Touch It (Remix)

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it (hey yo Swizz, I don't think they ready for this shit) Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (hey yo, lemme take they ass back to the club real quick) Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Get low Bus Who be the King of the Sound? (Aha) Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (aha) Lot of my bitches be comin' from miles around See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down Turn it up, now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown Niggas salutin' and tryin' to give me a pound (come on) I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clowns Makin' the bitches strippin', throw they shit on the ground Get low Bus Now that's the way that it goes (aha) 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, Mami already know, I suppose Turn it up, shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out (come on) While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out She turned around and was tryin' to put my dick in her mouth I let her Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it And as we started, got me ringing her bell (aha) When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well (aha) Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel Turn it up, then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell (come on) How a nigga got in they butt made everything jell (come on) Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell (come on) Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell Get low Bus It's crowded Mami, move it along (aha) If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong (aha) To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on Turn it up, street niggas respect it because my movement is strong (come on) 'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long All my bitches is with me, see how they singin' the song Plus how we give you the stick and we be dicking along I let her Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it