50 CENT

50 CENT - Just A Touch (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Yeah! It's 50!

She got a have it man she powder her nose

And you can see she was a freak I suppose

She in the telly she use all three holes

Man you know me I just go with the flow

Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit

And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top

Fast, prayin that the condom pop

That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me

Now Hollywood's been real real good to me

Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just ain't shit

In the whip she gives CPR to my dick

You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick

This role play I'm really gettin into this shit

In the telly on all fours I'm ridin that horse

Screamin WOO HA! till my voice is lost

Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss

My dick XXL you can call me The Source

You can lie 'bout my performance and give bad reviews

A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes

Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused

Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true

They say I do things that I never ever do

On the radio, they say me and you a item

Nas fall in love with hoes me I just like 'em

I can't be your man Paris head game great

And Eve's usin dildos on her sex tape

Ashanti's lil' ass butt naked in the truck

These bitches is poppin off why would I tie myself up

At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit

Other niggaz saw it but I felt she showed me it

Times is hard in the yard baby this is real shit

My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick

It's Paul Wall Baby

I'm a let you know what it do, you know what I'm talking about?

I've give these bitches the pipe

They take a puff and they addicted for life

Gon' kiss the mic, but baby girl just don't bite

Hitting whores from the back, it's more addicting then crack

That's why I'm fucking every night and skeeting nut on they back

I'm addicted to groupie love, ménage three ain't new

I treat these boppers like my music; all I want is to screw

So when I come through, you know I'm armed with both straps

One filled with hollow tips, the other in the gold pack

You could call me "Southern Slaughter" when I beat a bitch out

It's like war under them sheets, I leave these whores shell shocked

I have them sitting sideways, and walking sideways

Beat it up and skeet it up and leave they mind in a daze

I'm a professional ladies man, player at leisure

Hit it twice and she might fuck around and start having seizures

Whores tell me I'm the champ, they got they eyes on my prize

My track record tells that all this all truth, no lies

I'm Paul Wall baby

She got a have it man she powder her nose

And you can see she was a freak I suppose

She in the telly she use all three holes

Man you know me I just go with the flow

Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit

Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera

You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah

It's on you got the water in the tub

Wanna get in the tub, ha ha ha ha

She got a have it man she powder her nose

And you can see she was a freak I suppose

She in the telly she use all three holes

Man you know me I just go with the flow

Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit, and it's on

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