TOUCH ft. Foggieraw Lyrics

TOUCH ft. Foggieraw - Not Klyde

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Chorus: Not Klyde

Yeah (Whee)

She said "Is you wit' it?", I said "Baby, we up," it's up (Whee)

Hey, baby, do not touch me, I cannot be touched (Pew, pew)

I'm from the north to the west, Yeezy raised me, say what's up? (Huh)

These little rappers tryna touch me, baby, I cannot be touched (Hey, hey)

No, no, I cannot be touched (Hey), yeah (Hey), yeah

No, no, I cannot be touched

Verse 1: Not Klyde

Light mo' cup, lil' shawty from the island

High rollout, only soar on the weekend

She my cool-cool lil' sip of the high end

I had to bear it to the peak of the mountain

Top of the altar, baby, I do

All the things that God promised, I could show you

Saipan ice in her cup, baby, it's up

Had to rock her band out 'til I put up

You know I had to win the jackpot 'til I cashed out

Had to lay it all down, ain't no cash now

Pickin' through the industry, ain't no cash cap out

He said "Where do you reside?", I said "In my wife's house"

Chorus: Not Klyde

Yeah (Whee)

She said "Is you wit' it?", I said "Baby, we up," it's up (Whee)

Hey, baby, do not touch me, I cannot be touched (Pew, pew)

I'm from the north to the west, Yeezy raised me, say what's up? (Huh)

These little rappers tryna touch me, baby, I cannot be touched (Hey, hey)

No, no, I cannot be touched (Hey), yeah (Hey), yeah

No, no, I cannot be touched

Verse 2: Foggieraw

I usually don't get nervous as a rap superstar

An African prodigy like the sons of Jafar

Come find 'em like me on the sun or the stars

But to finally find a broad like you? My God

Ooh, my God, ooh, ooh

I got the holiest of spirits, it's been fightin' all along

Got a virtuous conviction not to write it if it's wrong

I'm still an independent shorty on the rest of my songs

And I did what I had to do, I'm justified, uh

Lil' white shawty said a favor album justified

Had to keep my faith like a mustard size, uh

Blessings when He rise, if He die, He's immortalized

Yeah, mirror, mirror on the wall

Could you tell me who the fairest?

"It's you," it was rude of me to teach you all the slide

But I ain't teach you how to wear it, it's true

Chorus: Not Klyde

Yeah (Whee)

She said "Is you wit' it?", I said "Baby, we up," it's up (Whee)

Hey, baby, do not touch me, I cannot be touched (Pew, pew)

I'm from the north to the west, Yeezy raised me, say what's up? (Huh)

These little rappers tryna touch me, baby, I cannot be touched (Hey, hey)

No, no, I cannot be touched, yeah, yeah

No, no, I cannot be touched