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young knox - pistols in the sofa lyrics

yeah, do this for my soldiers, warriors in rovers
pistols in my sofa, n-gg-s know i’m on you
pistols in my sofa, one time for the hood, though

b-tch i’m smoking that conservative
swerving with this persian b-tch
she f-ck me till she hurt this d-ck
she hungry so i serve this d-ck on a f-cking platter
getting money isn’t at us
spill his bladder on a pastor
if you f-cking with my cash, bro
b-tches better blow us,
i don’t know you, f-ck her over in the rover
bent her over, life’s a game bro, so i poke her
yeah, these n-gg-s know that i kick that toaster
and all my words are shooting like we play for minnesota
38 up in the rover, b-tch i’m taking this sh-t over
till is 8 to 10 … men with me vacationing
whiskey when you making ends, whitney tried to cage me in
johnny could lie what the f-ck is david …?
got a cage for them and acronyms are blasting in
you half a man, no abdomen, you vegetable and cabernet
i have no sins, i’m at their bin, my b-tch is badder
i smashed her friends, i f-ck one time in a wagon benz
i wear that out like fashion trends
i’m never gonna change but i’m cashing in
flow insane, we go insane, that’s no man’s brains, that’s novocain
we mafia, they watching us through binoculars
we counting cup, we popping up, got that flow b-tch, mop it up
tryina get my dollars up

this b-tches love the rovers, ‘raris and rollsters
pistol in the sofa, do this for my soldiers
bricks up in the nova, we ain’t never sober
we get lots of dough, bro, the b-tches love to blow us
this b-tches love the rovers, ‘raris and rollsters
pistol in the sofa, do this for my soldiers
bricks up in the nova, we ain’t never sober
we get lots of dough, bro, the b-tches love to blow us

i’m number one like derrick rose
y’all lame n-gg-s be sharing clothes
me in this lifestyle be sharing hoes
i’mma show these p-ss-es like sharon stone
ride around with that blue steel, days away from that new deal
shorty off with that blue pill
she a die hard, like bruce will
pistol in that sofa, on that sofa like i’m oprah
b-tch you’re f-cking with a soldier
got your wify sniffing coca
‘raris and them rovers, turn your head and he chose up
half the club getting pulled up ‘cause she know we next to blow up
and i’m repping that a1, ain’t got no love for the fake ones
been giving n-gg-s life, i can take one
since day one, since yay high, had that yey, hoes stay high
blowing haze then grace god, kicks and glocks then gray nods, yeah
f-ck all of them politics, these hollow tips you could swallow d-ck
got a model chick is she howdy thick, make her -ss bounce like an impala switch
i don’t trust n-body, y’all ain’t catch n-bodies
your b-tch ain’t got n-body, them n-gg-s ain’t n-body

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