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Bobby V
Bobby V


Background information
Birth name Bobby Wilson
Born February 27, 1980
Born place Jackson, Mississippi, United States
Origin Atlanta, Georgia, United States
Genre(s) R&B
Years active 1996—present
Label(s) Def Jam Recordings
EMI Group
Disturbing Tha Peace
Associated acts Mista
Disturbing tha Peace
Website Website



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Bobby V Lyrics

"Hands On Me" lyrics


Ohh yeah, ohh, yeah, yeah

See me and my girls having problems
I need the time to breathe
So I headed to club, straight to the VIP
Shoulda seen little mama, reppin' 'em Fendi jeans
And them Christian Dior, lookin' kinda good on her feet

She got me like, I had a couple drinks to me
Shorty talkin', shh to me
But that's not what I came here for
So I make my way to the door

I try leave the club
But I can't because shorty got her hands on me
I said i really need to go
But she's like no shorty got her hands on me

She trains so hard to tempt me
And she keep going when she go and get me
Next thing I know, she grabbin' on me
(Shorty got her hands on me)

She all up on my head like don't leave
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
She all up on my head like don't leave
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
Shorty got her hands on me

She got perfect timin'
More than that she's a perfect diamond
The situations got me blinded
'Cause I gotta girl at home, ohh

Now she all on my ear with it
Damn the way, she drop it down low
Can she pick it up real slow?
Body really outta control, damn

She got me like, ohh
I really need to leave now
She grabbin' on me
And she ain't what I came here for
But she got me open like a door

I tryna leave the club
But I can't because shorty got her hands on me
I said I really need to go
But she's like no shorty got her hands on me

She trains so hard to temp me
And she keep going when she go and get me
Next thing I know, she grabbin' on me
(Shorty got her hands on me)

She all up on my head like don't leave
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
She all up on my head like don't leave
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
Shorty got her hands on me

I'm sorry but I gotta girl at home
She hands all on me ain't makin' it hard to leave
'Cause your body smells so good, you just my type
I wanna take you home but girl I gotta go, ohh

I try leave the club
But I can't because shorty got her hands on me
I said I really need to go
But she's like no shorty got her hands on me

She trains so hard to temp me
And she keep going when she go and get me
Next thing I know, she grabbin, on me
(Shorty got her hands on me)

She all up on my head like don't leave
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
She all up on my head like don't leave
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
Shorty got her hands on me

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