Touch It (Remix)

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)

Who be the King of the Sound?

Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town

Lot of my **** be comin' from miles around

See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

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Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out

For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out

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

When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well

Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell

Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

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Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell

How a **** got in they butt made everything jell

Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell

Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along

If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong

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

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Street **** respect it because my movement is strong

'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

The God of the black, see that I'm back

Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap

For the **** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap

'Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap

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Everytime I give you bang shit to knock in your whip

**** always do his thing, bitches lockin' the strip

Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips

After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

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