LYRICS:
(Hook - Chelsea McIntosh)
Keep tellin the boys hands off me
I'm too pretty like Tinashe
They can't handle it I'm too raunchy
All in the DMs like come taunt me
I got freak shit
Real daunting
Keep tellin the boys hands off me
This shit is getting exhausting
Boy close your mouth stop gawking

(Verse 1 - Chelsea McIntosh)
Anyway fuck it I'm going in
Bout to show you why my body make em sin
Come here boy swallow this medicine
Tell him be a good boy don't spit
Best head in the world I'm the nominee (that's right)
Got em drinking me up like a Chablis
Dripping on his face that's not a goatee (no sir)
Bitches hella salty leave em at the Dead Sea (fuck em)
You are dead to me (straight up)
Not a friend to me (nah)
I'm the new queen bee buzzing on my tree
He wanna know if he can fit
Geometry
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Alright, enough of this, let's fucking go
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I'm getting the bag
I'm taking him back if it's good pipe
He's dickin' me down
I'm kickin' him out if it ain't hit right
He slid in the gram
He said he a fan but so is his wife
She left him at home
Now he all alone wondering what's life?

(Break - Edward Lillie)
Fuck dude

(Hook - Chelsea McIntosh)
Keep tellin the boys hands off me
I'm too pretty like Tinashe
They can't handle it I'm too raunchy
All in the DMs like come taunt me
I got freak shit
Real daunting
Keep tellin the boys hands off me
This shit is getting exhausting
Boy close your mouth stop gawking

(Verse 2 - Edward Lillie)
Jean is on the beat
E3 about to speak
Man tension bound to rise
But me I've barely peaked
See carter on my mind
But my Jordans barely creased
Man I keep my shit nice
But my bars real mean
See I'm not uptight
But this pussy is
Got her up all night
Fucking with the kid
And she think I'm just like
All the rest of them
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But I'm not
Like Nelly I'm hot
My music ain't the only thing that'll go pop
Pussy got me Dwayne
Man that shit got me rocked
But girl give me brain
Know you smart with the top yeah
Get onto your knees
Like you study the cross
Cause I aim to just please
Every damn girl boss see
I leave it straight dead
Like Paul McCartney
But I'd like to give you head
Right after the party
I don't care if it's in full
Some share or partly
I got reasons to miss flights
Or school I'm tardy
So baby take this tip
After some Bacardi
See I'd like to feel your hands
All up and on me
Baby come and take these pants
They're coming off me
I'd like to see you dance
Disappoint your auntie
I'll make it rain bands
Baby girl's first Audi
That's four rings
---
That's four more than what your man can do

Hands Off Me - Single

Hands Off Me (feat. Chelsea McIntosh)

Beats callejero con alma de NYC, crudo y emocional, rapero olvidado retrata la historia de una artista perdido en su propia codicia, víctima de la prisa por alcanzar el éxito, a 88 BPM,esta instrumental combina baterías pesadas, texturas sucias, atmosferas oscuras y un estribillo femenino melódico que destacaron fuerza y contraste, el beats transmite frustración, ambición rota y la sensación de haberse quedado en el camino, perfecto para storytelling real, introspección y letras con peso, inspirado en la esencia dura de la calle, con influencia de los beats mas sinceros del under de NYC.

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Genre: Groove House × Piano House × Soul Funk
Tempo: ~124 BPM — laid-back but danceable
Mood: Laid-back joy • Rhythmic calm • Summer soulfulness

☀️ Description:
The first day of a three-week summer holiday.
No stress. No schedule. Just birdsong, warm pavement, a local pool, and a radio playing a melody that sticks to your soul.

“Monday in July” is a feel-good Groove House escape — driven by jazzy piano, lush soul vocals, and that breezy “lalali lalala” loop that drifts in like the girls’ radio down the street.
It’s rhythm in flip-flops, wine at sunset, and basslines that breathe.

Lyrics:

lalali lalala lalali lalala

Woke up slow with the sun on my chest
Window wide, air's feeling fresh
Birds outside got that stereo vibe
First day off, and I’m feeling alive

Down the block, girls set up their scene
Radio on with that sweet little theme
I hear it drift through the morning light

lalali lalala lalali lalala

lalali lalala lalali lalala
Monday in July, got nothin' to do
lalali lalala lalali lalala
Flip-flops, sunlight, sky so blue
I got rhythm in my step
And all this time to waste

Walked to the pool, just a towel and grin
Jumped in deep — cold rush on my skin
Few folks around, just laughter and splash
Girls still vibin’ with their midday stash

Lunch at the edge, fries and fish
Feet in the sun, don’t need to wish
Life plays soft like a B-side track

lalali lalala lalali lalala

lalali lalala lalali lalala
Slide into the beat, nothing on my mind
lalali lalala lalali lalala
Time hits different when you leave it behind
I got no plans, no calls
Just that sun and these four walls

Eyes half-closed under that tree
World slowed down — just rhythm and me
The girls packed up but the sound remains
That melody loops in my lazy brain

lalali lalala lalali lalala

Evening glow, pan sizzles slow
White wine chills and the breeze says go
Back on the terrace, sky’s all fire
One good day — and I don’t need more desire

lalali lalala lalali lalala
lalali lalala lalali lalala

Monday in July

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