HOOK Snatch his soul, give it back never— Do it so good he forgets his tether. One lil’ taste and he gone forever, Baby, I break men just for pleasure. Snatch his soul, give it back never— Ride too wild, gotta grip the leather. He ain’t built for a boss endeavor, I’m too much storm for fair-weather. VERSE 1 He thought he could handle it—boy, please stop. One lil’ bounce and his jaw damn dropped. I ride too good, make a grown man pop, Make him tap out like a wrestling flop. Pretty lil’ demon with a holy face, Pussy like magic, change your pace. One wrong step and you lose your place— I ruin men with a certain grace. HOOK Snatch his soul… (repeat) VERSE 2 Put him on mute when I take control, Make him forget every plan and goal. He don’t stand a chance when I take that role— I’m a whole addiction without parole. He begging, sweating, losing breath, Caught in the spell like he facing death. But this that pleasure-stealing theft— Soul in my pocket, I own what’s left.
