CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Touch Down 2 Cause Hell (Bow Bow Bow)
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
N***as muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but b*t*h, 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 n***as rollin' Backwoods, they don't f**k around with Swishers
I been f**kin' on his b*t*h, I just was f**kin' on her sister
Leanin' off the juice, b*t*h, I got Wock' up in my double cup
Baby gettin' money, but lil' b*t*h know you can't f**k with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it's up with us
Pu**y n***a, you ain't 'bout that sh*t, so what you buckin' for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f**k with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive
I said b*t*h, don't turn me down
It's up, no comin' down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b*t*h 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**k 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these n***as, I been runnin' up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my a** now
I can hit your ho and I ain't gotta put my MAC down
I been f**kin' b*t*hes out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My b*t*h expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And b*t*h, 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 b*t*h 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**k 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
N***as muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but b*t*h, 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 n***as rollin' Backwoods, they don't f**k around with Swishers
I been f**kin' on his b*t*h, I just was f**kin' on her sister
Leanin' off the juice, b*t*h, I got Wock' up in my double cup
Baby gettin' money, but lil' b*t*h know you can't f**k with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it's up with us
Pu**y n***a, you ain't 'bout that sh*t, so what you buckin' for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f**k with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive
I said b*t*h, don't turn me down
It's up, no comin' down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b*t*h 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**k 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these n***as, I been runnin' up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my a** now
I can hit your ho and I ain't gotta put my MAC down
I been f**kin' b*t*hes out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My b*t*h expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And b*t*h, 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 b*t*h 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**k 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
