Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touchdown, artist - Cal Scruby.
Date of issue: 12.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Touchdown |
Hopping out the sprinter like a man down |
All this little Babas that I can’t stand |
I’m a good villain I’m a bad man |
I’m a good villain I’m, yea |
Get it then I spend it get it back that’s a rebate |
Belt Remy FO by 100 I run the relay |
Haven’t heard from Grizzly been calling for over three days |
That’s a red flag somebody go round the replay |
Mr Referee why you stressing me, huh |
You don’t blow the whistle while they pressing me, huh |
Ya’ll been getting greedy with the recipe, huh |
Bitches getting needy why you texting me, huh |
They see me and they creepin' |
They shallow I go deep in |
Thinks about the money rubs hands Michael Keaton |
Sipping Beetlejuice in the theater room on the weekends |
I take her out to eat and eat her out got me thinking |
Do she just want a free meal |
Show up for the refill |
The proof is in the pudding and the devils in the details |
And prolly in my bank account and somewhere in my emails |
It got my mind spinning like a chevy with the spree wheels |
I keep chopping and hopping the green goblin |
Off the bean popping like burrows in east Compton |
I’m stone cold Demi Lovato and Steve Austin |
Empty out the pocket my blockers keep blocking |
When I touch down I do my dance, ho |
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho |
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though |
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though |
When I touch down I do my dance, ho |
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho |
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though |
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though |
Nowadays nobody engages in conversation for nothing so tell me what you want |
and I pretend I give a shit |
Little shit I’m bothered by can turn your school of thought into a columbine |
Study up or fall behind of father time |
We even threw the street in the charger the Marty Schottenheimer |
Blowing on some marijuana stronger than some carbon fiber |
Shorty with me trying to jack me off until her arm get tired |
That’so big you couldn’t see the car if it was parked behind her |
(Where is your car dude?) |
I’ll take you for a ride that’s a little tangent |
You would think I’ll plant it, flip it and land it on a different planet |
Yeah I need the space just a couple days to myself for my mental health not the |
type to ask for help |
Even when It’s necessary, I swear the easiest job would be my secretary |
I’mma get that cherry red chariot that bloody Valentino like it’s February |
Taking the top off I beat the secondary |
When I touch down I do my dance, ho |
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho |
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though |
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though |
When I touch down I do my dance, ho |
Walking like a thirty in my pants, ho |
Ain’t nobody trapping out the band though |
All the bitches trapping on the Gram though |