Gyoza (part. Young Miko)

Hit this fucking [?]

I don’t need a drink to confess
I’ll face the music before my face gives me away

'Cause I wanna hide it but I’m turning red
In bed, a hit, a catchy tune
I tried to think of something else
But, oh shit, babe, you so, oh shit, babe
Uh-uh, so powerful
You got me hot like gyoza
For real, there’s a vibe if it’s not [?] something else
'Cause, oh shit, babe, you so handsome, babe (hey)

Let’s kiki in Miami, dance like hula
Get wild, come on, girl, swimming you like scuba, hey
I’m lost in your body, Bermuda Triangle
You sushi, I roll you in my bed and I eat you raw
With some sauce, you the boss, sun’s out, we didn’t pose
I’m crazy to kiss you till I wipe off your gloss, ah
Baby, you [?], oh my God, come on, get rough
Better I talk to you with my hands till you’re left speechless

I know what you want
Give me a choreography like the ones at E11EVEN
Pink cheeks and you can’t fake it
You don’t have to tell me, with you I’m psychic
I know what you want
Give me a choreography like the ones at E11EVEN
Pink cheeks and you can’t fake it
Baby, I’m here for you 24/7

Uh-uh, you’re turning red
In bed, a hit, a catchy tune
You tried to think of something else
But oh, shit, babe, you so oh, shit, babe
Uh-uh, so powerful
You got me hot like gyoza
For real, there’s a vibe if it’s not [?] something else
'Cause [?], babe, you so–

Pay me like, I want those [?], like I came into this world (yeah)
Like the Atlantic, I feel something deep
I wake up late but I serve you breakfast
No need to talk about love, we don’t talk about [?]
You so smooth, peanut butter (yeah)
Baby rude, there’s no one like you
I want you to touch me like the curl in your hair
Until I need to put ice on it

You don’t even try
On my legs it goes
I don’t ask why, I don’t ask why
I wanna give you all the damage if you take off the D

'Cause I wanna hide it but I’m turning red (mm)
In bed, a hit, a catchy tune
I tried to think of something else (something else)
But oh, shit, babe, you so oh, shit, babe (baby, oh shit)
You wanna hide it but you’re turning red
In bed, a hit, a catchy tune
You tried to think of something else
But, oh shit, babe, you so, oh shit, babe

Mm, mm-mm (oh-oh-oh-oh, uh, uh-uh)
Come on, feelin' lucky
(Uh, uh-uh)
(Uh)
But oh, shit, babe, you so oh, shit, babe
Cool, we can go again from the top
Okay, cool, let’s go