Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touchdown, artist - Lil Debbie. Date of issue: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Touchdown |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I got the juice, I got the sauce |
| Bitch, and I’m feeling the boss |
| Stick to the facts, count up the rest, I just been killing 'em all |
| Stuck to the code, out on the road, I just been feeling my bag |
| Broke all them molds, watch how they fold, all in their feelings, they mad |
| Queen in my blood and they can’t relate |
| Getting this money like state to state |
| Tipping the scale with this major weight |
| Queen of the game, I’m like eight for eight |
| Sitting back and let my haters hate 'cos all this grate I make got me living |
| great |
| Sitting back and I’m just counting racks and I’m just mounting stacks shit |
| intimidate |
| I reiterate |
| (Touchdown) |
| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down) |
| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now) |
| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out) |
| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget |
| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick |
| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit |
| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit |
| Bitch, shit! |
| (Touchdown) |
| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down) |
| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now) |
| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out) |
| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget |
| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick |
| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit |
| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit |
| Bitch, shit! |
| I got the flavor, it’s all in the sauce, ain’t no assumptions and faults |
| Bossy behavior, they lovin' the floss, broke be the bitches, we off |
| Debbie be draped in that Abloh with my eyes low |
| Ask me how hard does my drive go? |
| Murciélago |
| Pedal to metal, you ain’t on this level |
| You bitches be puppets, I’m more like Gepetto |
| My diamonds stay shining, some white and some yellow |
| I stunt on my haters, that feeling is special |
| Icy at the best so I’m cold as fuck |
| Find me some fire to roll it up |
| Still in the cut and still blowed as fuck |
| Fully reloaded, let’s blow it up |
| I be that bitch that they imitate |
| Change up the lane like it’s interstate |
| He said he need it so I let him eat it then kick his ass out, that’s a dinner |
| date |
| I be the bitch that you can’t escape |
| I’ll leave the scene then it’s yellow tape |
| Bitch I go hard when I’m in the paint |
| Debbie just hustle and innovate, bitch, I been living great |
| (Touchdown) |
| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down) |
| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now) |
| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out) |
| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget |
| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick |
| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit |
| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit |
| Bitch, shit! |
| (Touchdown) |
| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down) |
| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now) |
| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out) |
| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget |
| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick |
| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit |
| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit |
| Bitch, shit! |