Touch Down Lyrics by Shoreline Mafia, OHGEESY, Fenix Flexin
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Touch down M.I.A. in the sunshine state
Jet skis or bad hoes, man I love the whole place
Touch down LA, bitch run the whole state
Why I get a lot of love, give a fuck about hate
Where I make a lot of fun, switch a whole lot of weight
And I fuck with every hood from day, go to the bay
All the hoods east coast to the east of LA
We don’t ever press pause, niggas only push play
Touchdown with a home in your city tonight
With a bitch looking pretty in the titty, sit right
I ain’t trippin’ off a nigga, got the Blicky, alright
Yeah, got the Blicky, alright
Touchdown with a home in your city tonight
With a bitch looking pretty in the titty, sit right
I ain’t trippin’ off a nigga, got the Blicky, alright
Yeah, got the Blicky, alright
Used to riding buckets, now we hopping out of Porsches
I shot him, I got blood on my forces, we torched him
Drakey with the wood, got him running like he forest
Nigga floor it, got 12 on our dick cause we imported
We got dope up in that kitchen and that yeah, come imported
In that yeah, come imported
Dope up in the kitchen and that yeah, come imported
Yeah, from Columbia
10 bad bitches in the room and we running them
Me and Fenix Flexin and we gon’ have some fun with them
Every young nigga in my hood gotta get on them
Five blitz with a switch, they all got a drum in them
Four cell phones and I don’t answer none of ’em
Three freak bitches saying daddy can I come in up
Two more I can’t do I can’t get enough of it
One zip left but I started with a ton of em
Ayy one shot of two shot of three shot of four
Kick that front door make you niggas get low
Acting tough on the internet where life you a hoe
Real gang members bitch you sticking to the code
ayy real tricks To the Glock go in my clothes
I ain’t never By myself chop go where I go
you ain’t Fuckin’ with the kid, you can’t flow how I flow
We ain’t trippin’ on a bitch, cause a hoe gon’ be a hoe
Touchdown with a home in your city tonight
With a bitch looking pretty in the titty, sit right
I ain’t trippin’ off a nigga, got the Blicky, alright
Yeah, got the Blicky, alright
Touchdown with a home in your city tonight
With a bitch looking pretty in the titty, sit right
I ain’t trippin’ off a nigga, got the Blicky, alright
Yeah, got the Blicky, alright
Touchdown in your city, I got blicky with me
When you sellin’ Mandy, yeah, you know you gotta keep it
Like I’m at a Tommy Burger, everybody know I need chilly
Nigga, make that wrong move, get my mans when that heat spillin’
I ain’t fuckin’ on no bitch with no money on it
If she ain’t got no bag for me, then she done, yeah
We’re tryna get a nigga chipped like a (?)
Chopper got a drummy on it, spillin’ out a Honda
Make it good to the click, then we outta there
I don’t want no pussy, I’m tryna get up in her purse
I ain’t worried about who lookin’
Nigga play, I’m gon’ burst
Drop skeezy, get sleazy, we gon’ take him to church
She tryna wipe a nigga nose, knock her face off
Why I swear I hate them niggas like I’m Ada?
I ain’t even playin’ games, but you know he finna play ball
When you trip in my pocket, I got Blicky in the 8-bar
Touchdown with a home in your city tonight
With a bitch looking pretty in the titty, sit right
I ain’t trippin’ off a nigga, got the Blicky, alright
Yeah, got the Blicky, alright
Touchdown with a home in your city tonight
With a bitch looking pretty in the titty, sit right
I ain’t trippin’ off a nigga, got the Blicky, alright
Yeah, got the Blicky, alright
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