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 showin' him what I do? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pick up the pace Just ride '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 tastе That's how I know you have taste Yeah, yеah, mm, mm, mm 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 (my heart) How your hands feel (and it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad) How your hands feel (my heart) 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 'Til I say a face is what I be on, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pick up the pace Just ride '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 (Nothin' 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 said my side is beside myself But that's where I'm at, yeah, yeah (oh) 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 (my heart) How your hands feel (and it's all, it's all bad, it's all bad) How your hands feel (my heart) 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-oh-oh, 'cause he can't do it like that