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sneakbo – touch ah button lyrics

[intro: vybz kartel]
y-yo shawn storm…
before you corn dem, just warn dem

hear wha’ me a say nuh, you cyan bad me up
hear wha’ me a say nuh, you cyan rough me up
hear wha’ me a say nuh, you cyan drape me up
a that me a say…
oh!

[bridge: vybz kartel]
me nuh ‘fraid of no bull buck, no duppy conqueror
go fi your army, go fi you tanker
go fi your – (awoh!)
go fi your – (awoh!)
go fi your huggies, go fi your pamper

[verse 1: sneakbo]
sneakbo, let me show you the wave
gunman fam i don’t play games
badman now i’m out on a rage
i roll out then lock off the rave
when i ride no phone, you can’t get me
no ping ping n0body don’t text me
j.kid soon cruise in the x3
i call dutch if a don try vex me
sneak-to-the-bo, i’m well known
i bang bang and i still get doe
i went jail f-ck feds i’m home
you know, i ain’t bait on the roads
i’m sorry, ‘scuse me shorty
what you doing cos i wan have a party
gg and the southside barbies
rip bras then mash up the nanni
vicious .44, locked in the house
bare fat corn make your brain fall out
still g.a.s. try come round town
when me m.kizzle and dank be about
fall back, and don’t chat
it’s gunshots for them paigon yats
i like girls with an african back
jetski gotta dagga-dagga-dat
i’m badder than bad, i’m mad
innocent, why they wan lock mags?
cl!ck clack, mad h, lil shak?
stressed out bill a zoobie kick back
how ya mean? how ya mean? how ya mean? how ya mean?
it ain’t calm we don’t squash no beef
bally on my face four fizzy in my jeans
i’ll turn these batty boy r.i.p

[hook: vybz kartel]
come touch me nuh, touch a b-tton nuh
come touch me nuh, touch a b-tton nuh
come touch me nuh, touch a b-tton nuh
anuh weh you come from, a weh you goin’ go (mhmm!)
come touch me nuh, touch a b-tton nuh
come touch me nuh, touch a b-tton nuh
come touch me nuh, touch a b-tton nuh
mi nuh care weh you come from, enuh
awoh!

[verse 2: political peak]
political let me show you the wave
that car music is only for the raves
birmingham girls and my london babes
they try n keep calm if you dont want the rage
yo babes, come cruise
i’mma splash all the gwop from the movies
lets head out to nandos, yam some food
back to the room, bac-back to the room like
boom bada boom boom boom bye bye
come round here and your pum pums
calm in the evening rage in the night
ratty wan sp?? in station to ride
like dons wan come let dead pum fly
i be in the dads n my young g’s side
hars, ratman, peak and megs
i just linked ratman, he smashing out z’ds
but babes, you wan come to my bed
im a red bull then you ride for my (ride for my)
i ain’t in love nah im maddin my end
i your piece when i step in your reds
fall back be calm you dont wan see this long firearm
rifle it be longer than my arm
i ain’t deaded no beef like a farm
im sicker than sick, they call me a pr-ck (why)
becah dregs thought my mans strict (haha)
and now he can’t get her back cus shes whipped
she be giving me credit like a chip
thats right nothing ain’t great (nah it ain’t)
free mags, free cl!cks free h
free shad they got him locked in a cage
innocent dons so they soon buss case

[verse 3: jj]
yeah yeah str88 cash im on a new wave
its getting peak so i wanna pop a new gauge
you girl wan tie me up like shoelace
now my d-cks in your girls mouth like tooth paste
but your two faced tells like a big maze
so dont be p-ssed if your heads where the sticks babe
you better duck down and run for your life
or ill be running at you like i know im j
f-k feds and f-ck the law
yo ill them pigs like a round of applause
and i have my young youts all around the door
go make a maxim like the guy out the corps (haha)
im g-ssed up please dont try me
i wan buss so p diddy come sign me
i wan be on the stage with wiley (who)
katy, mariah and kylie ( thats right)
yo babes you wanna jump in my audi
you look cold an the sky looks cloudy
you can’t just cotch on my couch b
cus your good and your far from frowzy
in the rave bare yats in the corner
they be like j do you wan get warmer
i be like come rub up come me
she a jump on my d-ck like a bungie jumpy
she ma climb up on my like a crazy monkey
got the cheese in the rave all smelling funky
dont you know you got stars in your carpet
str88 cash mixtape let em blast it
got girls on me it ain’t started
str88 cash fresh money where the hardest
i wan blow up real quick thats my target
you(you you) get boxed down to ratiz

- sneakbo lyrics

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