Rick Ross - Touch'N You Lyrics
[Intro: Usher]Touch’n you, Touch’n youRoss, eh! what’s the problem with these rappers?They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?I mean there's a time and place for everythingBeen thinking bout you all dayRight now, it's about that timeTouch’n you, touch’n you, touch’n youLook how you turn me on baby(you like when you talk to him, I mean for saying something)Singing is beleving, USHER, babyTurn the lights on[Verse 1: Rick Ross]She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lipIn the gallery all I get is buy me thisConversations on the phone until the break of dawnCombination to her home, I gotta make her moanMean hustle got me chasing all this fast moneyViliaci all the sneakers, now she touching cash moneySo sexy in them all black and sepy heels50 stacks in her bag so she know it’s realTop of the Ferrari now we thugged outSmoking on that callie bumping 2PacIt’s me against the world now what’s your phone numberJumping in that range rover and I’m coming over![Hook: Usher]Touch’n you, touch’n youBeen thinking bout you all dayTouch’n you, touch’n youStill can’t get my mind off your bodyI’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on babyTouch’n you, touch’n youCause nobody confess to your bodyEvery time you let me touchTouch’n you, touch’n youAnd every time you let meNobody compare to your body, yeahTouch’n you, touch’n you[Verse 2: Rick Ross]I think I wanna put a ring on itI think I wanna tat her name on meI had a lot of sexy women, but this is not the same for meBounce, love it how she always make it bounceRose petals on her bed, I walk in unannouncedI love it when she speak a different language (papito!)I touch her in so many different anglesBorn stunna and my baby so stunningWanna, but she find them so funnyI’m getting money, living like the most wantedShe all I ever needed, now I think it's her body[Hook][Verse 3: Rick Ross]Pink champagne for my dime pieceIn the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 pieceIn the streets you know I’m eating like a lion feastLick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer thingsKeys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle bizzBig dreamer, new beamer, just the realestCover of the source, owner of the PorscheKilling all haters, showing no remorseKnocking at the door, she recognize the voiceI’m not them other boys, she know I shine the mostShe modeling a lot I know she on the goAnother bottle of Siroc, baby let’s have a toast[Hook]
