Daft Punk — Touch It / Technologic lyrics

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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it*
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Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my bitches be comin’from miles around
See they be comin''cause they know how the God get down
Turn it up Now you know who holdin’the throne, so gimme the crown
Niggas solutin’and tryin’to give me a pound
I don’t really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clown
Makin’the bitches strippin', throw they shit on the ground
Get low Bus
Now that’s the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the shit be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That’s when you get it, mami already know, I suppose
Turn it up Shorty wildin’and shorty open, she beastin’it out
For the record, just a second, I’m freakin’it out
While she tryin’to touch, see, I was peepin’it out
She turned around and was tryin’to put my dick in her mouth
I let her
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And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin’it and doin’it well
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin’it swell
Tryin’to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel
Turn it up Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a nigga got in they butt, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin’my cell
Can’t get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell
Get low Bus
It’s crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin’your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that’s where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit, they be on Turn it up Street niggas respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my bitches is with me, see how they singin’the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be dickin along
I let her
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The God of the black, see that I’m back
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap
For the niggaz hatin’the kid, I’m close to strap
'Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap
Turn it up Everytime I give you bang shit to knock in your whip
Nigga always do his thing, bitch lockin’the strip
Lot of mami’s is dancin’and they shakin’they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips
I let them
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