Lust Demons by Ab-soul
[Intro: BJ the Chicago Kid (and Ab-Soul)]
Your body's calling
Your body's calling
(Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that)
Your body's calling
Your body's calling
(Me) Your body's calling
Your body's calling
(Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that)
Your body's calling
Your body's calling me
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Alright, I know what you like, I know what you want
I know what you need, I know how to put you out your
misery
A-B (dash) S-o-u-l
Infinity when it comes to the possibilities
Anytime you're in my vicinity
And I'll beat it, yeah I'll beat it up, yeah I'll beat
it up
Just like it's my enemy, all night
I can't resist, I need it like my pancreas
If you dismiss and no give me kiss kiss, it'll be hard
digesting it
Gimme some of that, gimme some of that
That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Back it up til a nigga say that's enough
Mirror on the ceiling, everything looking up
Sweetie, I'm trying to get it in like a suite key
Your skin like sweet tea, I need thee
Look sweet thing, you remind me of my jeep, your body's
calling
She got work but I think she finna call in, cause I'm
all in that thang
And she probably think I'm in love the way I'm falling
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