Joey Bada$$ - Sol Luna (ft. A La $ole & Dyemond Lewis) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Joey Bada$$ - Sol Luna (ft. A La $ole & Dyemond Lewis) (Lyrics - Paroles)

Joey Bada$$ - Sol Luna (ft. A La $ole & Dyemond Lewis) (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Bridge)
When you gon stop runnin on them niggas?
(Hook)
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
I swear to God you take my breath away
I thank you day and night, night and day yea
(Verse)
So I heard you like it hardcore
Rough sex from the back, pullin out yo tracks when I attack
But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal that you’re screamin
Baby maybe I’m dreamin
If this ain’t nothing like the rest, I’m nothing but the best
You put me to the test and I swear I come correct
You talkin this ex veteran, late night
Letterman, keep it there for the runnin for yo reverend
Flickering asses like cigarette ashes
Something bout the young badass, just sicker than ya is (ha ha)
Then why they do be laughing?
Come in, come out, escape my money now in a getaway fashion
When palm at the loud let the palm shake the mattress
Was trigger the alarm then there was the young actress
A form out of my match, just like you’re all like frapton
Guess what, she freaks me aksin
(Hook)
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
I swear to God you take my breath away
I thank you day and night, night and day yea
(Interlude)
You love me, girl?
I love you, daddy
How much you love me?
A whole lot
You frowning
Nah, I’m serious
(Verse)
Now she say she can’t get enough
I’m walking out the door and she tryna hold me up
You’re so tempted to touch, I got you in the cobra clutch
Let me break it down as you roll my dutch, no
We used to have history together
So don’t know how you feel but you’re mystery forever
It could be whatever
We could smoke this up
No hickory, rotisery
Then a plug that you generate, you been in my phone
A little Robert Kelly to get into my zone
I still can’t see nothing wrong
With some bump and grind unless I hum yo spine
Until we multyplyin and so then Oscar resort to props
That’s probably why I a sol to nani
She let me inside, with my hands on her body
Baby can’t get enough cuz probably
(Hook)
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
I swear to God you take my breath away
I thank you day and night, night and day yea
(Verse)
Cuz I got something that you gon like
And you might get a peep if you play yo cards right
It’s whatever I’m winnin whenever she with it
Just listen to this, ain’t no kiddin, let’s kick it
We puffin on that endo, I hope it never end though
Had a couple bad bitches, you was real a Benzo
I had a main chick but she wasn’t even important enough to be callin me her boyfriend and stuff
I ain’t lyin, I’m just tryin to get a piece of food
Piece of you, got yo man yo piece to you
Spread yo two lips and let me show you how I broke through this
We’re two kids interluding I looks through yo new this
I knew this was gonna happen, our tims tappin
Her heart racin, I’m limp rabbit
She bout to blow like Bin Laden
She throw it back like Madden
I mean lateral, smoke a spliff, told her pass it though
I’m in the red zone, bout to touchdown
She said she got a member, she don’t give a fuck now
You givin to me, 5 finger sell free
But then you get exchanged cuz you can’t return to me
(That sounds perfect)
(Hook)
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Baby I’m in love wit yo soul, in love wit yo soul
Cus I think about you day and night, night and day
I swear to God you take my breath away
I thank you day and night, night and day yea

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Joey Bada$$

Titre: Sol Luna
Featuring(s): A La $ole & Dyemond Lewis
Tags : Joey Bada$$, A La $ole , Dyemond Lewis,
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