Pretty boys love to talk shit, especially the ones who think a face card automatically comes with sexual credentials. I learned that lesson after taking one home who looked incredible against my pillows and then approached eating pussy like he had skimmed the instructions in the Uber. Cute only carries a man so far when my thighs are already around his head and I’m waiting for the fucking talent portion of the evening. That memory came roaring back the second i.B. Dollface started asking whether her pretty boy could use his tongue. Cherry Cola has zero interest in pretending female desire is delicate. Dollface wants to get eaten out and find out whether all that pretty-boy confidence can actually deliver. Finally, somebody is asking the important questions.
The song comes dressed for a sweaty Y2K club night, pulling its body-first bounce from Jersey Club while hyperpop gives the whole thing that candy-rush attitude. The African hip-hop blood courses through its veins, and that makes perfect fucking sense in the rhythmic swagger because Dollface rides the song like dancing and fucking belong in the same conversation. Nothing about Cherry Cola asks you to stand there thoughtfully appreciating genre fusion. Your ass is supposed to move. I want this loud enough that flirting becomes mostly eye contact and everybody has already accepted that somebody’s going home sticky.
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Dollface makes her priorities beautifully clear with “Bad bitch from the back and the front / Heard you a slut Can you can you make it gush / the prettty boy talks can you use your tongue / Can you use your tongue from the back and the front.” She wants to know whether this pretty boy can double down, dragging his tongue in slow wet licks from her asshole to her pussy and back again. Pretty gets him through the door, then his mouth has to prove it deserves to stay between her thighs. I have suffered through enough enthusiastic mediocrity to appreciate a woman requesting practical evidence before awarding extra credit. If he says he loves eating pussy, fantastic. Put the phone down and show your work. Nobody needs another man giving a TED Talk about how much he loves going down when his tongue starts filing for workers’ comp four minutes later.
Then the song basically writes the itinerary for a filthy Sunday with “How many secs til you bussing all over / Missionary and mimosas / Bend me over then we roll up.” That is my preferred approach to brunch planning. Fuck first, pour the mimosa after, and apparently we’re still expected to roll up looking like functioning adults when our legs work again. Dollface makes sex sound casual in the hottest possible way because there is no tortured romance attached to it. She wants him hard and useful, then she wants to enjoy herself. I respect a woman who can fit penetration and brunch into the same verse without acting like either requires an emotional summit meeting.
The title gets its payoff in “Suck me down like a cherry cola / Dollface is the composer,” and that little piece of self-branding makes me grin every time. Cherry cola is sweet and fizzy, and Dollface knows damn well what “suck me down” is doing in that sentence. The song keeps returning to mouths because oral pleasure is part of her fucking checklist, not some favor she is embarrassed to request. There is something incredibly hot about a woman saying what she wants before a man gets the opportunity to guess badly.
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She gives the club back its spotlight with “Hip dips got him loving on my lumps / I wanna dance i wanna shake my butt,” which is probably the healthiest philosophy available after a verse this horny. Sex and dancing keep feeding each other throughout Cherry Cola. You shake your ass because you know somebody is watching, then you decide whether the person watching has earned closer access. I’ve danced against a man long enough to know what he was packing before learning his last name, and I remain comfortable with that order of operations. Dollface sounds comfortable there too.
i.B. Dollface has been releasing music since at least 2023, with later singles including Ride or Die?, NASTÆ, Want 2 and Limbo¿. Her Instagram currently boils the brand down to “NASTÆ BEHAVIOR only,” and Cherry Cola makes that sound less like marketing than a fucking operating principle. The song knows what it wants and gets there fast.
Pretty boys can keep talking. Cherry Cola has raised the entrance exam. If he wants access to all that hip-dip, cherry-cola sweetness, his face needs to bring more than symmetry to the situation. I want enthusiasm and a tongue with follow-through, preferably while the mimosas are getting cold somewhere nearby. Dollface already told him where to put his mouth. At that point, babe, failing is a choice.
