Tshego, Frank Casino and Riky Rick - The Touch
Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, aye!
(whoo) Whoo!
These niggas can’t… (touch)
Whoa!
Whoo!
One man, bad man
You can check that shit on Instagram
I’m so high, I guess you’re safe for now
But, you know, it’s gonna be a problem when I land
When I land, I hit the dab
No killng gentleman, I’ve been the man
You’ve been fake like ‘Copy’, ‘Paste’’ and ‘Scan’
Get off my dick and niggas blow like fans
I keep it G, can’t save a hoe
I came for service, show me the holy ghost
Let me boast, she let me drown up in my hoes
Like a boat, you niggas should be taking notes
Your girl love me the most
When I’m in the all white
Twenty-five days doing alright
And if it’s war time
I know some boys that are good for some bucks
We can do this shit the whole time, nigga
Man, I can’t be (touch)
They call my phone, tryna get (touch)
When I come through, you niggas get (touch)
Wait, a nigga got the motherfucking (touch)
Man I’m too high, it can’t be (touch)
And your girl too, she wanna get (touch)
Man, I would too, he gotta be (touch)
Man, I thank God for the (touch)
Your days are numbered like a calendar
This shit too easy, who’s the challenger?
Combo practice everyday but this is not for play
I should’ve listened when they told me
Right now the whole fucking game on me
They say it’s them, but it’s me though
I might fuck around and but a kilo for Stilo
They say the money is the root of all evil
But all a nigga ever wanted was a diesel
All I wanted was a honey like Liesl
But I just need a couple mines for my people
I’m a G in the eyes of my people
Sick and tired of telling lies to my people
I’m feeling bad from the cries of my people
I play my music, fry the eyes of my people
Fuck award shows, fuck a black tie, fuck
Keep your shit, fuck it I’m that guy
Best dressed all the time, I’m that fly
Niggas still trying to catch up
Even when I die, motherfucker!
Man, I can’t be (touch)
They call my phone, tryna get (touch)
When I come through, you niggas get (touch)
Wait, a nigga got the motherfucking (touch)
Man I’m too high, it can’t be (touch)
And your girl too, she wanna get (touch)
Man, I would too, he gotta be (touch)
Man, I thank God for the (touch)
Your days are numbered like a calendar
This shit too easy, who’s the challenger?
Combo practice everyday but this is not for play
You know I’ve got the midas
Bank account never in the minus
All my niggas even got the itis
20/20 vision with the Pyrex, woah!
Life is a blessing
Had to take my shot, no Smith & Wesson
Give you a direction in these songs, I’m addressin'
Pour you some green on a salad and a dressing, Lord!
I stick to the law
Attraction and the traction in the Benz, it’s a lot
Taking out the lot
Backing out the back, that’s a ‘Bach, oh my God!
Need to get me that, no play, no pass
Man, I can’t see
The software broke, man it can’t be
My touch is a gift and I’m hands-free
Really on a vision that they can’t see
Man, I can’t be (touch)
They call my phone, tryna get (touch)
When I come through, you niggas get (touch)
Wait, a nigga got the motherfucking (touch)
Man I’m too high, it can’t be (touch)
And your girl too, she wanna get (touch)
Man, I would too, he gotta be (touch)
Man, I thank God for the (touch)
Written by:
NHLANHLA TSHABALALA, RIKHADO MUZIWENDLOVU CHIFARO MAKHADO, TSHEGOFATSO KETSHABILE
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
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