Hugs

     F                       G
Yo - I'll hug a girl like it don't 
mean nothin'
Am                                 
Then turn around and start huggin' 
G
cousin.
        F                    G
I don't love 'em, end of the fuckin'
 discussion
        Am                         
Got 'em tucked between my wings 
               G
like Thanksgiving stuffing.
F                    G
  She wanna hug from behind - I did 
it.
Am                       G
Then her friend jump in; I'm with' 
it.
F                          G
  I hug 'em tighter than a tube top;
             Am
After that, it's just a matter of 
time
                 G
Before the other shoe drop.
F                    G
I get more hugs than Oprah selling 
drugs,
        Am                         
And the drug was pure X - no!, Mary
    G
 Jo Sex.
Just hugs.

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
F            G                 
   Don't get mad, girl. We get mad 
Am
girls,
                  G           
And we're hugging all over the 
       F
world.
               G                 
So don't catch feelings, it ain't 
   Am
love.
                        G          
We're just the kings of giving out 
 F
hugs.
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G                       Am       
And if you wanna settle down, you
           G
 know you got us all wrong,
                  F           
So we move to the next one, no 
      G
disrespect, hon
        Am                  F
But you can't hug a rolling stone.

[NOTE: There is no other chord 
changes, just repeat]

[TLI:]
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,
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.

[Pharrell:]
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...

[TLI:]
... that I give more hugs than Atlas
 had shrugs
(Brush my head on her shoulder)
While your man mean mugs

[Pharrell:]
We had fun, girl. But don't get 
swung, 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.