Here's Touch That Lyrics by Felix Snow & Dominique Young Unique
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Ah, you a bad girl, like the way how I work it, I get there
You wanna dance with me, meet me on the dance floor
Champagne by the showwe hit the lotto, lotto
You wanna drive with me head blows through the wind
Top bad we were riding through the feeling
Just imagine if you never love her if you didn't
Let's be honest I like the way you hit it
Ah, let them see that, I let the crews on you bitches tell them eat that
I'm a bad letter, you can't compete that
Hair blows through the wind when I top back
When I ride it, got these bitches Harding
You ain't fucking with me call me John Gotti
Long black weed just know I'm a hottie
Don't forget the red lipstick I got it
(x2)
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Alright, and I'm back at it
Rocking Jimmy Chius you like the way I call you mommy
Then he tell me come in, he a monster
Then he let me drive the monster truck
He a beast, he like the way I ride
These hoes can't compare yeah, watch how I glide
Through the sunset why you so upset?
Kevin's riding in the Maybach
Yo, let them know I've been ready
Had to ride with my daddy niggas but ready
Catch me on the jet bitch eating on spaghetti
Got the Gucci bag yeah I'm Gucci ready
Meet me in tourniquets till I caught my shit
I'm the baddest of them all mirror on the wall
He was flying bad, no questions asked
Grind you to one just know that
(x2)
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Ah, you a bad girl, like the way how I work it, I get there
You wanna dance with me, meet me on the dance floor
Champagne by the showwe hit the lotto, lotto
You wanna drive with me head blows through the wind
Top bad we were riding through the feeling
Just imagine if you never love her if you didn't
Let's be honest I like the way you hit it
Ah, let them see that, I let the crews on you bitches tell them eat that
I'm a bad letter, you can't compete that
Hair blows through the wind when I top back
When I ride it, got these bitches Harding
You ain't fucking with me call me John Gotti
Long black weed just know I'm a hottie
Don't forget the red lipstick I got it
(x2)
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Alright, and I'm back at it
Rocking Jimmy Chius you like the way I call you mommy
Then he tell me come in, he a monster
Then he let me drive the monster truck
He a beast, he like the way I ride
These hoes can't compare yeah, watch how I glide
Through the sunset why you so upset?
Kevin's riding in the Maybach
Yo, let them know I've been ready
Had to ride with my daddy niggas but ready
Catch me on the jet bitch eating on spaghetti
Got the Gucci bag yeah I'm Gucci ready
Meet me in tourniquets till I caught my shit
I'm the baddest of them all mirror on the wall
He was flying bad, no questions asked
Grind you to one just know that
(x2)
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Boy you really want is you want to touch that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
Blows through the wind with the top back
When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that
