Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I Touch Down, artist - Lil Fate
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When I Touch Down |
Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio |
You damn right we jam |
The phone lines are ringin off the hook |
But I’m not gon awnser them cuz I don’t wanna hear shit you got say |
We gotta special guest in the house tonight |
Little Fate in this bitch, an probly in yours |
So here’s the number 1 song in the night, when I touch down, by lil Fate |
(Hook) |
Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose) |
Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz |
I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin |
We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin |
Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down |
When I touch down |
(Fate) |
When I touch down boys frown cuz girls flock around |
Lil shorty from the A-Town hit the club and buy a round for the whole place |
Girls a henny straight wit no chase |
I’m like skin deep, Bo legged and cute face |
An aggressive playa I stay abroad like 2nd base |
Gone an cuppa my nigga oops its too late |
Ya ho chose Fate guess she wasn’t ya soulmate |
I fucked her on the first date while you spoilt her for months straight |
So what is it bout Fate that got these girls attracted |
Imma NVP playa I got the game mastered |
Got girls, flippin out like gymnastics |
Gold I got carrots on my neck and wrist |
A SS impala dubbs on that bitch |
Hoes scream when I step up from parkin the whip |
I ain’t conceded dogg, I’m just confident |
Them niggas heat it cuz they bitches give me compliments |
(Hook) |
Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose) |
Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz |
I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin |
We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin |
Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down |
When I touch down |
(Fate) |
Now when the spot get shutdown fate Maude is the reason |
Mink coat V.I.P. |
in, why you standin inna long line freezin |
Holdin ya p an, ya girl whisperin come pick me up this evening |
Once you done dropped her off, just so I can knock her off |
An expose the lingerie ya just brought man |
You can’t picture my league I gotta home run stroke |
After I poke it run home to find a goodbye note |
She in love wit me folded |
Thas all that she wrote |
An she love the way I de-rub her and skid in her throat |
She a freaky ho, love the way my dick touch her tonsils |
An I get it for free thanks to niggas like you who sponsor |
Shoppin sprees, Gucci purses you purchase |
A 3-carrot ring thinkin its gon make her change no way |
Shoulda slowed ya rolls stop to think |
Ya can’t turn a ho into a wife fuck you think |
(Hook) |
Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose) |
Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz |
I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin |
We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin |
Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down |
When I touch down |
(Fate) |
That’s my girl, you dudes kill me wit your reactions |
While she in the VIP sippin up and laughing |
Yall no rank niggas don’t respect the captain |
If she hustling you then you hustling backwards |
And thas sad dogg you coulda splirred on yaself |
Stop trickin to these broads they don’t deserve ya wealth |
Yall don’t learn nothing else ain’t he the little shorty |
If ya had ya girl in line she woudnt find time to call me |
(Hook) |
Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose) |
Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz |
I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin |
We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin |
Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down |
When I touch down |
An they don’t know, about them real thrill niggas |
Down south who de runnin this shit |
An they don’t know, about them mid-west hustlers, gangstas an pimps |
An they don’t know, about them up north niggas who live ready to ride or die |
An they don’t know, bout them westside, smoked out and they stay high |
(Jazze) |
Yeah, I hear you Baby Flex, thas a hot one |
Tha phone lines are ringin off the hook, so I’ma go ahead turn my ring on |
It’s a cock market cash winnin weekend |
2000 dollars going out to the fattest pussy |
That will be going down at welcome all ball |
Chaka Zulu will be judging |
Also joined for the disturbin the peace, second annual big titties contest |
We also have a P price contest for yall niggas |
You’ll get a gold haircut to the nigga who cuff his ho the most |
This is W-J-I-V-E, oh shit go back shorty |
You know what, fuck it next song |