5555 (feat. Adrï)

5555 Five fifty fifty five My freaky freaky vibe Really might make you vibrate Spinning my plate When them hips gyrate Need a bite and a scoop, handful, and a taste Spirit get heavy But my Earhart race Moment real potent So I say why wait In a different mind state You let go, I find it She's the vice I chase Fluent body language, what her eyesight say Give the kid cudi, could he night and day Are you down for this Christian grey You could have it in your hand, you gon miss thang And that leg gon stank She ain't even worried bout the bank Vibe real dreamy, air bending like aang She laughing, and I moving her aside her bangs Let me see them thangs Get it lost in it babe I Get lost in you Get lost in you I Get lost in you Get lost in you I Get lost in you Get lost in you I get lost in you In you In you Are you woke no Folgers Got this kundalini, and a back like a cobra Need em real thick, real talented like Doja F*ck me with role up my Doja Lady, a freak and a soldier Really tryna live by a coda Real solid, pinky toe up to my shoulder All her friends, and lovers they was born in October So of course I can come over Real strong, real present She just wanna real feel sumn, so I hold her down She be getting all excited, tryna wiggle round Gentle touch is a rush, and she trickle down Face painting, you belong in the MOMA We're just in, the moment If I make it hurt do I own it Buss that ass, do my heart buss open I Get lost in you Get lost in you I Get lost in you Get lost in you I Get lost in you Get lost in you I get lost in you In you In you