Fuck Your Soul de Paris Wells

I know a thing or two about trust and admiration baby
Being down and out and lost in jealousy
But bitch you need to chill that shit out
Cause that girl's just not me

I put away my flirt
To hang out with your man
Left the big pants on
Left the dress on the hang

An toned the lipstick down
But i'm still in the red
Cause you think i'm trying to bunk up in your bed
I wont lay a finger on but

I could fuck your soul up

He always calls you back
Nothing on the side
Complementing you in public doesn't mess his pride
And its not like i care
Sugar you cant see
All this whining is just making you bad company
Hold up - its all in your mind but

I could fuck your soul up

An i said wait up
Shake it shake it shake it shake it

I could fuck your soul up

Now he dont lie
Gives no stress to you
And you rely
On some things not true
And i know the feeling girl
I've been there before
So all your crap and panic attacks
I'm choosing to ignore

I put away my flirt
To hang out with your man
Left the big pants on
Left the dress on the hang

So he's left you now
You dont have me to blame
And all your bitching about me
Putting out that flame
I might have some fun with this but

I could fuck your soul up

So does he like my kicks
And help me choose my jeans
If i was pulling tricks
It would make your conscious clean
From all that shit you say
He chooses what to hear
Jealousy's a mother fucker
And its all between your ears so
Wait up - i wont lay a finger on but

I could fuck your soul up

And i said - hold up its all in your mind but

I could fuck your soul up

And i said wait up

Shake it shake it shake it shake it

I could fuck your soul