Touch Me Tease Me Kiss Me Please Me Lyrics By Lil Kim. Main song words are Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl you know I’m rocking with the best fo’ pound on my hip.
Touch Me Tease Me Kiss Me Please Me Lyrics
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don’t want, none
Ni^^a betta, run
When beef is on, I’ll pop that, trunk
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a Ni^^a step on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was selling rocks when Master P was saying “Unnnh”
Buck pa^^ the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I’m banging with my hand up her dress like, unh
I’ll make her c^m, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a Ni^^a wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pro’s so low look like I’m riding on blades
In one year mang, a Ni^^a’s so paid
I have a straight bi^^h in the telly going both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, k^ss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I’m rocking with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I’m no good
Cause I’m so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cause sh^t might pop off, and if sh^t pop off
Somebody gon’ get laid the f^^k out
They call me new money, say I have no cla^^
I’m from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I’m just here to get my cash
Bougie a^^ bi^^hes, you can k^ss my a^^
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it’s like I’m riding on vogues
Hit one switch mang, that a^^ so low
Cali got Ni^^az in New York riding on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, k^ss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I’m rocking with the best fo’ pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came ‘n gotta Ni^^a fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
f^^k ’em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk a^^, stunt ‘n ya done
Homie, it’s Game time
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf^^ker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had Ni^^az like, “huh?”
Don’t try to front
I’ll leave yo’ a^^, slumped
Thinking I’m a punk
Get your f^^king head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I’m a savage
I damage
Any Ni^^a tryin’ to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
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