What's wappenin baby
Let ya lil whoa plies tell u wuts goin on wit a man
My hands been gettin me in a lot of trouble so...

(Chorus with Jamie:)
Please escuse my hands
They just wanna touch
They just wanna feel
They don't mean no harm
Baby just excuse my hands (whoaa whoaa )
Baby please excuse my hands
I apologize they have a one track mind
To squeeze on your behind
Baby just excuse my hands (whoaa whoaa)
Please excuse my hands

(Plies:)
Wit my hands I can make u do a lot of thangs
Have u engagin in some activities u cant explain
Leave my fingerprints on every inch yo damn frame
Wit dis one finger I could make u get off the chain
Get to lickin n 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 n go against yo grain
Let me message 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 cant 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

(chorus)

(Dream:)
I'mma do ya like this and do ya like that
I promise u gon like the way I touch on you
So jump up on dis biz and let me see that
I promise u gon like da way I feel on you
I'm gonna hump til yo body say "ohhh"
I'mma do it til yo mouth breathes "no more"
I said excuse my hands she said "boy stop playin n make love to yo number one fan"

(Jamie:) please excuse my hands

(Plies:)
Before I kiss ya or make love to ya I wanna touch
Can you please face the wall u bout to get strip searched
My hands talkin to me they want now whats under yo skirt
Let me be the one who do the honors n help u wit yo shirt
My hands don't like to b unememployed they like to work
I been told my hands are lil manish they like to flirt
God knows woman the sexy thing u put on is us
My hand cravin yo lil sweet body it's gettin worse
I wanna thank you and your body fo helpin me write this fverse
My hands will neva 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

(chorus)

(Dream:)
Keep doin it keep doin it keep doin it to me
Keep doin it keep doin it I swear ill neva leave
Keep doin it keep doin it keep doin it shawty shawty
Woke up in the spot ah
Yea the boys on fire
I'm wit my nigga plies