| Babe uh, yeah!
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| Girl, you my only one though aight, haha
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| You my baby, fuck all that shit
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| You’re the one for me Check it out.
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| Baby I’m feeling the feelings you giving, I’m feelin your style
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| And I’m willing to let my guard down to figure you out
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| I’m picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling
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| Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands
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| Cause the vibe you giving me now
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| Feels like I’m an innocent child
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| Sinning is never tempting when other womens around
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| Hands down, this is my vow
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| I never heard a moan sound so profound
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| When a nigga’s digging you out, phone rings
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| You cuss them motherfuckers out, quit calling the house!
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| If I call, you’re in route
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| There’s a drought, you look out
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| I’m on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze
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| Please believe I ain’t scared of commitment
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| Fuck head from them bitches!
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| When you could do the same, but that respect is given
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| Our intimacy is significantly different
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| (Obie Trice)
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| You gon ride for me (you gon ride?)
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| Then I’m gon ride for you (I'm gon ride)
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| If you put your mouth on me (put it on me)
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| I’m a put my mouth on you
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| Together there ain’t nothing we can’t do (there's nothing)
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| Any problem we can see it through (we see it through)
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| Baby if you promise to be true (you promise?)
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| I will never put my hands on you
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| Come on and think about it We ain’t even got to talk when we see each other
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| We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers
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| You my lover, I’m your friend, I’m your man, but I’m sayin
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| Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand
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| Visions of you having my little man
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| We joke, you call me George Foreman
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| Cause I’m namin him O number four, me I’m three
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| Plus the ol’G like the personality, she say it’s meant to be
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| I’m in the bathroom when you pee
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| She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo doo, you my boo boo
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| There’s nothing in this world that a nigga wouldn’t do to Satisfy — this my bitch that ride
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| My bitch wit the pistol in the ride
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| A nigga act up she busting, she ain’t got to decide
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| No discussion, she’ll put a slug in a tough niggaz muffin
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| You’re fucking wit her husband
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| Come on and think about it You got a ring about it Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage
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| Drama we overcome it if we out numbered
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| I promise it’ll be us against a hundred
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| Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanutbutter
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| Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach
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| Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper
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| Enough to call O her Baby Father
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| You ain’t gotta bother bout a deal, I swear I keep it real
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| Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal
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| It’s signed and sealed, you the only female
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| Hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail
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| Post bail and post up for sale
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| I swore, I swear we will always live well
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| Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills
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| Who’s gon stop up? |
| nobody! |
| we’s that deal
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| (Obie Trice)
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| If you gon stand by me (if you gon stand by me)
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| Then I’m gon stand by you (then I’m gon stand by you)
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| If you promise you’ll be true
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| Then I’ll never put my hands on you (hands down)
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| But! |
| don’t you play me for no fool (no fool) bitch!
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| Cause if I put my mouth on you (on you)
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| After you put your mouth on someone else
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| Better find someone else new
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| Come on and think about it Yeah. |
| Obie Trice
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| Shady! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands On You, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Cheers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп