in Cartier, skin on skin, I open up the door and I let you right in. You ain't gotta speak, let your tongue do the talkin', Leave him paralyzed, he ain't doing no walkin'. Suffocate the beat, suffocate the room, Drop it on his head while the 808 boom. I’m the heavyweight champ, I’m the one in control, Take a little sip, baby, swallow it whole. [Bridge] (Beat strips down to a slow, menacing heartbeat) Can you handle the weight? Can you handle the pressure? Digging in the dark, yeah, I'm giving you treasure. Don't move. Stay right there. Good boy. [Chorus] Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste. Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face. Sit on it, sit on it, watch the way I ride. Got him underwater, yeah, he caught up in the tide. I said breathe— (Breathe!) Yeah, don't you tap out. Hear a little mumble, yeah, I know what that's about. Sit on it, sit on it, tell me how it taste. Put that pillow down, I’m finna put it on your face. [Outro] (Bass slowly fades with a distorted, echoing synth) Catch your breath. You're gonna need it. It's Carti bitch (End)

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