Lyrics
Ooh, here I come, not what you expected
Y'all are wrecked, well, I'm wrecked
She next to her, well, I'm wrecked
Get elected prom queen on the strength of my last breath
Good heck, they get naked
I do it backstage after y'all hazed it
About three minutes, so I count them back seconds
I got sex, it's begging to make me breakfast
When it pegs to Texas, feast to egg to eggs
Miss ass and exes make them all the senses
Girls, again, I'm racist
Ain't nobody can do what I do
Can't have what I have
Can, but I have untouchable dopamine
If all the girls need love, too, then I get some raps
I feel like Maxi Pad, Magic and Lax
It's just some crazy spark I always had
Y'all gonna feel like Chris Colobus when you discover me
Under the covers, undercover and reverie readily
I'd say, I was bigger than Jesus
Save the formal apology for my anthology on Regis
Stand-off, hands off, the princess recessing y'all
Fresh air in the game, hands off, she's untouchable
Untouchable what, untouchable what
Untouchable what, untouchable
I'm the finest of the best
And if that don't make sense
Who cares, look at how I dress
And if that don't make sense
I'm gonna talk about you in past tense
And if that don't make sense
Fuck you, I'm gonna go smoke a cent
Don't sort of fight with me
I don't care, I'll bite your cheek
Get in your shit like blasphemy
Impossible to compete with me in prophecy
I'm gonna own everything like I was an apostrophe
Number one on billboard
A regular, just me prophecy
To heck with ya
I'm kicking on sack with us
To all my competitors, so I can range
Don't give a what if I'm strange
Come up to my room, D'Angelo
Have fun to bite your abdomen, what?
Have fun, crush your lyric leaner
Now economists with big puns
Wrong, never outdone
Shining charisma, my only one
Star cannot shine and that's the sun
And it's a big one
Stand-off, hands off, the princess recessing y'all
Fresh air in the game, hands off, she's untouchable
Untouchable what, untouchable what
Untouchable what, untouchable
I got a vision, itching to be in a position
Invading domes and homes like a religion
Inquisition, juxtaposition
Let's fuck, you pick the position
Holding the front of the fridge, banging the bitch in the kitchen
Diamond in the rough, I'm rough on the diamond
Gotta be nice if you want it in the hymen
If you an MC, you better be nice when you're rhyming
And if you get me a seltzer
You better have a lime in them
Memorize the name of the superstar
Open your big mouth, don't leave you about to go raw
On the ones, twos, threes, and fives
No 12 hundreds, I got 12 thousands
And I mean guys, easy on the eyes
I can't lie, I get high
From right to you know what, I'm tight
What a lady, what a night, whoo
And if you think this song is through
There's a touchable part two
Untouchable in the faux-faux
Untouchable, you know I got more
Untouchable, and that's how we roll
And that's how we roll
And that's how we roll, and that's raw
Untouchable in the faux-faux
Untouchable, you know I got more
Untouchable, and that's how we roll
And that's how we roll
And that's how we roll, and that's raw
Untouchable in the faux-faux
Untouchable, you know I got more
Untouchable, and that's how we roll
And that's how we roll
And that's how we roll, and that's raw
Untouchable in the faux-faux
Untouchable, you know I got more
Untouchable, and that's how we roll
And that's how we roll
And that's how we roll, and that's raw
I'm untouchable
That- that-that-that I'm untouchable
That- that-that-that I'm untouchable