Don't Touch - Lil Tracy

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