Listen to Touch'n You (feat. Usher) by Rick Ross

Touch'n You (feat. Usher)

Rick Ross

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
Pierre Medor
Pierre Medor
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Butler
Richard Butler
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Pierre Medor
Pierre Medor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Love
Rico Love
Producer
Pierre Medor
Pierre Medor
Producer
Thurston McCrea
Thurston McCrea
Recording Engineer
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Mixing Engineer
Matt Huber
Matt Huber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Touch'n you, Touch'n you Ross, eh! what's the problem with these rappers? They don't know how to play it cool, you know? I mean there's a time and place for everything Been thinking bout you all day Right now, it's about that time Touch'n you, touch'n you, touch'n you Look how you turn me on baby (You like when you talk to him, I mean for saying something) Singing is beleving, USHER, baby Turn the lights on She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip In the gallery all I get is buy me this Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan Mean hustle got me chasing all this fast money Viliaci all the sneakers, now she touching cash money So sexy in them all black and sepy heels 50 stacks in her bag so she know it's real Top of the Ferrari now we thugged out Smoking on that callie bumping 2Pac It's me against the world now what's your phone number Jumping in that range rover and I'm coming over! Touch'n you, touch'n you Been thinking bout you all day Touch'n you, touch'n you Still can't get my mind off your body I'm day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby Touch'n you, touch'n you Cause nobody confess to your body Every time you let me touch Touch'n you, touch'n you And every time you let me Nobody compare to your body, yeah Touch'n you, touch'n you I think I wanna put a ring on it I think I wanna tat her name on me I had a lot of sexy women, but this is not the same for me Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced I love it when she speak a different language (papito!) I touch her in so many different angles Born stunna and my baby so stunning Wanna, but she find them so funny I'm getting money, living like the most wanted She all I ever needed, now I think it's her body Touch'n you, touch'n you Been thinking bout you all day Touch'n you, touch'n you Still can't get my mind off your body I'm day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby Touch'n you, touch'n you Cause nobody confess to your body Every time you let me touch Touch'n you, touch'n you And every time you let me Nobody compare to your body, yeah Touch'n you, touch'n you Pink champagne for my dime piece In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece In the streets you know I'm eating like a lion feast Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle bizz Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche Killing all haters, showing no remorse Knocking at the door, she recognize the voice I'm not them other boys, she know I shine the most She modeling a lot I know she on the go Another bottle of Siroc, baby let's have a toast Touch'n you, touch'n you Been thinking bout you all day Touch'n you, touch'n you Still can't get my mind off your body I'm day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby Touch'n you, touch'n you Cause nobody confess to your body Every time you let me touch Touch'n you, touch'n you And every time you let me Nobody compare to your body, yeah Touch'n you, touch'n you
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Richard Preston Butler, J. Pierre Medor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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