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
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
told you, you next to get clapped It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you You
to do with you Not the cars, no broads'll pluck him By the two in my green old school then buck him Powder blue, fuck you If you got a crew Bring 'em
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
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
'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 wan
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
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
me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me my hot self, my self be so hot Touch my hot spot
That's where you'll find me standing proud CHORUS: Playing with girls gonna get you hot Playing with guns gonna get you shot Playing with fire gonna heat you
get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up We gon' make you move, we gon' make you hot, hot Elbows above your
until you meet my glock I'ma get you make your bady rott, nigga make the party pop Nigga why not? Time's tickin on the clock aint the heat hot I'ma hit
on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline You set me on fire You set me on fire You set me on fire Yeah... You set me on fire You set me on fire You
: The heat is on for summer groove Get up and make your body move A touch of love is in the air oh, oh, oh, oh [The heat is on for summer groove] [Get
up! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot
