Sol Luna-Joey Bada$$/A La $ole/Dyemond Lewis

[Hook: Dyemond Lewis] Maybe im in love with your soul, in love with your soul Maybe im in love with your soul, in love with your soul Cause i think about you day and night, night and day I swear to god you take my breath away [Verse 1 : Joey Badass] So I heard you like it hardcore Rough sex from the back Pullin' out your tracks when I attack But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you screamin' Baby maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't nothing like the rest im nothin' but the best You put me to the test and i swear i come correct You talkin' to the sex veteran late night let 'em in Keep it there for the runnin' for your reverand Flickerin' ashes like cigarette ashes And about the young badasses Sick of their asses (Ha Ha) Then why they do be laughin' Come here come out escape im runnin' out in a getaway fashion One palm at the loud hit the palm strike the matches We [stricter] than your norm that rose to young actress Out from under my matress [?] rappin' Guess what she greets me askin'? [Hook] [Verse 2] Now she say she can't get enough Im walkin' out the door and she tryna hold me up Just so to t-t-t-touch i got you in a cobra clutch Let me break it down as you roll my dutch We use to have history together So dunno how you feel but you're mystery forever It could be whatever we could smoke 'dis up No hickory rotisserie dinner Plug they auxiliary up in to my phone A little Robert Kelly to get into my zone I still can't see nothin' wrong With some bump and grind unless I hump your spine Untill we multiplyin' [?] resort to crimes That's partly why I assault the 'nani She love me inside with my hands on her body Baby can't get enough because probably [Hook] [Bridge] Because i got something that you gonn' like And you might get a peek if you play your cards right It's whatever im winnin' whenever she winnin' Just listen to 'dis yeah no kiddin lets kick it [Verse 3: A La $ole] We puffin' on that endo I hope it never end though Had a couple bad b**ches you was with lorenzo I had the main chick but she wasn't even important enough To be callin' me her boyfriend and stuff I ain't lyin' im just tryna get a piece of food Piece of you got your man sayin' piece of you Spread your two lips and let me show you how a pro do 'dis We two kids interluding [?] I knew 'dis was gonna happen our timbs tappin' Her heart racin' im limb grabbin' She 'bout to blow like Bin Laden She throw it back like Madden I mean laterals spark a spliff tell her pass the dough Im in the red zone about to touch down She said she got a man but she dont give a f**k now You givin' it to me five finger sale free But then you'll get exchanged cause you can't return to me [Hook]