Lyrics Under Covers - McCandles
We
be
under
covers
but
don't
hold
hands
She'll
do
every
dance
but
don't
pole
dance
From
what
I
can
tell
she
with
the
program
Slow
jams
slow
glance
with
no
romance
I
can't
be
your
whole
man
We
be
under
covers
but
don't
hold
hands
Shea
do
every
dance
but
don't
pole
dance
From
what
I
can
tell
she
with
the
program
Slow
jams
slow
glance
with
no
romance
I
could
be
your
homie
though,
put
you
on
some
shit
You
liking
what
I
show,
I'm
liking
what
you
did
Lights
real
low,
but
we
both
lit
Trips
to
the
store
for
the
same
old
shit
Think
I
need
a
swisher
and
trojan
dispenser
in
my
own
crib
Way
I
smoke
shit,
way
I
throw
dick
Have
her
floatin',
I
be
goin
With
the
motions,
waves
strokin'
Laid
open,
take
it
slow
yeah
Like
a
profess,
inal
We
could
do
this
with
your
friend
and
all
No
Fentanyl,
my
body
numb
No
cares
at
all,
I
gotta
run
I'm
tearin'
off
soon
as
I
cum
Love
me
in
short
spans
I
don't
take
no
xans
And
try
to
remember
what
I
can
We
be
under
covers
but
don't
hold
hands
She'll
do
every
dance
but
don't
pole
dance
From
what
I
can
tell
she
with
the
program
Slow
jams
slow
glance
with
no
romance
I
can't
be
your
whole
man
We
be
under
covers
but
don't
hold
hands
Shea
do
every
dance
but
don't
pole
dance
From
what
I
can
tell
she
with
the
program
Slow
jams
slow
glance
with
no
romance
She
with
no
pants,
got
a
whole
stash
On
some
hold
that,
if
you
will
Long
hair
like
a
wizard,
and
I'm
feelin'
like
I'm
Beal
I
might
hit
it
gentle,
I
might
go
in
for
the
kill
Hit
it
a
hot
minute,
I
ain't
needin'
for
a
pill
If
I'm
off
a
perky,
we
gone
have
to
call
your
friend
for
real
Im
gone
hit
her
with
the
gavel
and
she
gone
ask
for
appeal
I
just
hit
her
with
banana
now
she
gone
ask
for
a
peel
Sorry
get
off
my
mothafuckin'
mental
with
this
shit
Yeah,
very
expensive
with
this
shit
Got
the
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
with
this
shit
And
all
you
get
is
no
Damn
that's
so
hoe
I'm
on
top
of
my
shit
right
now
I
don't
see
how
y'all
get
round
The
kid
like
I
won't
hit
your
bitch
without
a
rubber
Like
I
won't
make
your
bitch
a
mother
Well
I
might
not
cause
that
bitch
ugly
God
damn
y'all
don't
know
what
it
is
But
I'm
finna
show
you,
I'm
finna
show
you

1 Shorts
2 Jealous
3 Creeping (feat. Daddy Trav)
4 Iraq
5 VMF Interlude
6 Hop Out (feat. Bloo'jae, Cliff & Jboogie)
7 Fly
8 Scat Pack (feat. Scuba Steve)
9 Bocephus
10 Under Covers
11 Doze/Mardi Gras
12 Checks (feat. C.O.O.P.)
13 Sandwich
14 Drank
15 Newshi (feat. Lil Hak & Daddy Trav)
16 Poppin'
17 Visions
18 VMF Outro
19 Igotuifuwitit (Bonus Track)
20 Hot in Here (Bonus Track)
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