DreamBoys - Touch It

Whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do
Like a bad ass kid, I'm bouta fuck some shit up
All the boys wanna hit like I'm rolling up a dutch
I'm too new, I’m elite, who the fuck is such and such
Fuck them basic ass bitches, they can’t stand next to us
Niggas just wanna touch, stacked up like a buck
Wanna put it in my gut,an asshole like Trump
Got that work in my trunk, keep my hand on the pump
If you wanna press yo luck, the Baddest Blasian wanna fuck
Chain and bolts, lets lock the doors
It’s demon time, I’m snatching souls
Spinning, gave him vertigo
He wanna see me touch my toes
Hold on baby boy cause you're making a mistake
You gotta touch it here, if you wanna hear yo name
He tryna slide up on it, touch it, own It
Birds and bees, got drip like honey
Crave and need, knew what he wanted
Treat the cheeks like his opponent
I can feel the beating, while I’m gripping on his chest
Boy I can make yo heart stop, betta know I am the best
Let me welcome to my planet, a life with high status
I gotta Hispanic, talking mannish, freaky Spanish
Flying lavish, hoes be spazzing
And he got the Midas touch so you know I had to bag it
He wanna touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Yo old bitch ain’t have shit
Anything I want I grab it
Where the ice to my patek
Need a nigga with hustle habits
Booty good so that's my addict
Hands all on me on my body, One night only
Don’t tell me, gotta show me
Wanna know me, get to know me
Stay pulling on these jeans
Tryna feel all in between
Got him rippin at the seams
Like I'm fighting off a Fiend
Blushing, blood rushing
Kawasaki, dune buggin
I ride em Harley, straight thuggin
Start em up and then duck em
These niggas pressin, no buttons
Stay on the clock, time is crunchin
I call the stops, when I’m going
Cause I been running ra-runnin
Steady increasing my fundin
I keep it boss, that’s 100
Now make It pop, like perussions
Blasian go ape on the front end
Knick knack, Patti wack
Ooh he wanna break my back
Like bend and snap, a rat on the trap
He eat it like a snack, my sugar smacks is crack
I'm everything you lack, you better check the facts
I'm this and that, my ass is fat
My bank account is bigger than that
An AMEX to match, ain't got no cap
Where’s the niggas that swing that bat
I think he wants to know the antidote
Bussin shots I'll send them down your throat
Clips got weight, we keep a Heavy Load
Stand back baby, cause I’m about to blow
I’m young and I’m boujie
He always cum oohey gooey
He wanna bust in my booty
I’m on his tongue and I’m chewy
I’m lots of fun so excuse me
It’s how I slide through the groupies
You wanna act like you know me
I’m only here cause I’m horny
You know yo nigga wanna touch it
You know yo nigga wanna touch it
You know yo nigga wanna touch it
You know yo nigga wanna touch it

Written by:
Kalon Suggs, Troy Taylor

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