Coverafbeelding Busta Rhymes - Touch It
  • Statistieken
  •   5 weken
  •   34 piekpositie
  •   26 punten
  •   2006


Geboortedatum   20-05-1972
Land   Verenigde Staten


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Aiyyo Swizz I don't think they ready for this shit
Aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick

[Verse 1]
(Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be comin' from miles around
See they be cumin (Uh!) cause they know how the God get down (TURN IT UP!!)
Now you know who holdin' the throne so gimme the crown (huh)
niggas solutin and tryin' to give me a pound (come on)
I don't really fuck with you niggas you niggas is clown
Makin' the bitches strippin' throw they shit on the ground
(Get low Bus!) Now that's the way that it goes (Uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (Come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it (Huh) mami already know I suppose (TURN IT UP!!)
Shorty wildin' and shorty open she beastin' it out
for the record (huh) just a second I'm freakin' it out (come on)
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

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[Verse 2]
(Get low Bus!) And as we started, got me ringing her bell (Uh huh)
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well (Uh huh)
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying 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 jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell (come on)
Can't get enough of the kid I put her under my spell
(Get low Bus!) It's crowded mami move it along (Uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong (Uh huh)
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 (come on)
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

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[Verse 3]
(Get low Bus!) The God of the black, see that I'm back (Uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (Uh huh)
For the niggaz hatin the kid I'm clos to strap
Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to 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 (come on)
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 'm

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ArtiestBusta Rhymes
Lengte 04:00
Platenlabel Aftermath Entertainment
Catalogusnr 0602498559710
Releasedatum 28-04-2006