Touch It (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Touch It (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Touch it, bring it babe
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Touch it, bring it babe
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(Get low bus!)
Who be the king of the sound? (Uh huh)
Busta bus back to just put a lock on a town (uh huh)
Lots of my bitches be comin from miles around
See they be cumin (uh!) cause they know how the God get down (turn it up)
Now you know who holding the throne so gimmie the crown (huh)
Niggas solutin and tryin to give me a pound (come on)
I don't really fuck with you niggas you niggas is clown
Making the bitches strippin throw they shit on the ground (get low bus!)
Now that's the way that it goes (uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it (huh) mami already know I suppose (turn it up)
Shorty wildin and shorty open she beastin it out
For the record (huh) just a second I'm freakin it out (come on)
While she tryin to touch it see I was peepin it out
She turned around and was tryin to put my dick in her mouth, I let her

Is there any women in here
Like it when I be spankin them and pullin their hair
There's a freak in your presence I'm just making it clear
Letting you all know if you wasn't aware (turn it up)
Get your hands up if you're ready to go
Come through your city and I'm runnin the show
I'm the truth, the way, the problem if you didn't know
Get up right in your face and holla ne-yo! (Get low boy)
Shorty what you wanna do
I ain't got time to deal with your attitude
This here was designed to get you in the mood
Trynna do something nasty with you and your crew (turn it up)
I'm a freaky little brother with a whole lotta loot
The boy workin with something and I'm kindda cute
Watch the way I do it I'ma turn it out
Guaranteed you'll be tryin to put my (woah woah woah)

Touch it, bring it babe
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(Get low bus!)
The God of the black, see that I'm back (uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (uh huh)
For the niggaz hatin the kid I'm close to strap
Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (turn it up)
Every time I give you band shit to knock in your whip
Nigga always do his thing bitch locking the strip (come on)
Lots of mamis dancing and they shaking their hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let em

Touch it, bring it babe
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Touch it, bring it babe
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