Lyrics: Randall Collins/Marco Cruz/Carl Mitchell/Joshua Kirksy
Music: Pierre DeJournette/ksenia Plastinina/Neil Blanco
Can I give you what you need?
I know that you miss it.
They can't eat it like I hate it.
No.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Hey, turn her lights on.
Make a see I know you can't wait for my tongue to go La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, You can see the revelation of us when you look at the Genesis.
Our compatibility, Your chemistry said we was meant for this.
Palms, holding on to both sides of a booty, like they were parenthesis.
Making a hypon no gas, I'm but only licking is the emphasis.
I am the fellow.
New Ferrari yellow.
True.
If she want me dead, then I tell her I'm coming. Where you are hello.
Put my tongue in a roller, then I'm a go, la, la, like I was Carmelo.
At first you was stepping on the dick is releasing your tension, and now you are Jell-O. Start off the engine.
Then I put my face up in the light.
Tongue is automatic, like, sex to put it straight to sleep line.
Then right before I get on top of a, I do like no other.
I'm a get below of her.
I'm a lick a low lover.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Don't be frustrated.
Save all your energy.
You gonna need it later.
Yeah.
Come on, come on.
All night, no sleep. 12th play Show the sea.
No, you can't wait for my tongue too.
It's your spot.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Ready?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la