CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Touch Down 2 Cause Hell
Baow, baow, baow
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
I say hold up
Shawty smokin' zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
Niggas muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but bitch, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my niggas rollin' Backwoods, they don't f*ck around with Swishers
I been f*ckin' on his bitch, I just was f*ckin' on her sister
Leanin' off the juice, bitch, I got Wock' up in my double cup
Baby gettin' money, but lil' bitch know you can't f*ck with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it's up with us
p*ssy nigga, you ain't 'bout that shit, so what you buckin' for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f*ck with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive
I said bitch, don't turn me down
It's up, no comin' down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these niggas, I been runnin' up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit your ho and I ain't gotta put my MAC down
I been f*ckin' bitches out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My bitch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And bitch, I'm rollin' like a train, hollerin' choo-choo
I'm retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain't do no play, but that's my dog like it's Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior, me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I'm spoilin' her, yeah, I'm spoilin' her (HD)
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
I say hold up
Shawty smokin' zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
Niggas muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but bitch, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my niggas rollin' Backwoods, they don't f*ck around with Swishers
I been f*ckin' on his bitch, I just was f*ckin' on her sister
Leanin' off the juice, bitch, I got Wock' up in my double cup
Baby gettin' money, but lil' bitch know you can't f*ck with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it's up with us
p*ssy nigga, you ain't 'bout that shit, so what you buckin' for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f*ck with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive
I said bitch, don't turn me down
It's up, no comin' down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these niggas, I been runnin' up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit your ho and I ain't gotta put my MAC down
I been f*ckin' bitches out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My bitch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And bitch, I'm rollin' like a train, hollerin' choo-choo
I'm retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain't do no play, but that's my dog like it's Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior, me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I'm spoilin' her, yeah, I'm spoilin' her (HD)
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once
