Touch It - Album Version/Vocal Up

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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 Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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 Get low Bus
 Who be the King of the Sound?
 Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
 Lot of my niggas 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
 Niggas salutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
 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
 When we up in the spot, the shit 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 dick in her mouth
 I let her
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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 coochie 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 nigga got in they butt made everything jell
 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 shit they be on
 Turn it up
 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 dicking along
 I let her
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 Get low Bus
 The God of the black, see that I'm back
 Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap
 For the niggas hatin' the kid, I'm close 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, bitches 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 them
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