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Touch It Lyrics by Busta Rhymes Busta Rhymes
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Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
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who be the king of the sound?
Busta bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my bitches be coming from miles around
See they be cummin' cause they know how the God get down
Now you know who holding the throne so gimme the crown
Niggas saluting and trying to give me a pound
I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clown
Making the bitches stripping throw they shit on the ground
now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hos
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it mami already know I suppose
Shorty wildin' and shorty open she beasting it out
For the record just a second I'm freaking it out
While she trying to touch see I was peeping it out
She turned around and was trying to put my dick in her mouth I let her
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and as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doing it and doing it well
Then I beat up the coochie and be making it swell
Trying to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel
Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell
How a nigga got in they butt, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowing my cell
Can't get enough of the kid I put her under my spell
it's crowded mami move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removing 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
Street niggas 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 dicki'n along, I let her
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
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the God of the block, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap
For the niggas hating the kid I'm close to strap
'Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap
Every time I give you bang shit to knock in your whip
Nigga always do his thing bitch locking the strip
Lot of mami's is dancing and they shaking 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
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Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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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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