L-Roy, Caskey - Handful lyrics

She a motherfucking handful
Told her hop up on my lap
And bust a dance move shorty want the dick
I wonder if her man knew
Yeah, next time she gonna bring
Her fucking friend too
Slap that ass and now I got myself a handful
A handful, talking 'bout a fucking handful
Getting money, grab the handfuls
Handfuls, motherfucker got them
Handfuls, yeah, throw it up

Damn, this bitch is bad
I wonder if she know it
Get her ass alone and now
She 'bout to show it
She say she wanna have sex with a poet
So you know I fucked that
Bitch until her pussy broken
Fuck the games, I don't play charades
But I know a couple bad bitches
That get down with foreplay
She just like my music
So we jammin' while we slammin'
And this girl is super tight, she
Got me busting like a cannon, uh
She call me on the phone
Just about every night
So I pick her up, roll a blunt
Sipping dirty sprite
She like it when I bite her lip, man
She get freaky
I give her good dick, so she wanna keep me
But I ain't starting no relationship
Always nag 'bout this and that, man
I really hate that shit
Tryna go all through my phone
What the fuck you think this is?
I don't care if you are curious
Stay out my fucking business
My money long up in the digit's
Yeah, I am the fittest
Even though I'm skinny, pulling bitches
Her life may seem dismantled
But that pussy sweet and
She a motherfucking handful

Told her hop up on my lap
And bust a dance move shorty want the dick
I wonder if her man knew
Yeah, next time she gonna bring
Her fucking friend too
Slap that ass and now I got myself a handful
A handful, talking 'bout a fucking handful
Getting money, grab the handfuls
Handfuls, motherfucker got them
Handfuls, yeah, yeah

Okay, if beating up the pussy was a sport
I'd be in first place
Never met a bitch who tried to
Stop me short of first base
They always bring me home
Getting dome is just the worst case
I fuck her, she gon' always get the O
Like my birthplace
Redbone sitting on my lap, that my side piece
Eight bitches and I got 'em
Trippin' off the nine piece
Time is money and my time
Expensive than my timepiece
I popped a Xanny bar, bring my mind peace
Jugging off the bars, in my own world
Don't advise me
I fuck her twice and never call
She despise me
He talked that shit, I rolled on him
Like where the tides be?
Baby called me up, we had to sit down
Then he hired me
Now I got the freaky bitches
Giving me the sloppy in the hotel lobby
Starting to feel like Ricky Bobby
Why? All my hoes on track
I think I'm on fire
That boy said I wasn't winning, man
That boy a liar
Dipped up out the Ritz and grabbed
My condoms for a threesome
Saw a rich man when I was five
Said I'ma be one i got the pistol
Never know when you gon' need one
I eat the pussy, like the shit
You turnin' when police come, yeah

Come by the fucking handful
Getting money, grabbing handfuls
Handfuls, motherfucker got them handfuls

Motherfucking handful
Told her hop up on my lap
And bust a dance move shorty want the dick
I wonder if her man knew
Yeah, next time she gonna bring
Her fucking friend too
Slap that ass and now I got myself a handful
Come by the fucking handful
Grabbing handfuls
Handfuls, motherfucker got them handfuls
Yeah

It's hard
Yeah, that one was hard, I liked that one