Hands Up

Nah, to be honest witcha
I ain't tryna really fuck.
I aint tryna do all that extra shit, ya know?
If it's cool witchu. If we got enough time.
Let me see what that mouth, that cap talkin bout. Ya know what I mean?
No disrespect, of course

This may come out random
Don't care if your man come
Swear he won't start saying something
That's something I plan on
She that I'm handsome
Rather throw my mans on her
Baby keep your pants up
Suck it witcho hands up, yeah yeah
I just want the neck
(I just want the neck)
Baby you can keep the sex
(You can keep the sex)
I just want the cap
(I just want the cap)

You can keep the rest of that, yeah

I just want the cap
She just want the cash
Put that on my tab
She want the fun to last
She took her tongue and ass
She put that on my abs
I put that on my dad
That pussy, you can have
I'm super straight
I cruise through late to screw her face
Back to my place. Recuperate, yeah
Didn't wanna take you down, no
But you might persuade me to stick
Do I need to pack a poncho?
Tell me how wet you can get
I see nice tings, yeah
Can't be wifey, no
She say I taste just like
Icees, ice cream bowls
I seize my Pringle's
That mean I'm collecting my chips, yeah
Ain't talking no wrestling shit, but
You play with my check, Ima flip
Y'all jabroni
She just want me, hop right on it when she lonely
But that lil monkey might be funky. I'm straight on it

She just want some plans for us.
Think I got the answer. Suck it witcho hands up

This may come out random
Don't care if your man come
Swear he won't start saying something
That's something I plan on
She that I'm handsome
Rather throw my mans on her
Baby keep your pants up
Suck it witcho hands up, yeah yeah
I just want the neck
(I just want the neck)
Baby you can keep the sex
(You can keep the sex)
I just want the cap
(I just want the cap)
You can keep the rest of that, yeah
Yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Cameron Ferguson
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