Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touch & Go, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Halfway House, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Touch & Go |
Joey, uhh… |
Uh, one question |
Now who rep Jersey like me? |
Baby few dudes ain’t worthy like me |
You know I keep somethin pretty by me |
Good pair of frames, Polo white tee |
Y’all see somethin with a body have her my queen |
Extra small waist, top lookin like D’s |
Y’all don’t cuff 'em or make 'em wifey |
Cause you ain’t Coco and I ain’t Ice T |
So it’s unlikely, I trick on her tryin to ball |
Tattoo on her back said China Doll |
Joey! |
Talk to 'em like Imus y’all |
And give head to a brother, need a Tylenol |
And let’s keep what we do on the low |
No entourage, just a one-man show |
Let’s break out from the club around 4 |
But it’s just one thing that a nigga must know |
Can we |
Touch, go, touch and go |
Touch, go, touch and go |
Touch and go, touch, go |
Touch, go, touch and go — HERE WE GO! |
(She said she had a man but so) |
(There's just one thing that I really must know — can we) |
Touch and go, touch, go |
Touch, go (can we) touch and go — HERE WE GO! |
I mean I’ve been seen the broad, you just met her |
I’m in the 'tel with her, you just text her |
You just chase her, you just sweat her |
She played you out, you just let her |
You just peck her, you protect her |
I don’t even understand them gestures |
I undress her, throw her on the dresser (and) |
Normally the room like like Esther |
But if she act up, gotta check her |
R.L. +Next+ her, that’s just my regular |
Et cetera, my service like Federer |
The Rodger cat, now do you roger that? |
Let’s keep what we do on the low |
No entourage, just a one-man show |
Let’s break out from the club around 4 |
But it’s just one thing that a nigga must know |
Can we |
How you doin tonight? |
Matter fact, what you doin tonight? |
If the answer’s nothin |
I’m hopin us two could get into somethin |
So let me know what you doin tonight |
Or, maybe I’m what you doin tonight |
Call me up naked when she home alone |
And make the tone long, now that’s the phone bone |
Look — I ain’t gotta compliment you |
Uhh, me bein me compliments you |
So on the balcony or in the tub |
On the plane join the Mile High Club |
From the club to the bathroom stall |
Whenever we’ll hook up she ain’t wearin no drawers |
Ooh baby I likes it raw |
But keep that behind closed doors, my door |