Touch’N You Rick Ross (Ft. USHER)
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[Intro: Usher]
Fucking you, fucking you
Rozay, that’s the problem with these rap niggas
They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?
I mean there's a time and place for everything
Been thinking 'bout you all day
Right now, it's about that time
Fucking you, fucking you, fucking you
Look how you turn me on baby
You like when you talk to him, I mean you're saying something
Singing is believing, Usher, baby
Turn the lights on
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
She kissin' on me, bitin' on my bottom lip
In the Galleria 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 chasin' all this fast money
Balenciaga sneakers, now she touchin' 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
Smokin' on that Cali, bumpin' 2Pac
It’s me against the world now, what’s your phone number?
Jumpin' in that Range Rover and I’m comin' over
Fucking you, fucking you
Rozay, that’s the problem with these rap niggas
They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?
I mean there's a time and place for everything
Been thinking 'bout you all day
Right now, it's about that time
Fucking you, fucking you, fucking you
Look how you turn me on baby
You like when you talk to him, I mean you're saying something
Singing is believing, Usher, baby
Turn the lights on
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
She kissin' on me, bitin' on my bottom lip
In the Galleria 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 chasin' all this fast money
Balenciaga sneakers, now she touchin' 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
Smokin' on that Cali, bumpin' 2Pac
It’s me against the world now, what’s your phone number?
Jumpin' in that Range Rover and I’m comin' over
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