Hugs Lyrics - The Wack Album - The Lonely Island

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 

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 jump 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 

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 Knicks 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 

This ain't love girl, because this hug world 

Is just a big game of thrones 

We be 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 

That I give more hugs than atlas had shrugs 

(Brush my head on her shoulder) 

While your man mean mugs (We get hugs) 

We had fun, girl, but don't get sprung, 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