come near Chorus: then I know it's gone too far oh, oh, I touched your star and it felt so right like the hush of midnight until you said with me it's touch and go
it's touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go, oh oh yeah Well it's touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go All
Traduzione: The Cars. Touch And Go.
it up and swallow it Now take the dick, and tongue kiss the other bitch Menage tois, man they love this shit Rule one, you gotta make the hoe Break the hoe, and
Leavin ya spleen to pick up Half of you ni**az is softer than a Snicker Let's go to war and see who draw quicker and still I rise, and still I rise... [
afraid And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better
stocky with a Haitian accent Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing (What's his name???) Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and
that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and
poppin Leavin ya spleen to pick up Half of you ni**az is softer than a Snicker Let's go to war and see who draw quicker and still I rise, and still I
mad cause I'm gettin' tougher than some billa billa And I'm gettin' get yea something like a pilla pilla Eastside 5 and you know how I do Damu dog And
Stop wondering and go suck dick, don't lift your head up You want your boy to spark your wrist, and get your nails done I'll take ya money and tell ya
all pockets, like a man and a child Paid In Full and Boss Hogg, stay controlling the crowd You know the click you hear the speakers, and cars banging
abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence
strikes, I'll murder dem I said I'll murder dem Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem I'll murder dem You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder
You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know,
that's what I'm telling ya Give me your number and I'll probably call you up on my cellular At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours