(Bridge)
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When you gon stop runnin on them niggas?
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(Hook)
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
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I swear to God you take my breath away
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I thank you day and night, night and day yea
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(Verse)
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So I heard you like it hardcore
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Rough sex from the back, pullin out yo tracks when I attack
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But I can¡¯t feel that hardcore appeal that you¡¯re screamin
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Baby maybe I¡¯m dreamin
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If this ain¡¯t nothing like the rest, I¡¯m nothing but the best
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You put me to the test and I swear I come correct
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You talkin this ex veteran, late night
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Letterman, keep it there for the runnin for yo reverend
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Flickering asses like cigarette ashes
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Something bout the young badass, just sicker than ya is (ha ha)
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Then why they do be laughing?
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Come in, come out, escape my money now in a getaway fashion
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When palm at the loud let the palm shake the mattress
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Was trigger the alarm then there was the young actress
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A form out of my match, just like you¡¯re all like frapton
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Guess what, she freaks me aksin
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(Hook)
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
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I swear to God you take my breath away
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I thank you day and night, night and day yea
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(Interlude)
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You love me, girl?
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I love you, daddy
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How much you love me?
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A whole lot
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You frowning
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Nah, I¡¯m serious
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(Verse)
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Now she say she can¡¯t get enough
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I¡¯m walking out the door and she tryna hold me up
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You¡¯re so tempted to touch, I got you in the cobra clutch
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Let me break it down as you roll my dutch, no
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We used to have history together
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So don¡¯t know how you feel but you¡¯re mystery forever
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It could be whatever
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We could smoke this up
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No hickory, rotisery
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Then a plug that you generate, you been in my phone
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A little Robert Kelly to get into my zone
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I still can¡¯t see nothing wrong
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With some bump and grind unless I hum yo spine
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Until we multyplyin and so then Oscar resort to props
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That¡¯s probably why I a sol to nani
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She let me inside, with my hands on her body
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Baby can¡¯t get enough cuz probably
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(Hook)
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
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I swear to God you take my breath away
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I thank you day and night, night and day yea
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(Verse)
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Cuz I got something that you gon like
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And you might get a peep if you play yo cards right
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It¡¯s whatever I¡¯m winnin whenever she with it
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Just listen to this, ain¡¯t no kiddin, let¡¯s kick it
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We puffin on that endo, I hope it never end though
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Had a couple bad bitches, you was real a Benzo
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I had a main chick but she wasn¡¯t even important enough to be callin me her boyfriend and stuff
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I ain¡¯t lyin, I¡¯m just tryin to get a piece of food
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Piece of you, got yo man yo piece to you
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Spread yo two lips and let me show you how I broke through this
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We¡¯re two kids interluding I looks through yo new this
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I knew this was gonna happen, our tims tappin
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Her heart racin, I¡¯m limp rabbit
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She bout to blow like Bin Laden
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She throw it back like Madden
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I mean lateral, smoke a spliff, told her pass it though
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I¡¯m in the red zone, bout to touchdown
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She said she got a member, she don¡¯t give a fuck now
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You givin to me, 5 finger sell free
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But then you get exchanged cuz you can¡¯t return to me
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(That sounds perfect)
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(Hook)
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Baby I¡¯m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
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Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
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I swear to God you take my breath away
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I thank you day and night, night and day yea
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Sol Luna
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| Joey Badass |
