Hugs - The Lonely Island, Pharrell Williams

Hello?

Hi, this is Bridget, should I come over later?

I’m sorry, I don’t know a Bridget

Well, that’s not what you said when you hugged me last night

Ha!

You think we’re an item just because I gave you a hug?

Trick,

you better think again!

Come here, give me a hug

Come here, give me a hug

Come here, give me a hug

Come here, give me a hug

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 Thanksgivin' stuffin', hugged!

She wanna hug from behind, I did it (did it)

Then her friend jump in, I’m wit' it (wit' it)

I hug 'em tighter than a tube top

After that, it’s just a matter of time before the other shoe drop (yeah, yeah)

'Cause I get more hugs than Oprah selling drugs

And the drug was pure X, no marriage, no sex

Just hugs

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

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 (ha!)

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 (hugs!)

'Cause I get more hugs than a batch of puppy pugs

Sitting on a fluffy rug, getting tickled, touchy-rubbed (oh, shit!)

Real talk, like you chatting with a fisherman

Wrap these chicks up like a motherfucking swisher, man

(Hugs)

This ain’t love girl, 'cause this hug world (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 be 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’s under, I’m concentrating on her back

I just wanna hug your mama in her Subaru Hatchback

Put her in a fingerfold, yes, I’m a hug gigolo

Now she tells her Tupperware friends to let their sisters know

That I give more hugs than Atlas had shrugs

Rest my head on her shoulder while your man mean mugs

We get hugs

We had fun, girl, but don’t get sprung, girl (oh)

Just because I hugged you raw (I hugged you raw)

We can do a group thing, bring Sarah and Susan (Susan)

And we can have a hug-a-trois (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 come to shove (and above, hey)

You can’t hug a rolling stone

Come here, give me a hug

Come here, give me a hug

Come here, give me a hug

Come here, give me a hug

Huggy Bear P, bitches