Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touché, artist - Armani White. Date of issue: 20.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Touché |
| I mean if it means anything it wasn’t supposed to happen like this but |
| I guess we can just keep it going |
| Call the house again |
| Tell them that them ounces in |
| Yellow brick it, I split them o’s up |
| You ask them alpha men |
| Council doubt I’m probably not gon' amount to shit |
| It’s common sense |
| Look at all this trouble that my filthy mouth done got me in |
| I’m stankin' rich |
| Banking switched |
| Pocket tees with handkerchiefs |
| Used to see that glass half full |
| Started to drink that shit |
| Switching the litter with Brenda when I was a baby |
| Still didn’t think to pitch a philly nigga after Pac |
| They clocking Jada Pinkett-Smith |
| I’m cold |
| Papa passed a pocket snatcher |
| That mic gon' die with rings, apollo greed |
| Then rocket back up |
| 'Cause anti-virus ain’t gon' stop them |
| 80's popping back up |
| So when they hard up on the rise my bubble got to crack up |
| You went from calm demeanor |
| Call police to accomplice and follow leader |
| Nine beneath the bomber, tees |
| Or poppin' heat, yeah I believe ya |
| Honestly I doubt if they gon' drop after autumn |
| Even if I fall off I just otter box out the bottom |
| Until I’m looking like the last off |
| How the fuck I lash all |
| Silence is my last song |
| How the fuck I pass y’all? |
| 'Head of confederates at war |
| Even them veterans getting their flags tossed |
| Fasten them bulls and I’m pulling them straps off |
| Right from the belt til it’s looking like flag ball |
| Half y’all reaching out that wanna hold me back |
| These niggas can’t hold me back |
| All I want is my homie back |
| These niggas can’t loan me that |
| No these niggas keep reneging |
| Think these writtens is only rap |
| But the old me back |
| With an eight this mean it only take 16 to bring Kobe back |
| I don’t know how these |
| I told you to stop with this drug money shit |
| You got one more fucking time, and I’m taking my kids |
| And I’m leaving you |
| You keep putting my in danger |
| I’ve had enough of this shit |
| I’m done |
| You put your hands on me |
| You selling drugs |
| I’ve had enough |
| I’ve had enough |