Touch'n You (Cover Version Tribute to Rick Ross & Usher) (Explicit)

Touch'n you Touch'n you

Ross eh what's the problem

With these rappers

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

Touch'n you touch'n you touch'n you

Look how you turn me on baby

I mean for saying something

Seeing is believing

Turn the lights on

She kissing on me

Biting on my bottom lip

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 and sepy 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

Touch'n you touch'n you

Been thinking bout you all day

Still can't get my mind off your body

I'm day dreaming 'bout

Look how you turn me on baby

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

And every time you let me

Nobody compares to your body yeah

Touch'n you touch'n you

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 (papito )

I touch her in so many different angles

Born stunna and my baby so stunning

*s want her

But she find them so funny

I’m getting money

Living like the most wanted

She all I ever needed

Now I think it's her body

Been thinking bout you all day

Still can't get my mind off your body

I'm day dreaming 'bout

Look how you turn me on baby

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

Nobody compares to your body yeah

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 bizz

Big dreamer new beamer just the realest

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

Been thinking bout you all day

Still can't get my mind off your body

I'm day dreaming 'bout

Look how you turn me on baby

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

And every time you let me

Nobody compare to your body yeah

Touch'n you touch'n you