Want Your Soul

I want your motherfuckin' soul when I dig in your guts
I want my thumb and booty whole, is you fuckin' or what
I'm gon' get some business ladies, but I know they some sluts
I'm a quarterback, get behind her, stick it in before hut
I'm a savage, I don't talk that much, I know she love that shit
Middle fingers up everywhere I go, so fuck the government
Fill your head with bullshit, that's all you gon' get
Fill your mouth with bullshit, that's all you gon' spit
What is real, I don't know a bitch, I want your soul
What is real, I don't know a bitch, I want some more
Come get killed, I do landscaping, you gon' get your ass mowed
You for real, yo bitch like candy, if I pop up, she gon' blow
I want your soul, feelin' like the Reaper today
I want your soul, need a bitch taste like Cheesecake
I want your soul, so you fuck with me, I'ma take it
Everything is exotic nigga, why the fuck would I live like Basic
I want a bitch soul I get it cause she won't mine too
I got a lit vibe, I be peaceful when I'm mobbin' too
I want your soul, I want your soul, I want your soul
I want your soul, I want your soul, I want your soul
You ain't gon' get far, fuckin' with a mob, nigga
You ain't gon' live long, fuckin' with a Godly, nigga
You wanna play with us, well gone ' show your facade, nigga
I got some bullets, ready to hit you through your car, nigga
Im ready to do whatever my life, livin' large, nigga
It's triple M triple L, nigga, play we rob you, nigga
I got the sixes on me for eternity, it's on my face
I got some sixes with me, hit your ass straight in your face
No case, nigga, what you wanna say
KO, Is the man, I'm pullin' up with a fuckin' plan
Every day I pull up I'm dapper Dan, I'm bouta pull up dabbing again
I'm dabblin', man, I'm bouta show your bitch I want her friend
I'm bouta show your bitch come on again

I want your soul, baby



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Writer(s): Marquis Jones
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