Lust Demons Ab-Soul (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid & Jay Rock)

[Intro: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Your body's calling, your body's calling me
(Give me some of that, give me some of that, that)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
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 up, 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 digestin' it
Give me some of that, give me 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 lookin' up
Sweetie, I'm tryna 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 callin'
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 fallin' in that thang, Soulo!