How Your Hands Feel

Guy I can't get rid of at my place
Maybe we should just do it at your place, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tried to tell him lick it, he not like you
So why bother showin' him what I do? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pick up the pace
Just ride 'cause it's not a race
You said that you like a chase
I do not chase
I'll leave that shit to what's bad for me, luckily, you are the face
I never taste
And I know that you like the tastе
That's how I know you have taste
Yeah, yеah, mm, mm, mm

You say my side is beside myself
But that's where I'm at, yeah, yeah
If you can't show me what's good tonight
Then what's good with someone else?
I try to forget

How your hands feel (my heart)
How your hands feel (and it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
How your hands feel (my heart)
How your hands feel (and it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
'Cause he can't do it like that

Guy I can't get rid of in my face
He know what he like but I don't waste, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He love to tell a bitch what he be on
'Til I say a face is what I be on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pick up the pace
Just ride 'cause it's not a race
He said that it's not the case
Shit, what's the case? Don't like my way
Best use your words 'cause if you don't then you'll be replaced
(Nothin' to say) okay, then back to my way
And I'm on my way to his place
Luckily, he likes the taste and I like someone with his taste, yeah, yeah

You said my side is beside myself
But that's where I'm at, yeah, yeah (oh)
If you can't show me what's good tonight
Then what's good with someone else?
I try to forget

How your hands feel (my heart)
How your hands feel (and it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
How your hands feel (my heart)
How your hands feel (and it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad)
'Cause he can't do it like that
Oh-oh-oh, 'cause he can't do it like that



Credits
Writer(s): Krystin Landryn Watkins, Parrish Warrington, Diederik Van Elsas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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