ฟังเพลงTouch'N You

Touch'n you Touch'n you

Ross eh what's the problem with these rappers

Touch'n you Touch'n you

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 USHER baby

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

Touch'n you touch'n you

Still can't get my mind off your body

I'm day dreaming 'bout look how you turn me on baby

Touch'n you touch'n you

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

Touch'n you touch'n you

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

I touch her in so many different angles

Born stunna and my baby so stunning

Niggas 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

Touch'n you touch'n you

Been thinking bout you all day

Touch'n you touch'n you

Still can't get my mind off your body

I'm day dreaming 'bout look how you turn me on baby

Touch'n you touch'n you

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

Touch'n you touch'n you

For you let me

And every time you let me

Nobody compares to your body yeah

Touch'n you touch'n you

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

Touch'n you touch'n you

Been thinking bout you all day

Touch'n you touch'n you

Still can't get my mind off your body

I'm day dreaming 'bout look how you turn me on baby

Touch'n you touch'n you

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

Touch'n you touch'n you

And every time you let me

Nobody compare to your body yeah

Touch'n you touch'n you

Touch'N You - Rick Ross