Touch It Lyrics – Busta Rhymes | Tik Tok Remix

Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
(Hey Yo’ Swizz, I Don’t Think They Ready For This S-h-i-t)
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It
Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
(Hey Yo’ Let Me Take They A-s-s Back To The Club Real Quick)
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It

Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It

Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It

Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It

Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, 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 Bit**es Be Coming From Miles Around
See They Be Coming(Hooh) ‘Cause They Know How The God Get Down

Turn It Up!
Now You Know Who Holding The Throne, So Gimme The Crown
N-i-g-g-a-s Saluting And Trying To Give Me A Pound (Come On)
I Don’t Really Fu*k With You N-i-g-g-a-s, You N-i-g-g-a-s Is Clown
Making The Bit**es Stripping, Throw They S-h-i-t On The Ground

Get Low Bus!
Now That’s The Way That It Goes
When We Up In The Spot, The S-h-i-t 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 (Hooh), Mami Already Know I Suppose

Turn It Up!
Shorty Wilding And Shorty Open, She Beasting It Out
For The Record (Hooh), Just A Second, I’m Freaking It Out (Come On)
While She Trying To Touch, See I Was Peepin’ It Out
She Turned Around And Was Trying To Put My Dick In Her Mouth

I Let Her
Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It (X4)

Get Low Bus!
And As We Started, Got Me Ringing Her Bell (Aa Ha)
When I Come I Be Doing It And Doing It Well (Aa Ha)
Then I Beat Up The Coochie And Be Making It Swell
Trying 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 (Come On)
How A N-i-g-g-a Got In They Butt Made Everything Jail (Come On)
Now The Tickle Wild Like A Nut, She Blowing 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 (Aa Ha)
If You Know You ‘Bout It Then Get To Removing Your Thong (Aa Ha)
To The Whip In Back Of The Truck, That’s Where You Belong
After The Yac, See The Type Of Raunchy S-h-i-t They Be On

Turn It Up!
Street N-i-g-g-a-s Respect It Because My Movement Is Strong (Come On)
‘Cause We Consistently Rapping, See My Money Is Long
All My Bit**es Is With Me, See How They Singing The Song
Plus How We Give You The Stick And We Be Dicking Along

I Let Her
Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It (X4)

Get Low Bus!
The God Of The Black, See That I’m Back (Aa Ha)
Every Single Time That I Drop, The S-h-i-t Is A Wrap (Aa Ha)
For The N-i-g-g-a-s Hating The Kid, I’m Close To Strap
‘Cause All These Bit**es Wanna Come Talk To Sit On My Lap

Turn It Up!
Every time I Give You Bang S-h-i-t To Knock In Your Whip (Come On)
N-i-g-g-a Always Do His Thing, Bit**es Locking The Strip (Come On)
Lot Of Mami’s Is Dancing And They Shaking They Hips (Hooh)
After That, They Get Low And Put The Thing On Their Lips

I Let Them
Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It (X4)

Touch It, Bring It, Pay It, Watch It
Turn It, Leave It, Stop, Format It (X6)

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