I touch that ass? Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass? Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass Now I
can I touch that ass? Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass If I fly ya first class, can I touch that ass? Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass Now I don
Übersetzung: Rich Boy. Touch That Ass.
and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin
we under degrees That's what about rep that A-P-T's Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy Triple C's the
touch your barber miss Betty you with a bloody blade I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake Fuck bitches face is what I'm gonna do 'Cause that what white boy
The grasp who be hypecast is good That's the bird that fucked the game up Cut the head off lames and platinum niggaz, your boy done came up Got my aim
duck that i can pluck,that nigga that asked me out whoa,,hold up my nigga u must dont know i gotta get ya you told yo boy i got a big ass,but boy my
i took her to the mall that's all babygirl thats all 18 for the whole nine five for the half Came up in the hood sellin fifty dollar slabs thats all playboy thats
the Bentley car keys at Bitch I need that, bitch I need that, bitch I need that, keys at, bitch I need that, bitch I need that
touch him, don't look at him, and don't ask to take a picture [1st verse] I walks in, with that California swagger With that attitude that it ain't
(ey, ey, ey, ey) See I know how to rock the party Put your hands on that ass and spank somebody Got my hands up like somebody rob me Boy, if you got
street team Anybody who put a sticker up Anybody that passed the word bout Harlem World Anybody that kept the buzz goin Everybody that starred in
brain if you can't maintain Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy That's for sure boy and ya know boy I'll whip your ass like four boys
wanna see me shake my ass? Tell me Royce what would you do for this? So you wanna get it Right Now Well you can't touch me, you can't touch me I'm feelin
up with a Bentley and a house That's why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits And fake ass playas get a real playa hatin' 'em Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass
