't believe it -not until I write it down. Down...I Touch You, Touch You I Touch You, Touch You I Touch You, Touch You
believe it -not until you see it. No. Know you won't believe it -not until I write it down. I touch you, touch you.
t believe it -not until I write it down. Down...I Touch You, Touch You I Touch You, Touch You I Touch You, Touch You
shorty, You got the good stuff, the way you walkin the man talkin, can i, Can i get your digits are you with it, I see you killin it you and your girlfriends
You got the good stuff, the way you walkin the way you talkin, can i, Can i get your digits are you with it, I see you killin it you and your girlfriends
Feel you?re the one I?m burning up inside I feel the heat keep bugging me Tonight is right Chorus (lead vocals Adrienne) Twist are bodys up to see Hot
I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin
don't like me But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin 50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you
like its hot, get to workin' that back Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang Let me see it go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang Can you
hot in heat The red moon risin' Over you and me [Chorus] I never believed we would meet again Start it all over till the very end Gimme velvet touch
buried my heart into the deapest seas when the blood runs cold i feel hot in heat the red moon risin' over you and me i'm lookin' at you i'm lookin'
Shake-shake the room, boom-boom-b-boom You think you're ballin, don'tcha? (Yeah) You think you got it, don'tcha? (Yeah) You think you made it, don'tcha
thought you knew Killarmy's a congregation of niggas that'll murder you We talking prime time, no bells ringing, never heard of you But if I died, and you
Bomb you with the 9 llama, you'll live if you're lucky I'll crack you, like the dutchie, then I roll You vested up, but from the neck up, you ass out
it You took my tape home, put it on but couldn't fit it You wouldn't admit it, but you bit it You tried to swallow it but couldn't follow it, you shouldn
You know I run through them papers quick You know I rock them glaciers sick Chilling waiting for these shares to clear I'm the only hot bich you gonna hear this year You
now I'm spawnin' 'em A new breed of poontang and now I'm flauntin' 'em On the boulevard hard, touch my girl get scarred This pimp thang - got me holdin' heat
