Renni Rucci, Kevin Gates - Hands on Ya Knees lyrics

[Renni Rucci, Kevin Gates - Hands on Ya Knees lyrics]

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
I'm just tryna (Workin' with some ass)
(Looks like DJ Chose)
You been workin' with some ass (Ass)

You know you kinda bad and
You workin' with some ass
(Workin' with some ass)
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass
(Pour it in your glass)
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack
(Runnin' up a sack)
Fuck it up tonight and then get
Right back in my bag (Right back in my bag)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
(Both hands on your knees)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
(Hands on your) you know you kinda bad
I gotta get you to the pad (To the pad)
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh
Do the dash (Do the dash)

Please don't be alarmed
I drive like Steve Nash (Uh)
Drop, droptop coupe, it's a high-speed Jag'
(Huh) panoramic roof got to be all glass
Pourin' while I'm goin', baby
Where the lean at? (Uh)

Fragrance on another levеl
Lovin' how you smellin' only other question
Whеn is me and you gon' get together?
(What's up?) diamonds on reflector when I'm
Talkin' 'bout whatever (Talkin' 'bout)
Never had your pussy pleasured by
A mouth full of metal
Turned the Fanta orange
In the beginning it was yellow
I hate to be alone, options open
I got several (Ah)
Plain Jane Rollie
Ain't no diamonds in the bezel
No, we not movin' on
I can leave you where I met you

You know you kinda bad and
You workin' with some ass
(Workin' with some ass)
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass
(Pour it in your glass)
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack
(Runnin' up a sack)
Fuck it up tonight and then get
Right back in my bag (Right back in my bag)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
(Both hands on your knees)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
(Hands on your) you know you kinda bad
I gotta get you to the pad (To the pad)
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh
Do the dash (Do the dash)

Please don't be alarmed
I drive like Steve Nash (Uh)
Drop, droptop coupe, it's a high-speed Jag'
(Huh) panoramic roof got to be all glass
Pourin' while I'm goin', baby
Where the lean at?

I'm not into dancin', but when you dancin'
Like how you standin'
Bad bitch, I like 'em tatted
But like 'em classy
Jazzy when you be swaggin', I'm into fashion
When you with a customer
I know you just be actin'
(I know that you be actin')
I'm flashin' out behind
You don't fall in love
(You don't fall in love)
Grip you from behind, you ballin' up
(Ballin' up)
I'm passionate when I'm smashin'
You call me daddy (Daddy)
Crack jokes to make you happy
You go to laughin'

You know you kinda bad and
You workin' with some ass
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack
Fuck it up tonight and then get
Right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad
I gotta get you to the pad
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh
Do the dash

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