Lyrics Hands On - Bobby Lyle

Hands On

See
Me and my girls having problems
I need the time to breathe…
So I headed to club
Straight to the VIP, hmm
Shoulda seen little mama
Reppin em Fendi Jeans
And them Christian Dior, lookin kinda good on her feet
She got me like
I had a couple drinks to me
Shorty talkin shhhh to me
But that’s not what I came here for
So I make my way to the door
I try leave the club
But I can’t because… shorty got her hands on me
I said I really need to go
But she’s like no… shorty got her hands on me
She trains so hard to temp me
And she keep going when she go and get me
Next thing I know, she grabbin on me (Shorty got her hands on me)
She all up on my head like don’t leave… don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave
Shorty got her hands on me…
She got perfect timin'
More than that she’s a perfect diamond
The situations got me blinded
Cause I gotta girl at home… ohhhh
Now she all on my ear with it…
Damn the way she drop it down low
Can she pick it up real slow
Body really outta control… damn
She got me like… ohhh
I really need to leave now
She grabbin on me…
And she ain’t what I came here for…
But she got me open like a door…
I tryna leave the club
But I can’t because… shorty got her hands on me
I said I really need to go
But she’s like no… shorty got her hands on me
She trains so hard to temp me
And she keep going when she go and get me
Next thing I know, she grabbin on me (shorty got her hands on me)
She all up on my head like don’t leave… don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave
Shorty got her hands on me…
I’m sorry but I gotta girl at home…
She hands all on me ain’t makin it hard to leave…
Cause your body smells so good, you just my type…
I wanna take you home, but girl I gotta goooooooo ohhhhhhhhh