Sofa, Pt. 2 Songtext
von Troy Cakeman
Sofa, Pt. 2 Songtext
She climb on top, ride me like the autobahn
No worries, fret not, I won′t make you wait too long
4 am on the dot, I'm still going strong
And you know, you know, this your favorite song
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
Fell in love with bad boy
Know a bad boy be your last choice
Kiss between your thighs now your ass moist
Ain′t no half steppin call me Ash Ketchum, I'll turn your squirtle to a blastoise
Started off strangers, spotted you from a distance
Something felt different
Maybe I'm trippin
Or the liquor I′m sippin, got me having visions
Of a fairytale ending
Turn my face to a sofa, Turn my bed to a kitchen
I was fed-up with women
Probably poisoned by the pimpin
Won′t give the specifics
Love Exotic positions, exotic women and exotic dishes
Pussy finger licking, I ain't bullshittin
Gave her good D like Scottie Pippen
Imma dive in it, shit I think I′m drowning
Think the neighbors heard, I told her be quiet
Swim between thighs into my favorite island
You deserve a Grammy Emmy Oscar & a Heisman
God Damn
She climb on top, ride me like the autobahn
No worries, fret not, I won't make you wait too long
4 am on the dot, I′m still going strong
And you know, you know, this your favorite song
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
Fuck a we man you need a Heman
Making love on the beach sand
No itinerary, don't need plans
You the prototype word to three grand
If loving you is wrong then I′ll be damned
No shirt, no bra, Hell Na, don't need panties
Hit it from the back, to back to back to back to back to back to back, that's a Stuttering Stanley
Never leave you alone no Orphan Annie
Kissing on your breast & gripping on your fanny
Fuck a Instagram, that na not yo man, you need a macho man, girl I think I′m Randy
I′m about that action, you'll see what I′m packing
I'm never slacking & I′m never lacking
We can make a movie but I'm never acting
Need satisfaction I′m like Michael Jackson
Hell yea, Hit her with that smooth talking
She hop on top & ride it backwards, whatcha call that? Moonwalking
She climb on top, ride me like the autobahn
No worries, fret not, I won't make you wait too long
4 am on the dot, I'm still going strong
And you know, you know, this your favorite song
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
No worries, fret not, I won′t make you wait too long
4 am on the dot, I'm still going strong
And you know, you know, this your favorite song
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
Fell in love with bad boy
Know a bad boy be your last choice
Kiss between your thighs now your ass moist
Ain′t no half steppin call me Ash Ketchum, I'll turn your squirtle to a blastoise
Started off strangers, spotted you from a distance
Something felt different
Maybe I'm trippin
Or the liquor I′m sippin, got me having visions
Of a fairytale ending
Turn my face to a sofa, Turn my bed to a kitchen
I was fed-up with women
Probably poisoned by the pimpin
Won′t give the specifics
Love Exotic positions, exotic women and exotic dishes
Pussy finger licking, I ain't bullshittin
Gave her good D like Scottie Pippen
Imma dive in it, shit I think I′m drowning
Think the neighbors heard, I told her be quiet
Swim between thighs into my favorite island
You deserve a Grammy Emmy Oscar & a Heisman
God Damn
She climb on top, ride me like the autobahn
No worries, fret not, I won't make you wait too long
4 am on the dot, I′m still going strong
And you know, you know, this your favorite song
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
Fuck a we man you need a Heman
Making love on the beach sand
No itinerary, don't need plans
You the prototype word to three grand
If loving you is wrong then I′ll be damned
No shirt, no bra, Hell Na, don't need panties
Hit it from the back, to back to back to back to back to back to back, that's a Stuttering Stanley
Never leave you alone no Orphan Annie
Kissing on your breast & gripping on your fanny
Fuck a Instagram, that na not yo man, you need a macho man, girl I think I′m Randy
I′m about that action, you'll see what I′m packing
I'm never slacking & I′m never lacking
We can make a movie but I'm never acting
Need satisfaction I′m like Michael Jackson
Hell yea, Hit her with that smooth talking
She hop on top & ride it backwards, whatcha call that? Moonwalking
She climb on top, ride me like the autobahn
No worries, fret not, I won't make you wait too long
4 am on the dot, I'm still going strong
And you know, you know, this your favorite song
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
Writer(s): Dimitri Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
