Представляем точный текст композиции "Touch That Ass" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Rich Boy . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Touch That Ass» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Rich Boy передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Rich Boy - "Touch That Ass"
Lyrics to Touch That Ass : (Yeah Rich Boy man Im pimpin like that) [Rich Boy:] I keep flickin these dollars girl and... you know I just got somethin on my mind... Hold on Polow man stop throwin money man let me see whats happenin wit this man [Chorus:] Its one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass' Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass If I fly ya first class, can I touch that ass' Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass Now I dont mind throwin cash, can I touch that ass' Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass' Touch her ass, yeah touch her ass [Verse 1:] Catch me on Cheetahs wit a down dick eater Standin on the block in a fresh wife beater Filet mignon, me and Polow Da Don Why they call you Rich Boy' Look at my charm Look at my bracelet and look at my arm Shakin my wrist might just start a snowstorm Up in the club and we gettin it on Poppin big bottles and spillin Patron D-Boys be the squad Zone 4 be the label Got a 645 wit the satellite cable They say I wouldnt make it but I still made it happen One point three mill and just start rappin Yeah I got a room when you suck on my dick Cause if you suck on my dick you better swallow that shit Ya young bitch, niggas still runnin they mouth [gunshots] [Chorus] [verse 2:] One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four When I leave the club I take two whores Maybe one more, back to the Doubletree Hoes wanna double me and sip bubbly Lets play a lil game, Simon Says Simon Says "why dont you give Rich Boy some head'" No lie, Im a cool dude Not tryin to be rude, just tryin to touch you Yeah, Im lookin for that super dome I aint talkin bout the field they throw the ball on Im a ball on, make that ass roll Pussy look like gold comin down that pole Got the whole club out of control Fake ballers in the bitch throwin rent money, stupid bitch I laugh at that shit, what you wanna do' I got hundred dollar bills, tens and twenties too [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Im takin my money and spendin it all All these thick girls that I wanna take home Throwin big faces until they all gone While I watch all these girls take off they thong Mr. DJ wont you turn up my song Bouncin that ass I dont see nothin wrong One bitch, two or three bankrolls Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian rose gold Take a picture of ya broad, put it in my iPod She lick it dry clean when my dick get hard Aint playin witcha baby can I get a lil grip Spend a couple chips, I break ya off a big tip [Chorus] [ Touch That Ass Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Rich Boy. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Touch That Ass» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Touch That Ass» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.