Rick RossTouch'n You

Rose huh, that’s the problem with these rap niggas They don’t know how to play it cool you know Mean it’s a time and place for everything Been thinking bout you all day Right now, is about that time Look how you turn me on baby (They like when you talk to em) (If you saying something) Seeing is believing (Ursher baby) turn the lights on She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip (Huh) In the gallery all I get is buy me this Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan Mean hustle got me chasing all this fast money Balenciaga sneakers, now she touching cash money So sexy in them all black Giuseppe heels 50 stacks in her bag so she know it’s real Top off the Ferrari now we thugged out Smoking on that Cali' bumping 2Pac It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number? Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over (Fuck’n you) Been thinking 'bout you all day Still can’t get my mind off your body I’m day dreaming bout (Fuck’n you) Look how you turn me on baby 'Cause nobody compares to your body Every time you let me touch (Fuck’n you) And every time you let me Nobody compares to your body, yeah I think I wanna put a ring on it I think I wanna tat her name on me (tat tat tatted up) I had a lot of sexy women, but this is not the same for me Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce! Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced I love it when she speak a different language I touch her in so many different angles Born stunna and my baby so stunnin' Niggas want her, but she find them so funny I’m getting money, living like the most wanted She all I ever needed, now Usher sing it (Fuck’n you) Been thinking 'bout you all day Still can’t get my mind off your body Day dreaming bout (Fuck’n you) Look how you turn me on baby Nobody compares to your body Every time you let me touch (Fuck’n you) Let me and every time you let me Nobody compares to your body, touch Pink champagne for my dime piece In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece In the streets you know I’m eating like a lion feast Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle biz' Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest nigga Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche Killing all haters, showing no remorse Knocking at the door, she recognize the voice I’m not them other boys, she know I shine the most She modeling a lot I know she on the go Another bottle of Ciroc, baby let’s have a toast (Fuck’n you) Been thinking 'bout you all day Still can’t get my mind off your body I'm dreaming bout (Fuck’n you) Look how you turn me on baby 'Cause nobody compares to your body Every time you let me touch (Fuck’n you) Every time you let me Nobody compares to your body, touch
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