CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Touchdown

(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah

Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*t*h
Say she wanna f**k, made her suck d**k, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, n***a, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t
f**k rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*t*h
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*t*h

Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'?
Live a thug life, I should tat it on my stomach
Key to this sh*t gettin' money, stayin' humble
Ten b*t*hes with me, finna have a Royal Rumble
Ayy, ten n***as with me and they all about some paper, n***a
Better be cautious in the water, alligator city
I was bein' patient, never hated, yeah, I waited, n***a
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
d**k-suck n***as tryna join a n***a team
Where was you?
I was in the gym all night tryna get this sh*t together like I hoop
Livin' proof
I was workin' overtime
These n***as playin', I was tryna feed the crew, n***a

Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*t*h
Say she wanna f**k, made her suck d**k, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, n***a, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t
f**k rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*t*h
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*t*h

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 sh*t
Now a t-shirt cost a stack 'cause it ain't sh*t
I don't know how to make memes, so I make flips
I don't take sh*t from no b*t*h, I'm a real pimp
My n***as sell cocaine and they take hits
Your b*t*h got a lot of mouth and can't take d**k
Used to reup with my connect once a month
Now I'm ridin' through the ghetto tryna 'vest this sh*t or somethin'
Call an Instagram model, tell her let's get into somethin'
All a n***a do is work like I'm Mexican or somethin', yeah

Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick b*t*h
Say she wanna f**k, made her suck d**k, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, n***a, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt sh*t
f**k rap, I'll get back on that one sh*t
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, b*t*h
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, b*t*h

Twenty bands, fifty bands, hundred bands, that ain't sh*t to me
Hit your b*t*h 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', b*t*h, 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 b*t*h pull a b*t*h, I ain't gotta cheat
Put them n***as 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 sh*t