Don’t Touch Songtext
von Lil Tracy

(Le-Le-Leesta)

Eighty racks worth of clothes in my closet
I don′t even have a deal
I can't explain how this cashmere feel
Tracy pulled up in some brand new wheels
Don′t touch, don't touch, don't touch
I got a dick, I′m not a virgin, I′ma bust
Don't touch, don′t touch, don't touch
I′ma say it one more time, don't touch (Touch)


I fucked a Christian bitch, I made her cuss (Oh my God)
Christian Dior bag, I don′t think you can afford that
Nigga I'm dripping, I survived the flood
I swear she got a porn ass, I might have to record that
Yeah, these VVS's, yeah, they glistenin′
Yeah, my GPS is to your bitch crib
Shout out to my ex, I wouldn′t be shit
If you didn't break my heart and make me a demon
(Thank you, lil′ bitch)
Let's just get it straight, all my bitches bi (Straight up)
All these niggas hatin′, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Ay-ay-ay)
All these bitches waitin' for me to save their life
I can′t do that unless you change my mind (Okay)
I think I'm Paris Hilton, let's go shopping
I don′t drink no Hennessy, I drink Sake
I swear I love brain, I′m a zombie
Keep my eye on these niggas, I'm Illuminati

Eighty racks worth of clothes in my closet
I don′t even have a deal
I can't explain how this cashmere feel
Tracy pulled up in some brand new wheels
Don′t touch, don't touch, don′t touch
I got a dick, I'm not a virgin, I'ma bust
Don′t touch, don′t touch, don't touch
I′ma say it one more time, don't touch