Plies - Please excuse my hands
Overige artiesten: Jamie foxx The-dream The?dream

PLIES [spoken]: what's hannenin baby(whats's hannein baby)
let your lil goon? plies tell u whats goin on wit him man,
my hands been gettin me in alotta trouble lately so...

JAMIE FOXX-[chorus]: Please excuse my hands, they jus wannna touch,
they jus wanna feel, they don't mean no harm,
baby jus excuse my hands(wahh oooohx2) baby please excuse my hands,
I apologize, they have a one track mind to squeeze on your behind baby
jus excuse my hands(wahh oohhhx2) please excuse my hands.

[VERSE 1] wit my hands i can make you do alotta things,
have you engaging in some activities you can't explain.
Leave my finger prints on every inch of you(f**kin)frame,
wit dis one (finga) i can make you get off da chain?
Get dat look in me, my hands dey git dey own brains.
They wanna touch you, they wanna rub you, they wanna feel your frame.
Rub my hands through your hair and go against ya grain?
lemme massage you baby and help me ease ya pain.
You wanna get comfortable take ya shorts off, i can help you change.
Wanna take my hands off, but i can't they jus gon call ya name.
If i can't squeeze n i can't hold ya it don't feel the same,
it aint my fault baby, my hands the one to blame.

[chorus]: Please excuse my hands, they jus wannna touch,
they jus wanna feel, they don't mean no harm,([feel ya body baby])
baby jus excuse my hands([excuse my hands,my hands, my hands]),
baby please excuse my hands, I apologize{ohh),
they have a one track mind(ohhhh) to squeeze on your behind
([i jus wanna squeeze on you gurl]) baby jus excuse my hands,
please excuse my hands.


DREAM: i can do ya like this, and do ya like that, I promise you gon like it,
way i touch on you. See jump up in this benz and let the seat back,
i promise you gon like the way i feel on you. Ima(****)
til ya body say (ahhh) Ima do it to you mouth breathes no no?
I said excuse my hands, she said boy stop playin,
make love to your number one fan.

JAMIE:(please excuse my hands.)

VERDE2: Before i kiss ya and make love ta ya i wanna touch.
Can you please face the wall you bout ta get strip searched,
my hands talkin ta me they want now whats under ya(*s*k*i*r*t??),
let me be da one to do (something) help ya wit ya shirt.
My hands dont like ta be unemployed they like ta work,
ive been tol my hands a lil manners,they like ta flirt.
God knows when the sex is der? you put on dessert?
my hands craving your lil sweet body its getting worse.
I wanna thank you n ya body for helpin me write this verse,
my hands will never leave ya body baby they so loyal,
do me a favor look on the dresser and grab that baby oil,
aint got to be the one do it my hands gon spoil ya

CHORUS

DREAM: keep doin it, keep doin it, keep doin it to me.
Keep doin it, keep doin it, i swear ill never leave. Keep doin it, keep doin it,
keep doin it shawty, shawty. baby can we make love in this club?
oh yea the boys on fiire i wit my nigga plies...

Writers: Terius Youngdell Nash , Algernod Washington , Justin Franks , Ronnie Jackson , TONY SCALES , Darrell Allamby , Lincoln Browder , OLIVER ELLIOT GOLDSTEIN

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