How Your Hands Feel

Guy I can't get rid of at my place

Maybe we should just do it at your place, yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Tried to tell him lick it, he not like you

So why bother showing him what I do? Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Pick up the pace

Just right 'cause it's not a race

You said that you like a chase

I do not chase

I'll leave that shit to what's bad for me

Luckily, you are the face

I never taste

And I know that you like the taste

That's how I know you have taste

Yeah-yeah

You say my side is beside myself

But that's where I'm at, yeah-yeah

If you can't show me what's good tonight

Then what's good with someone else?

I try to forget

How your hands feel

How your hands feel

And it's all, it's all bad

It's all bad

How your hands feel

How your hands feel

And it's all, it's all bad

It's all bad

'Cause he can't do it like that

Guy I can't get rid of in my face

He know what he like but I don't waste, yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah

He love to tell a bitch what he be on

Till I say a face what I be on, yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Pick up the pace

Just right 'cause it's not a race

He said that it's not the case

Shit, what's the case?

Don't like my way

Best use your words 'cause if you don't then you'll be replaced

Nothing to say?

Okay then, back to my way

And I'm on my way to his place

Luckily he likes the taste and I like someone with his taste, yeah, yeah

You say my side is beside myself

But that's where I'm at, yeah-yeah

If you can't show me what's good tonight

Then what's good with someone else?

I try to forget

How your hands feel

How your hands feel

And it's all, it's all bad

It's all bad

How your hands feel

How your hands feel

And it's all, it's all bad

It's all bad

'Cause he can't do it like that

Oh, 'cause he can't do it like that