Sol Luna Lyrics - Singles - Pro Era

[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 bitches 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 fuck now 

You givin' it to me five finger sale free 

But then you'll get exchanged cause you can't return to me 

[Hook]