Under Covers Lyrics

We be under covers but don’t hold hands

She’ll do every dance but don’t pole dance

From what I can tell she with the program

Slow jams slow glance with no romance

I can’t be your whole man

We be under covers but don’t hold hands

Shea do every dance but don’t pole dance

From what I can tell she with the program

Slow jams slow glance with no romance

I could be your homie though, put you on some shit

You liking what I show, I’m liking what you did

Lights real low, but we both lit

Trips to the store for the same old shit

Think I need a swisher and trojan dispenser in my own crib

Way I smoke shit, way I throw dick

Have her floatin’, I be goin

With the motions, waves strokin’

Laid open, take it slow yeah

Like a profess, inal

We could do this with your friend and all

No Fentanyl, my body numb

No cares at all, I gotta run

I’m tearin’ off soon as I cum

Love me in short spans

I don’t take no xans

And try to remember what I can

We be under covers but don’t hold hands

She’ll do every dance but don’t pole dance

From what I can tell she with the program

Slow jams slow glance with no romance

I can’t be your whole man

We be under covers but don’t hold hands

Shea do every dance but don’t pole dance

From what I can tell she with the program

Slow jams slow glance with no romance

She with no pants, got a whole stash

On some hold that, if you will

Long hair like a wizard, and I’m feelin’ like I’m Beal

I might hit it gentle, I might go in for the kill

Hit it a hot minute, I ain’t needin’ for a pill

If I’m off a perky, we gone have to call your friend for real

Im gone hit her with the gavel and she gone ask for appeal

I just hit her with banana now she gone ask for a peel

Sorry get off my mothafuckin’ mental with this shit

Yeah, very expensive with this shit

Got the yeah, yeah, yeah with this shit

And all you get is no

Damn that’s so hoe

I’m on top of my shit right now

I don’t see how y’all get round

The kid like I won’t hit your bitch without a rubber

Like I won’t make your bitch a mother

Well I might not cause that bitch ugly

God damn y’all don’t know what it is

But I’m finna show you, I’m finna show you