Психолог Зигмунд

Can't touch this Can't touch this Can't touch this My, my, my, my Music hits me so hard Makes me say, oh my lord Thank you for blessing me With a mind to the rhyme and to hype Do it feel good when you know you're down A super dope homeboy from the old town I'm known as such And this is the beat that you can't touch I told you homeboy Can't touch this Yeah, that's how we living and you know Can't touch this Look at my eyes, man Can't touch this Yo, let me bust a funky lyric Fresh new kicks And pads, you got it like that So you know you wanna dance So move out of your seat And get it blocked, girl, and catch this beat Let us roll in Hold on, pump a little bitch And let them know what's going on Like that, like that Cold on a minute, so make a fallback Let them know what's going on And let them know what's going on And that's what I'm doing Don't Don't Don't