We be under covers but don't hold hands
She'll do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I can't be your whole man
We be under covers but don't hold hands
Shea do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I could be your homie though, put you on some shit
You liking what I show, I'm liking what you did
Lights real low, but we both lit
Trips to the store for the same old shit
Think I need a swisher and trojan dispenser in my own crib
Way I smoke shit, way I throw dick
Have her floatin', I be goin
With the motions, waves strokin'
Laid open, take it slow yeah
Like a profess, inal
We could do this with your friend and all
No Fentanyl, my body numb
No cares at all, I gotta run
I'm tearin' off soon as I cum
Love me in short spans
I don't take no xans
And try to remember what I can
We be under covers but don't hold hands
She'll do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I can't be your whole man
We be under covers but don't hold hands
Shea do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
She with no pants, got a whole stash
On some hold that, if you will
Long hair like a wizard, and I'm feelin' like I'm Beal
I might hit it gentle, I might go in for the kill
Hit it a hot minute, I ain't needin' for a pill
If I'm off a perky, we gone have to call your friend for real
Im gone hit her with the gavel and she gone ask for appeal
I just hit her with banana now she gone ask for a peel
Sorry get off my mothaf*ckin' mental with this shit
Yeah, very expensive with this shit
Got the yeah, yeah, yeah with this shit
And all you get is no
Damn that's so hoe
I'm on top of my shit right now
I don't see how y'all get round
The kid like I won't hit your bitch without a rubber
Like I won't make your bitch a mother
Well I might not cause that bitch ugly
God damn y'all don't know what it is
But I'm finna show you, I'm finna show you
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We be under covers but don't hold hands
She'll do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I can't be your whole man
We be under covers but don't hold hands
Shea do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I could be your homie though, put you on some shit
You liking what I show, I'm liking what you did
Lights real low, but we both lit
Trips to the store for the same old shit
Think I need a swisher and trojan dispenser in my own crib
Way I smoke shit, way I throw dick
Have her floatin', I be goin
With the motions, waves strokin'
Laid open, take it slow yeah
Like a profess, inal
We could do this with your friend and all
No Fentanyl, my body numb
No cares at all, I gotta run
I'm tearin' off soon as I cum
Love me in short spans
I don't take no xans
And try to remember what I can
We be under covers but don't hold hands
She'll do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I can't be your whole man
We be under covers but don't hold hands
Shea do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
She with no pants, got a whole stash
On some hold that, if you will
Long hair like a wizard, and I'm feelin' like I'm Beal
I might hit it gentle, I might go in for the kill
Hit it a hot minute, I ain't needin' for a pill
If I'm off a perky, we gone have to call your friend for real
Im gone hit her with the gavel and she gone ask for appeal
I just hit her with banana now she gone ask for a peel
Sorry get off my mothaf*ckin' mental with this shit
Yeah, very expensive with this shit
Got the yeah, yeah, yeah with this shit
And all you get is no
Damn that's so hoe
I'm on top of my shit right now
I don't see how y'all get round
The kid like I won't hit your bitch without a rubber
Like I won't make your bitch a mother
Well I might not cause that bitch ugly
God damn y'all don't know what it is
But I'm finna show you, I'm finna show you
She'll do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I can't be your whole man
We be under covers but don't hold hands
Shea do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I could be your homie though, put you on some shit
You liking what I show, I'm liking what you did
Lights real low, but we both lit
Trips to the store for the same old shit
Think I need a swisher and trojan dispenser in my own crib
Way I smoke shit, way I throw dick
Have her floatin', I be goin
With the motions, waves strokin'
Laid open, take it slow yeah
Like a profess, inal
We could do this with your friend and all
No Fentanyl, my body numb
No cares at all, I gotta run
I'm tearin' off soon as I cum
Love me in short spans
I don't take no xans
And try to remember what I can
We be under covers but don't hold hands
She'll do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
I can't be your whole man
We be under covers but don't hold hands
Shea do every dance but don't pole dance
From what I can tell she with the program
Slow jams slow glance with no romance
She with no pants, got a whole stash
On some hold that, if you will
Long hair like a wizard, and I'm feelin' like I'm Beal
I might hit it gentle, I might go in for the kill
Hit it a hot minute, I ain't needin' for a pill
If I'm off a perky, we gone have to call your friend for real
Im gone hit her with the gavel and she gone ask for appeal
I just hit her with banana now she gone ask for a peel
Sorry get off my mothaf*ckin' mental with this shit
Yeah, very expensive with this shit
Got the yeah, yeah, yeah with this shit
And all you get is no
Damn that's so hoe
I'm on top of my shit right now
I don't see how y'all get round
The kid like I won't hit your bitch without a rubber
Like I won't make your bitch a mother
Well I might not cause that bitch ugly
God damn y'all don't know what it is
But I'm finna show you, I'm finna show you
Writer: Jacob Bass
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid