Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Touchdown , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Touchdown |
| Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch |
| Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this |
| Keep it plain, only factory can touch this |
| Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick |
| It’s a scope on the AR like we hunt shit |
| Fuck rap, I’ll get back on that one shit |
| This my life, trill spill, I don’t stunt, bitch |
| Touch down, every town, we don’t punt, bitch |
| Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'? |
| Live a thug life, I should tat it on my stomach |
| Key to this shit gettin' money, stayin' humble |
| Ten bitches with me, finna have a Royal Rumble |
| Ayy, ten niggas with me and they all about some paper, nigga |
| Better be cautious in the water, alligator city |
| I was bein' patient, never hated, yeah, I waited, nigga |
| All towards the paper, these days, conversations different |
| Ayy, Murda on the beat |
| Baby Draco on the seat, man, it’s murder in the street |
| Need a sports agent, thirty-thirty on the sleeve |
| Dick-suck niggas tryna join a nigga team |
| Where was you? |
| I was in the gym all night tryna get this shit together like I hoop |
| Livin' proof |
| I was workin' overtime |
| These niggas playin', I was tryna feed the crew, nigga |
| Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch |
| Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this |
| Keep it plain, only factory can touch this |
| Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick |
| It’s a scope on the AR like we hunt shit |
| Fuck rap, I’ll get back on that one shit |
| This my life, trill spill, I don’t stunt, bitch |
| Touch down, every town, we don’t punt, bitch |
| My up and they up, that ain’t the same |
| Took the 'Dweller off, put on a prez', this ain’t the same kit |
| I was down bad in the trap wearin' the same shit |
| Now a t-shirt cost a stack 'cause it ain’t shit |
| I don’t know how to make memes, so I make flips |
| I don’t take shit from no bitch, I’m a real pimp |
| My niggas sell cocaine and they take hits |
| Your bitch got a lot of mouth and can’t take dick |
| Used to reup with my connect once a month |
| Now I’m ridin' through the ghetto tryna 'vest this shit or somethin' |
| Call an Instagram model, tell her let’s get into somethin' |
| All a nigga do is work like I’m Mexican or somethin', yeah |
| Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch |
| Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this |
| Keep it plain, only factory can touch this |
| Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick |
| It’s a scope on the AR like we hunt shit |
| Fuck rap, I’ll get back on that one shit |
| This my life, trill spill, I don’t stunt, bitch |
| Touch down, every town, we don’t punt, bitch |
| Twenty bands, fifty bands, hundred bands, that ain’t shit to me |
| Hit your bitch with my mask on, trick or treat |
| Green beam on the chopper like a Christmas tree |
| Three diamond links on, forty cent a piece |
| You ain’t gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a G |
| Took a thousand G7s down to Tennessee |
| Big Rollie on my wrist when I lift the sleeve |
| Copped a 2020 Benz when I hit the streets |
| Make my bitch pull a bitch, I ain’t gotta cheat |
| Put them niggas out of business 'cause I got it cheap |
| Stop lyin', boy, you finished, you can’t lie to me |
| All I talk 'bout is numbers like the lottery |
| Oh shit |