Touch Me 50 Cent
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
This time.. I'ma make it clear..
That I'm number one, uhh
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle, play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle, I mean she hot like a kettle
Well, me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you
You run you're fucked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you, I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me
Feel me and caress me (come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode
(Come on come on...)
'Cause all my love you can control... (yeah...)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Haha... yeah... yeah... yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm stroking
She scream she like it, she open
I'm sitting back while she sucking, she super freaky, I love it (woo!)
The sex is better than basic, that kitty kat, yeah, I chase it
She do it just how I like it, position after position
Fast stroke, short stroke, deep stroke, listen
She down for pushing her limits, that's why I'm pushing up in it
Start kissing her lips then I'm kissing her neck
When my tongue cross her tatas, then bet it get wet to her, easy
This time.. I'ma make it clear..
That I'm number one, uhh
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle, play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle, I mean she hot like a kettle
Well, me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you
You run you're fucked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you, I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me
Feel me and caress me (come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode
(Come on come on...)
'Cause all my love you can control... (yeah...)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Haha... yeah... yeah... yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm stroking
She scream she like it, she open
I'm sitting back while she sucking, she super freaky, I love it (woo!)
The sex is better than basic, that kitty kat, yeah, I chase it
She do it just how I like it, position after position
Fast stroke, short stroke, deep stroke, listen
She down for pushing her limits, that's why I'm pushing up in it
Start kissing her lips then I'm kissing her neck
When my tongue cross her tatas, then bet it get wet to her, easy
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