Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plies
Plies
Vocals
Oligee
Oligee
Keyboards
Jamie Foxx
Jamie Foxx
Vocals
The-Dream
The-Dream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Algernod Washington
Algernod Washington
Songwriter
Justin Franks
Justin Franks
Songwriter
Oliver Goldstein
Oliver Goldstein
Songwriter
Ronnie Jackson
Ronnie Jackson
Songwriter
Terius The-Dream Nash
Terius The-Dream Nash
Songwriter
Tony Scales
Tony Scales
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris O'Ryan
Chris O'Ryan
Additional Engineer
Frank E
Frank E
Producer
Oligee
Oligee
Co-Producer
Tyler Soifer
Tyler Soifer
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Adelio Lombardi
Adelio Lombardi
Recording Engineer
Bryan Tyson
Bryan Tyson
Recording Engineer
Justin Trawick
Justin Trawick
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Leslie Braithwaite
Leslie Braithwaite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

What's happenin baby let ya lil whoa Plies tell you whats goin on wit a man my hands been gettin me in a lot of trouble lately so... Please excuse my hands They just wanna touch They just wanna feel They don't mean no harm Baby just excuse my hands (whoa whoa) Baby please excuse my hands I apologize they have a one track mind to squeeze on your behind Baby just excuse my hands (whoa whoa) Please excuse my hands With my hands I can make you do a lot of thangs Have you engagin in some activities you can't explain Leave my fingerprints on every inch yo damn framewit dis one finger I Could make you get off the chain Get to lickin and my hands they get they own brain They wanna touch ya they wanna rub ya they wanna feel yo frame Run my hands through yo hair and go against yo grain Let me massage ya baby and help ease yo pain You wanna get comfortable take your shorts off I can help you change Wanna take my hands off but I cant they jus gon' call yo name If I can't squeeze ya and I cant hold ya it don't feel the same It ain't my fault baby my hands is the one to blame Please excuse my hands They just wanna touch They just wanna feel They don't mean no harm Baby just excuse my hands (whoa whoa) Baby please excuse my hands I apologize they have a one track mind to squeeze on your behind Baby just excuse my hands (whoa whoa) Please excuse my hands I'ma do ya like this and do ya like that I promise you gon' like the way I touch on you so jump up in dis benz and let the seat back I promise you gon' like da way I feel on you I'ma do you til yo body say "ohhh" I'ma do it til yo mouth breathes "no more" I said excuse my hands she said "boy stop playin come make love to yo number one fan" Please excuse my hands Before I kiss ya or make love to ya I wanna touch Can you please face the wall you bout to get strip searched My hands talkin to me they want now what's under yo skirt Let me be the one who do the honors and help you wit yo shirt My hands don't like to be unemployed they like to work I been told my hands are lil Manish they like to flirt God knows woman the sexy thing you put on is us My hand cravin yo lil sweet body its gettin worse I wanna thank you and your body fo helpin me write this verse My hands will never leave yo body baby they so loyal Do me a favor look on the dresser and grab that baby oil Ain't got to be the one that do it my hands gon' spoil ya Please excuse my hands They just wanna touch They just wanna feel They don't mean no harm Baby just excuse my hands (whoa whoa) Baby please excuse my hands I apologize they have a one track mind to squeeze on your behind Baby just excuse my hands (whoa whoa) Please excuse my hands Keep doin it keep doin it keep doin it to me Keep doin it keep doin it I swear I'll never leave Keep doin it keep doin it keep doin it shawty shawty Woke up in the spot ah Yeah the boys on fire I'm wit my nigga Plies
Writer(s): Ronnie Jackson, Justin Franks, Tony Scales, Terius Nash, Oliver Goldstein, Algernod Washington, Darrell Allamby, Lincoln C. Browder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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