Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wash Your Hands, artist - JJ DOOM.
Date of issue: 19.08.2012
Song language: English
Wash Your Hands |
What I’m a tell you what to do with your hands for? |
Much less your dirty ass shoes on the dance floor? |
What a poor slob |
Ain’t wash his hands after peein' wound up touched the doorknob |
What’s your job at the pool party? |
Drunk dude’s spittin' up, earlin', droolin', snotty |
Ooh, she got a cool body, ooh, she got a cool body, yup |
Bet you wouldn’t say that hour ago |
When she applied the itch cream to her camel toe |
Shoulda kept her limpin' ass home |
Santa Marta’s dangerous as those who’s glass chrome |
Even worse, it’s the gift that keep givin' |
Depends on after how many sleeps ya keep livin' |
Come on G! |
It’s only me |
Tryna stay from bein' sick. |
Why I gotta be OCD? |
Well, wash my balls and detour |
Or leap from 30,000 feet on a free fall |
You so fine sista' |
What I gotta do to get your bovine visna? |
Niggas draw heat |
Up in the club a why ya stink of raw meat |
I’m just sayin', wash ya hands fam' |
Before ya put your nasty thumbs in her underpants, damn |
You like the way she shake her back area? |
It’s like a sex machine that make bacteria |
Now that’s a real funny business |
Mad raw filthy fingers stickin' dirty money in it |
Shit, before I get to stabbin' it |
At least know her habits and what’s in her medicine cabinet |
Villain brings his own mug to the bar |
And wore gloves till he go back to the car |
Hey! |
Don’t get cracked in the jaw |
We tried to bring an end to the black on black war |
The real enemy is microscopic |
There go they Trojan horse, you talkin' bout «drop it» |
All them top models |
Wanna come over here, chillin', pop bottles |
Fine, I take mine to the dome |
You could get your own and take ya funky ass home |