Hell of a life, how did I deserve to wake up next to you?
Put it all in the booth, yeah
Heard what ya mama said, you my muse
And I know all them bitches talking, but I am not amused
Nicotine inside my body, I know you don't like it
Just lift ya legs up, baby don't fight it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
So what? Bitches got opinions, ask me, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, I'm yatted like graffiti
Bitch, I'm yatted like I'm punk, but could never be a punk
Bitch, you finer than the f*ck
Bitch, some fine shit, some fine shit
Only want to go if you with me in the function
And we be swiping cards across the city we got the motion
And she always knew how to do it, she gon' get into motion
She is not a house wife, she want to go get it when she want it
Legs up, hands down, bitch don't touch me while I'm f*cking you
Only want you rubbing me, don't push me off
Cannabis inside my body, I know you don't like it
When I'm inside of yo' body don't fight it
You turn me up on a Tuesday like it's Friday
You look inside my eyes and ask me if I'm high, bitch I might be
You got a problem, I'ma solve it, I'ma doctor-psychiatrist
You want me deep inside ya body, I can tell that you like it (Like it, like it)
So what? Bitches got opinions, ask me, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, I'm yatted like graffiti
Bitch, I'm yatted like I'm punk, but could never be a punk
Bitch, you finer than the f*ck
Bitch, some fine shit, some fine shit
Hell of a life, how did I deserve to wake up next to you?
Put it all in the booth, yeah
Heard what ya mama said, you my muse
And I know all them bitches talking, but I am not amused
Nicotine inside my body, I know you don't like it
Just lift ya legs up, baby don't fight it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Legs up, hands down, bitch don't touch me while I'm f*cking you
Only want you rubbing me, don't push me off
Cannabis inside my body, I know you don't like it
When I'm inside of yo' body don't fight it
Only want to go if you with me in the function
And we be swiping cards across the city we got the motion
And she always knew how to do it, she gon' get into motion
She is not a house wife, she want to go get it when she want it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Rugrat Nie - Soul Into You Lyrics
Rugrat Nie - Soul Into You Lyrics
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Hell of a life, how did I deserve to wake up next to you?
Put it all in the booth, yeah
Heard what ya mama said, you my muse
And I know all them bitches talking, but I am not amused
Nicotine inside my body, I know you don't like it
Just lift ya legs up, baby don't fight it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
So what? Bitches got opinions, ask me, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, I'm yatted like graffiti
Bitch, I'm yatted like I'm punk, but could never be a punk
Bitch, you finer than the f*ck
Bitch, some fine shit, some fine shit
Only want to go if you with me in the function
And we be swiping cards across the city we got the motion
And she always knew how to do it, she gon' get into motion
She is not a house wife, she want to go get it when she want it
Legs up, hands down, bitch don't touch me while I'm f*cking you
Only want you rubbing me, don't push me off
Cannabis inside my body, I know you don't like it
When I'm inside of yo' body don't fight it
You turn me up on a Tuesday like it's Friday
You look inside my eyes and ask me if I'm high, bitch I might be
You got a problem, I'ma solve it, I'ma doctor-psychiatrist
You want me deep inside ya body, I can tell that you like it (Like it, like it)
So what? Bitches got opinions, ask me, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, I'm yatted like graffiti
Bitch, I'm yatted like I'm punk, but could never be a punk
Bitch, you finer than the f*ck
Bitch, some fine shit, some fine shit
Hell of a life, how did I deserve to wake up next to you?
Put it all in the booth, yeah
Heard what ya mama said, you my muse
And I know all them bitches talking, but I am not amused
Nicotine inside my body, I know you don't like it
Just lift ya legs up, baby don't fight it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Legs up, hands down, bitch don't touch me while I'm f*cking you
Only want you rubbing me, don't push me off
Cannabis inside my body, I know you don't like it
When I'm inside of yo' body don't fight it
Only want to go if you with me in the function
And we be swiping cards across the city we got the motion
And she always knew how to do it, she gon' get into motion
She is not a house wife, she want to go get it when she want it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Put it all in the booth, yeah
Heard what ya mama said, you my muse
And I know all them bitches talking, but I am not amused
Nicotine inside my body, I know you don't like it
Just lift ya legs up, baby don't fight it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
So what? Bitches got opinions, ask me, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, I'm yatted like graffiti
Bitch, I'm yatted like I'm punk, but could never be a punk
Bitch, you finer than the f*ck
Bitch, some fine shit, some fine shit
Only want to go if you with me in the function
And we be swiping cards across the city we got the motion
And she always knew how to do it, she gon' get into motion
She is not a house wife, she want to go get it when she want it
Legs up, hands down, bitch don't touch me while I'm f*cking you
Only want you rubbing me, don't push me off
Cannabis inside my body, I know you don't like it
When I'm inside of yo' body don't fight it
You turn me up on a Tuesday like it's Friday
You look inside my eyes and ask me if I'm high, bitch I might be
You got a problem, I'ma solve it, I'ma doctor-psychiatrist
You want me deep inside ya body, I can tell that you like it (Like it, like it)
So what? Bitches got opinions, ask me, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, I'm yatted like graffiti
Bitch, I'm yatted like I'm punk, but could never be a punk
Bitch, you finer than the f*ck
Bitch, some fine shit, some fine shit
Hell of a life, how did I deserve to wake up next to you?
Put it all in the booth, yeah
Heard what ya mama said, you my muse
And I know all them bitches talking, but I am not amused
Nicotine inside my body, I know you don't like it
Just lift ya legs up, baby don't fight it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Legs up, hands down, bitch don't touch me while I'm f*cking you
Only want you rubbing me, don't push me off
Cannabis inside my body, I know you don't like it
When I'm inside of yo' body don't fight it
Only want to go if you with me in the function
And we be swiping cards across the city we got the motion
And she always knew how to do it, she gon' get into motion
She is not a house wife, she want to go get it when she want it
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul into you
Writer: Aniyah Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid