Let’s Hold Hands lyrics

[Hook]
Yo what's the deal, ma? Mr. Thanksgiving is back
sh*t is real, you can tell how I act
I'm really feeling you
f*ck them other b*tches, shorty you the one
Real talk you should carry my son
You want a baby?
Let's take a walk and reflect on things
You my wife, f*ck shopping for rings
Already did that
Once in a while I'mma cheat and get dome
But best believe that I'mma always come home
Shorty I love you

[Verse 1]
She was the color of an egg bagel
You know that Simpson complexion
Her smile caused an instant erection
I used to f*ck her on the coffee table
Bust on her stomach, sent her home with a frosty navel
She loves that
My thug raps got her open too, Heinekein brew
We used to sip in 22 times 4, then go raw
Neighbors knockin' on the door complaining about the noise
Then she go down with no gown, I hit it with poise
I'm a man, she was dealing with boys, respect my di*k game
Bitin' on the back of her neck, she had a thick frame
Cuban with the bubonic plague, I had a sick chain
Used to wear that sh*t when I hit it
Just that with some socks and a fitted
At first she tried to f*ck with the c*nt, I couldn't get it
And then she bent down and exposed how it was slitted
What a good girl
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[Verse 2]
Time pass, you still the same, love it that you never change
It's like your heart is non-biodegradable
We went through lots of sh*t but on the real we made it through
That's why I wrote these fly words to serenade for you, for you
And ain't nobody perfect in this world
I talk to other b*tches but it's never curtains for my girl
Her spot's solidified by choice, I don't feel tied
I said I'll never wife and never if will I lie
When I'm shining she don't sweat that
But never switched it up at times when I was set back
Most women disappear when the paper does
That's why n*ggas try to shine, we money hungry thugs
Back to my shorty, my chick kept it a hundred
Held me down when I was f*cked up, even if I didn't want it
And that's the reason why I'm here forever
My baby girl I love you like I love my Polo leather

[Ad-Libs]
You know how I love that butter soft (I love that jacket)
Straight up, let somebody f*ck with my butter soft (I'll crack they f*cking head open)
Let a n*gga f*ck with my leather (straight up)
That's how I feel about you
Crack a n*gga's head open on the f*cking sidewalk man
Straight up and down
Don't f*ck with my leather and don't f*ck with my baby (word up)
That's how we get down
Outdoorsmen sh*t (you already know)
Straight up, we do love records too man
We love b*tches, b*tches love us
It's a motherf*cking love affair, but it's no affair
It's just me and you...and them other b*tches
But it's really just me and you cause it's who you come home to
f*ck them other b*tches (that's real)
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