Wiz Khalifa - Soulmate lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa - Soulmate lyrics]
Taylor Gang or Die fFC
Crowd Cloud heavy Hustle
Laugh rostrum Records
Yeah me
Big money, small money
Short money, tall money
Soon after we locked eyes
I had a vision of me inside
I stimulate your mind and give your
Body everything that it wants
Private school her whole life
Got an infatuation with being bad
You take her out to shop
To spend it all cause she
Don't see those tags
I get deep inside her soul though
If she was a guitar I'd treat her like a solo
And put my fingers through your hair
And last night was amazing I can honestly say
That you the best I ever had
And you don't remember cause
You weren't even there but your soul was
Keep going
Just just catch up with the next one
Ay ay Ay
Ay
We don't make love I touch
Your soul girl laugh
She don't party where the rest go
You need to be able to let your
Hair down so you can feel good
Here you can buy your own
Drinks, drive your own car
Purchase the Louis bags on your own
Her parents money long but since she
Grown she'd rather spend yours
I get deep inside her soul though
Go into the drag and beat it like I'm bolo
Until you think it's to much
And even though now you figuring out
How or what we shouldn't did
To your friends you'll admit that
We had fun okay
Ay Ay ay Ay
Let's ride to the gate so
You can meet the man
Call me Peter Pan I'mma take
You to never never land
When your all dried up here's an
Ocean to wet the sand
Of course I'mma see what's
Good with your physical
I'm relighting in the dark to her
Lock I got the key
And niggas down to get a copy damn
How does it feel this great
When your not even here
And you climax with the thought of me
That mean we gotta be
Crowd Cloud heavy Hustle
Laugh rostrum Records
Yeah me
Big money, small money
Short money, tall money
Soon after we locked eyes
I had a vision of me inside
I stimulate your mind and give your
Body everything that it wants
Private school her whole life
Got an infatuation with being bad
You take her out to shop
To spend it all cause she
Don't see those tags
I get deep inside her soul though
If she was a guitar I'd treat her like a solo
And put my fingers through your hair
And last night was amazing I can honestly say
That you the best I ever had
And you don't remember cause
You weren't even there but your soul was
Keep going
Just just catch up with the next one
Ay ay Ay
Ay
We don't make love I touch
Your soul girl laugh
She don't party where the rest go
You need to be able to let your
Hair down so you can feel good
Here you can buy your own
Drinks, drive your own car
Purchase the Louis bags on your own
Her parents money long but since she
Grown she'd rather spend yours
I get deep inside her soul though
Go into the drag and beat it like I'm bolo
Until you think it's to much
And even though now you figuring out
How or what we shouldn't did
To your friends you'll admit that
We had fun okay
Ay Ay ay Ay
Let's ride to the gate so
You can meet the man
Call me Peter Pan I'mma take
You to never never land
When your all dried up here's an
Ocean to wet the sand
Of course I'mma see what's
Good with your physical
I'm relighting in the dark to her
Lock I got the key
And niggas down to get a copy damn
How does it feel this great
When your not even here
And you climax with the thought of me
That mean we gotta be