Hands ON Lyrics

Blood flowin' like a river now If she ask for it, she gon' get it now, yeah

She send pics just to tease and that P Got me pushin' like a hundred now

Yeah, lil' mama ain't regular Just to learn how to please your body

It's fillin' my schedule up

Cause I need hands-on experience

With your body, with your body Yeah,

I'm tryna give her that new D

The one that my ex ain't get, yeah The one that my ex probably miss

Ain't nothin' a perc can't fix I nicknamed her backwash

The way that she givin' the spits She say she got kinks and a safe word

And I tell her them lies that I ain't heard And I love it

Baby, I heard that that cat was curious You never experienced this and that

Baby, the last nigga wasn't serious He probably type only hit from the back

He lookin' your eyes, he gon' bust off experience Tonight we gon' try some experiments

Look in my eyes while ingesting my spirit in, might not pull up, but she never get furious

You can't judge a book by its cover But you got them looks, baby

Let's role play, cops and robbers And you be the crook, baby

And your friend the accomplice Look how much I accomplish

Makin' a mess of the bed, gotta wash it Shorty, your beast, she call daddy a monster

If she ask for it, she gon' get it now, yeah

She send pics just to tease And that P got me pushin' like a hundred now

Yeah, lil' mama ain't regular Just to learn how to please your body

It's fillin' my schedule up Cause I need hands-on experience

With your body With your body

Been an adult since I was made for it I've had to learn to be bold and strong

And have an appetite for risk And a thirst for stability

All at the same time, I'm trying It's been a while since I felt

Fuck that bitch cause I'm outside for the night

Yeah, shooter to my left and my right Full circle, that's the way of life

If you wanna ride, book a flight Yeah, can't believe I'm fresh out the box

Gotta put a nigga in a box Heard he disrespecting, now I want his top

Heard his baby mama was a pop Bumpin' Sheff G when I spin the block

Keep a 22 right in my socks See, I had some lessons that I had to learn

And I had some bridges that I had to burn, ayy

Now I'm flyin' private Talkin' stock tips with the pilots

See, niggas gon' hate on the sideline when you ballin

Just remember they fans, though I done fucked your best friend for free, baby

Why would I give you a band hoe? Niggas said I can't go where

Shit, I go anywhere that God go, uh Paparazzi, he gon' see flashes

When that boy hop out his car door

Fuck that bitch cause I'm outside for the night

Yeah, shooter to my left and my right Full circle, that's the way of life

If you wanna ride, book a flight Can't believe I'm fresh out the box

Gotta put a nigga in a box Heard he disrespecting, now I want his