Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Handyman , by - Triple One. Release date: 01.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Handyman |
| Hey, Riley, baa |
| I love you, brother |
| You’re getting big, brah |
| Bigger than me, your fuckin' surfboard on, on roids, man |
| Why don’t you get on it? |
| On it |
| With your uncle, and me |
| Dirty man, dirty man, dirty man |
| She ain’t know a thing, dirty man, dirty man |
| I got plans to think, thirty grand, thirty grand |
| Get my man a drink in his hand, in his hand |
| Nah |
| Don’t get lippy |
| 'Less you on top and your arse look drippy |
| Parlez-vous français? |
| No way, I’m trippy |
| Why she speak French and her friends speak English? |
| (What?) |
| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, I get it |
| I could be cool, or just leave or live with it (Aw, shit) |
| (Hey, Riley, baa) But that’s cool with me |
| I’m just a pretty face, plenty fish in the sea, it’s like |
| Where my dogs, G? |
| I’ma go down in a Mazda and give her head, see |
| I’m up all night, steady sippin' till she want me |
| Then I’ma flip it down and get brain just like I’m a zombie, oi |
| I could be a helping hand |
| I could be a garbage man (Hey, Riley, baa) |
| I could be a checkout chick |
| We could make a porno flick (I love you, brother) |
| Dirty man, dirty man, dirty man |
| She ain’t know a thing, dirty man, dirty man |
| I got plans to think, thirty grand, thirty grand |
| Get my man a drink in his hand, in his hand |
| I’ma make her sit up, she gon' make me lick her |
| Chain around my neck, she gonna pull it till I kiss her |
| Hair on my chest, yeah, she clean, yeah, she clean |
| Rockin' with the best, gimme more, I’m a fiend |
| Dirty man, dirty man, dirty man |
| I got half a gram in my pocket where I stand |
| What a plan, what a plan, what a plan |
| She ain’t know a thing, dirty man, dirty man |
| I could be a helping hand |
| I could be a garbage man |
| I could be a checkout chick |
| We could make a porno flick |
| They call me Rocky |
| 'Cause I’m not walkin' out the ring without a hottie |
| If they want drama, might leave your shirt a bit spotty |
| See Marty stumbling, chundering in the lobby |
| All I ever done came here for was that sloppy |
| Mix that rice up with that tuna, call it poke |
| Spilt that sauce up on my face, I needed chopsticks |
| Now I’m swimmin' through that river in her body |
| Naughty boy, I get busy |
| So now she strokin' on my ego, trippin' like I’m Neo |
| I might chalk it up, that juju cat taste like Benito |
| She touchin' on my dicky, tryna get a quickie |
| Lyin' isn’t easy if you know that you’re the Mickey (Oh) |
| I could be a helping hand |
| I could be a garbage man |
| I could be a checkout chick |
| We could make a porno flick |
| (Hey) Ayy, you a savage |
| Dirty man, dirty man, dirty man |
| Ayy, you a savage |
| Dirty man, dirty man, dirty man |
| (Hey) Break ya neck |