Hands On - Bobby Lyle

See

Me and my girls having problems

I need the time to breathe…

So I headed to club

Straight to the VIP, hmm

Shoulda seen little mama

Reppin em Fendi Jeans

And them Christian Dior, lookin kinda good on her feet

She got me like

I had a couple drinks to me

Shorty talkin shhhh to me

But that’s not what I came here for

So I make my way to the door

I try leave the club

But I can’t because… shorty got her hands on me

I said I really need to go

But she’s like no… shorty got her hands on me

She trains so hard to temp me

And she keep going when she go and get me

Next thing I know, she grabbin on me (Shorty got her hands on me)

She all up on my head like don’t leave… don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave

Shorty got her hands on me…

She got perfect timin'

More than that she’s a perfect diamond

The situations got me blinded

Cause I gotta girl at home… ohhhh

Now she all on my ear with it…

Damn the way she drop it down low

Can she pick it up real slow

Body really outta control… damn

She got me like… ohhh

I really need to leave now

She grabbin on me…

And she ain’t what I came here for…

But she got me open like a door…

I tryna leave the club

But I can’t because… shorty got her hands on me

I said I really need to go

But she’s like no… shorty got her hands on me

She trains so hard to temp me

And she keep going when she go and get me

Next thing I know, she grabbin on me (shorty got her hands on me)

She all up on my head like don’t leave… don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave

Shorty got her hands on me…

I’m sorry but I gotta girl at home…

She hands all on me ain’t makin it hard to leave…

Cause your body smells so good, you just my type…

I wanna take you home, but girl I gotta goooooooo ohhhhhhhhh