Let's Hold Hands

[Hook] Yo what's the deal, ma? Mr. Thanksgiving is back Shit is real, you can tell how I act I'm really feeling you Fuck them other bitches, 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, fuck 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 fuck 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 dick 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 shit when I hit it Just that with some socks and a fitted At first she tried to fuck with the cunt, I couldn't get it And then she bent down and exposed how it was slitted What a good girl [Hook] [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 shit 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 bitches 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 niggas try to shine, we money hungry thugs Back to my shorty, my chick kept it a hundred Held me down when I was fucked 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 fuck with my butter soft (I'll crack they fucking head open) Let a nigga fuck with my leather (straight up) That's how I feel about you Crack a nigga's head open on the fucking sidewalk man Straight up and down Don't fuck with my leather and don't fuck with my baby (word up) That's how we get down Outdoorsmen shit (you already know) Straight up, we do love records too man We love bitches, bitches love us It's a motherfucking love affair, but it's no affair It's just me and you...and them other bitches But it's really just me and you cause it's who you come home to Fuck them other bitches (that's real) [Hook]