Sofa

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Sit right here is what I told her
 I feel the liquor taking over
 She got her legs wrapped 'round my shoulders
 She turned my face into a sofa
 Roses are red, violets are blue
 I get off at two, then I'm coming thru
 Got so little time, got so much to do
 So many positions, girl which one to choose?
 You can ride that cowgirl, you can ride that surfboard
 Up in it for so long I pay rent like a landlord
 My fragrance by Versace, hers by Chanel
 Baby got a donkey, so Imma pin the tail
 Hol' up
 Enough with the talking, it's time for some licking
 When I get the sticking you gon' be dr-drippin'
 Girl I'm a dog, I'm gon' eat that kitty
 Much puncture a lung, might rupture a kindey
 Suit and tie on, you gon' get this business
 You've been a bad girl, so come get these whippings
 Your screams got the neighbors suspicious
 Your forbidden fruit taste delicious
 This dick ain't a given
 This dick is a gift and a privilege
 Mile high, be your sky captain
 When you're climaxing
 Mayday, I'm going down
 If I drown Imma die happy
 Sit right here is what I told her
 I feel the liquor taking over
 She got her legs wrapped 'round my shoulders
 She turned my face into a sofa
 Girl stay right there hold that camera still
 Come sit on my grill call it Netflix and chill
 Four in the morning when shit got too real
 Her hands on my jimmy, I gave her that steel
 Going so hard like I just popped a pill
 Put me on death row and you'd be my last meal
 Sun coming up and you're still in my bed
 First meal of the day, call it breakfast n head
 Girl you look good in a beater and boy shorts
 Now girl bite that pillow and scream till your voice hoarse
 Girl you look good in sweatpants and house shoes
 Now girl go down low and show me what that mouth do
 She sent me a text said "last night was amazing"
 I sent her one back and said "girl you so tasty"
 Need dope dick, you know I'm the plug
 Have designer sex on designer drugs
 Would hesitate to say I'm in love
 But it's a couple things you remind me of
 You remind me of my Benz
 I wanna ride it
 You remind me of my Card
 I won't decline it
 She turned my face into a seat
 Sit back and get comfy
 She turned my face into a couch
 Imma make you love me
 Sit right here is what I told her
 I feel the liquor taking over
 She got her legs wrapped 'round my shoulders
 She turned my face into a sofa

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Duration
04:48
Key
10
Tempo
128 BPM

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