Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touch It, artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Touch 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 |
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? |
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 |
Turn it up |
Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown |
I don’t really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown |
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground |
Get low Bus |
Now that’s the way that it goes |
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes |
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 |
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out |
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** 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 |
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Get low Bus |
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 ******* 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 |
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail |
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 ****, they be on |
Turn it up |
Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong |
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long |
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song |
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* 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 |
Get low Bus |
The God of the black, see that I’m back |
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap |
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I’m close to strap |
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap |
Turn it up |
Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip |
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 |
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 |