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Stylo G & Fanatix – Touch Down Lyrics

Touch Down LYRICS Stylo G & Fanatix (ft. Nicki Minaj & Vybz Kartel)


[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Young Money!
I’m in the UK
FaNaTiX

[Verse 1: Stylo G]
Just touch down inna the airport (Mm-hmm)
Tracksuit and me airforce (Mm-hmm)
All of me gyal dem love me (Mm-hmm)
All the one weh seh me ugly (Mm-hmm)
She go spot me designer (Mm-hmm)
She wan’ give me the v----- (Mm-hmm)
Everything a from London Bond Street
Nothing never come from China (Mm-hmm)
A me pop off me tag dem (Mm-hmm)
Me new Benz it a mad dem (Mm-hmm)
Everyday me a swag dem (Mm-hmm)
Loius deh pon mi bag dem (Mm-hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Stylo G]
See me no too swim me no like beach
And me too black me no like bleach (What?)
Phone no stop ring when I might reach
Even your girl wan’ try piece

[Chorus: Stylo G]
Same suh we dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Suh me dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo!
Just touched down inna the G5 (Mm-hmm)
You know I’m buzzin’ like a beehive (Mm-hmm)
We still bumpin’ to dat C5 (Mm-hmm)
Fendi prints pon mi knee highs (Mm-hmm)
Body goodie so mi mad dem (Mm-hmm)
Face pretty, me ah problem (Mm-hmm)
Everything from Paris, Milan
Straight off the runway when I grab dem (Mm-hmm)
Platinum plaques in my office (Mm-hmm)
Turned down million dollar offers (Mm-hmm)
I don’t f--- with the middle man low ranks (Mm-hmm)
I’ma only meet wit the bosses (Mm-hmm)
Si mi nuh too swim, mi no like beach
Gal dem wah mi give ’em, mi nah like teach
Ride the d--- good when mi man reach
Now your boyfriend wan try piece

[Chorus: Stylo G with Nicki Minaj]
Same suh we dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Suh me dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

[Verse 3: Vybz Kartel]
Just touched down like NASA (Mm-hmm)
Nicki pum-pum fatter (Mm-hmm)
While you deh a your job (Mm-hmm)
Your girl givin’ me a blowjob (Mm-hmm)
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Mm-hmm)
More balls than Liverpool (Mm-hmm)
Well bad dawg, we no fool
This yah Beretta yah nyam nuff n---- food (Mm-hmm)
Jah know da riddim yah sick, you see (Mm-hmm)
F--- Vicky, make Nicki see (Mm-hmm)
Me haffi represent Brixton (Mm-hmm)
Pon the bloodclaat Brit Jam, big song (Mm-hmm)
She a boom off mi hood inna the front seat
Me c--, she c-- plea head up fi it
Count G’s, bun weed, hump fee don’t come cheap
Steppin’ inna the club, nuff punk leave

[Verse 4: Stylo G]
Just touch round a di hotspot (Mm-hmm)
Have a mill inna the rack sack (Mm-hmm)
Tell Biggy seh fi lock that (Mm-hmm)
But him busy pan him what’s app (Mm-hmm)
Seh a gyal want link fi the fat c--- (Mm-hmm)
Me seh dog just maths dat (Mm-hmm)
Man a shooter me never miss so anytime gyal want back shot (Mm-hmm)
Put that money pon di table (Mm-hmm)
Meck me friends them live life dare to
Me a celebrate dem a celebrate to (Mm-hmm)
Tell ’em gyal deh fi stay to (Mm-hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Stylo G]
See me no too swim me like beach
And me too black me no like bleach
Phone no stop ring when I might reach
Even your girl wan’ try piece

[Chorus: Stylo G]
Same suh we dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Suh me dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)