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Busta Rhymes( Trevor George Smith Jr. )
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Touch It (Vocal Up)
Lyricist:Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Aiyyo Swizz, I don't think they ready for this shit) Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Aiyyo, let me take they ass back to the club real quick) Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Get low Bus! Who be the King of the Sound? Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town Lot of my bitches be comin' from miles around See they be comin'â€~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 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 When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes See we can 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 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, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Get low Bus! And as we start again, we ringin' the bell Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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, sprayin' on the Chanel
Turn it up! Then they try to walk with a strut, so no one could tell How a nigga got in they butt, made everything jell Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my sail 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
Turn it up! Street niggas respect it because my movement is strong â€~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 dickin' along, I let her
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Get low Bus! The God of the block, see that I'm back Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap For the niggaz hatin' the kid, I'm close to the strap â€~Cause all they bitches wanna come talk and sit on my lap
Turn it up! Everytime I give you bang shit to knock in your whip Nigga always do his thing, bitch 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 'em
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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