Touch It (TikTok Remix)

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it (hey yo Swizz, I don't think they ready for this shit)
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (hey yo, lemme take they ass back to the club real quick)

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Get low Bus
Who be the King of the Sound? (Aha)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (aha)
Lot of my bitches 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 (come on)
I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clowns
Makin' the bitches strippin', throw they shit on the ground

Get low Bus
Now that's the way that it goes (aha)
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, 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 (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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And as we started, got me ringing her bell (aha)
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well (aha)
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 (come on)
How a nigga got in they butt made everything jell (come on)
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 (aha)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong (aha)
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 dicking along
I let her

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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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