Chords for Busta Rhymes - Touch It (Deep Remix) / AMG Showtime | TikTok

_ _ _ Shera, I don't think they're ready for this shit.
_ _ _ _ Ayyo, let me take they ass back to the club real quick.
Catch it, bring it, pay it, watch it, turn it, leave it, stop _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
format it
Get _ _ _ _ _ low, bust it, what?
Who be the king of the [E] sound?
Bust a bus, pack it, just put a [Em] lock on the cam
I hope not on the bitches, she move in [F] miles around
She be coming, must know how to _ _ gong
[E] _ Niggas still looking, trying to give me a pound
I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is class
Making the bitch, stripping, throw this shit on the ground
Get low, bust it, what?
Who be the king of the sound? _
Bust a bus, pack it, just put a lock on the cam
I [C] hope not on the bitches, _ she move in miles around
She be coming, must know how to gong
Turn it [E] up, show the volume, show the open, she be spinning out
Hold it, where you at?
She checking, I'm freaking it out
I'm [F] walking, trying to be stunky, I was peeping, nigga
I [E] keep on the ride, I'm a rider, I'm a bum, I'm a dick in the mouth, I'm a letter
That shit ring, it fade, and watch it burn, it leave, and start _ [G#] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [G#] _
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[G] Get _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F#] low, bust
And as we started, give me ringing the bell
When I [E] come, I be doing it and doing it well
Then I be with the coochie, you be making it swell
Trying to hide the smell of the sex, I'm on a show
Turn it up, and they try to walk with the stripes, don't know what could tell
How a nigga got it, _ got it, take a while like a nut, she blowing my soul
Can't get enough of that kid, I put her under my spell
Get low, bust
Got him, I be moving along
I hope you knew you about it, then get to removing your thong
I heard you been whipping back to the truck, that's where you belong
After the yet, you see the chipperonji shit that he on
Turn it up, street, nigga, just like it because my movement is strong
Cause we consistently rapping, see my money is on
All my bitches is whipping, see how they singing the song
Cause I be getting the stick and we be dicking them long
[F] Got you, bring it, [N] babe, watch it, burn it, leave it, stop
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all mad at it
The _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ guard on the block, we ceded them back
Every single time I'm not driving, this shit is a war
But the niggas hating the king, I'm close to this rap cause all these bitches need to be seen
Turn it up, every time I get you paying shit, they knocking your ribs
Come on, nigga, always [F] do a sting, bitch, locking the strip
Come on, got them mommies dancing [E] and they shaking they hips
After that, they get low, put [F] the thing on they lips, I let them
Got you, bring it, babe, watch it, burn it, leave it, stop
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all mad at it
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[C] Got you, bring it, [E] babe, watch it, burn it, leave it, stop _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [E] all _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F]
mad at it
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