Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hugs, artist - The Lonely Island. Album song The Wack Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Hugs |
Hello? |
Hi, this is Bridget, should I come over later? |
I’m sorry, I don’t know a Bridget |
Well, that’s not what you said when you hugged me last night |
Ha! |
You think we’re an item just because I gave you a hug? |
Trick, |
you better think again! |
Come here, give me a hug |
Come here, give me a hug |
Come here, give me a hug |
Come here, give me a hug |
We are not gentlemen! |
Yo, I’ll hug a girl like it don’t mean nothin' |
Then turn around and start huggin' her cousin |
I don’t love 'em, end of the fuckin' discussion |
Got 'em tucked between my wings like Thanksgivin' stuffin', hugged! |
She wanna hug from behind, I did it (did it) |
Then her friend jump in, I’m wit' it (wit' it) |
I hug 'em tighter than a tube top |
After that, it’s just a matter of time before the other shoe drop (yeah, yeah) |
'Cause I get more hugs than Oprah selling drugs |
And the drug was pure X, no marriage, no sex |
Just hugs |
Don’t get mad, girl, we get mad girls |
And we’re hugging all over the world |
So don’t catch feelings, it ain’t love |
We’re just the kings of giving out hugs |
And if you wanna settle down |
You know you got us all wrong |
So we on to the next one, no disrespect, hon |
But you can’t hug a rolling stone |
You can’t hug a rolling stone 'cause it’ll crush you |
Begging me to hug you again? |
That’s when I shush you |
On an airplane, at a Knick game |
Feel the same damn thing when I hug them (ha!) |
Which is nothing, can’t trust them |
Lose all respect when I hug them |
Now guess who’s back in the motherfucking house |
With a fat hug for your sweater and your blouse |
Hugged so many ladies, arms shaky and shit |
Because I’m the Wilt Chamberlain of the upper-body grip (hugs!) |
'Cause I get more hugs than a batch of puppy pugs |
Sitting on a fluffy rug, getting tickled, touchy-rubbed (oh, shit!) |
Real talk, like you chatting with a fisherman |
Wrap these chicks up like a motherfucking swisher, man |
(Hugs) |
This ain’t love girl, 'cause this hug world (world) |
Is just a big Game of Thrones |
We the king of the castle, got arms like a lasso |
But you can’t hug a rolling stone |
I be hugging on your mama, especially when your daddy’s gone |
Wearing his pajamas, I know you thinking that is wrong |
I don’t care what’s under, I’m concentrating on her back |
I just wanna hug your mama in her Subaru Hatchback |
Put her in a fingerfold, yes, I’m a hug gigolo |
Now she tells her Tupperware friends to let their sisters know |
That I give more hugs than Atlas had shrugs |
Rest my head on her shoulder while your man mean mugs |
We get hugs |
We had fun, girl, but don’t get sprung, girl (oh) |
Just because I hugged you raw (I hugged you raw) |
We can do a group thing, bring Sarah and Susan (Susan) |
And we can have a hug-a-trois (hug-a-trois) |
So quit trying to own my hugs |
I gave you these arms on loan, so come give me a hug |
The waistline and above, when push come to shove (and above, hey) |
You can’t hug a rolling stone |
Come here, give me a hug |
Come here, give me a hug |
Come here, give me a hug |
Come here, give me a hug |
Huggy Bear P, bitches |