Hugs (feat. Pharrel Williams)

We are not gentlemen

Yo

I’ll hug a girl like it don’t mean nothin’

Then turn around and start huggin’ her cousin

I don’t love ‘em, end of the fuckin’ discussion

Got ‘em tucked between my wings like Thanksgiving stuffing

She wanna hug from behind, I did it

Then her friend jumped in, I’m wit’ it

I hug ‘em tighter than a tube top

After that, it’s just a matter of time

Before the other shoe drop

I get more hugs than Oprah selling drugs

And the drug was pure X

No!, Mary Jo Sex

Just hugs

Pharrell Williams:

Don’t get mad, girl. We get mad girls

And we’re hugging all over the world

So don’t catch feelings, it ain’t love

We’re just the kings of giving out hugs

And if you wanna settle down, you know you got us all wrong

So we on to the next one, no disrespect, hon

But you can’t hug a Rolling Stone

TLI:

You can’t hug a rolling stone cause it’ll crush you

Begging me to hug you again? That’s when I shush you

On an airplane, at a Knick game

Feel the same damn thing when I hug them

Which is nothing

Can’t trust them, lose all respect when I hug them

Now guess who’s back in the motherfucking house

With a fat hug for your sweater and your blouse

Hugged so many ladies, arms shaky and shit

Because I’m the Wilt Chamberlain of the upper-body grip

Cause I get more hugs than a batch of puppy pugs

Sitting on a fluffy rug, getting tickled touched and rubbed

(OH SHIT!)

Real talk, like you chatting with a fisherman

Wrap these chicks up like a motherfucking swisher, man

Pharrell:

This ain’t love girl, because this hug world

Is just a big Game of Thrones

We the king of the castle, got arms like a lasso

But you can’t hug a rolling stone

I been hugging on your mama

Especially when your daddy’s gone

Wearing his pajamas

I know you thinking that is wrong

I don’t care what some does

I’m concentrating on her back

I just wanna hug your mama in her Subaru hatchback

Put her in a figure-4, yes I’m a hug gigolo

Now she tells her tupperware friends to let their sisters know

TLI:

that I give more hugs than Atlas had shrugs

Brush my head on her shoulder

While your man mean mugs

Pharrell Williams:

We had fun, girl. But don’t get swung, girl

Just because I hugged you raw

We can do a group thing, bring Sarah and Suan

And we can have a hug-a-trois

So quit trying to own my hugs

I gave you these arms on loan

So come give me a hug

The waistline and above

When push comes to shove

You can’t hug a Rolling Stone

Hug yo’ bad P, bitches