Meyhem Lauren - Let's Hold Hands lyrics

[Hook] Yo what's the deal, ma? Mr. Thanksgiving is back sh** is real, you can tell how I act I'm really feeling you f** them other b**hes, 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** 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** 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 sh** when I hit it Just that with some socks and a fitted At first she tried to f** with the c*nt, I couldn't get it And then she bent down and exposed how it was slitted What a good girl [Hook] [Verse 2] Time pa**, you still the same, love it that you never change It's like your heart is non-biodegradable We went through lots of sh** 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**hes 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***as try to shine, we money hungry thugs Back to my shorty, my chick kept it a hundred Held me down when I was f**ed 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 bu*ter soft (I love that jacket) Straight up, let somebody f** with my bu*ter soft (I'll crack they f**ing head open) Let a n***a f** with my leather (straight up) That's how I feel about you Crack a n***a's head open on the f**ing sidewalk man Straight up and down Don't f** with my leather and don't f** with my baby (word up) That's how we get down Outdoorsmen sh** (you already know) Straight up, we do love records too man We love b**hes, b**hes love us It's a motherf**ing love affair, but it's no affair It's just me and you...and them other b**hes But it's really just me and you cause it's who you come home to f** them other b**hes (that's real) [Hook]