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(Aiyyo Swizz, I don't think they ready for this shit)
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(Aiyyo, let me take they ass back to the club real quick)
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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 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
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
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes
See we can 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 start again, we ringin' the 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 s**, sprayin' 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 jell
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my sail
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 dickin' along, I let her

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Get low Bus! The God of the block, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap
For the niggaz hatin' the kid, I'm close to the strap
‘Cause all they bitches wanna come talk and 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
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 'em

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Touch It (Vocal Up) Lyrics

Busta Rhymes – Touch It (Vocal Up) Lyrics