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touch down - btd jay lyrics

[chorus: btd jay & kiid slim]
me and my n*ggas on the block till the sundown
and we running to the top till we touchdown
they use to laugh at a n*gga look at us now
chase that bag one day ima buy a bust down

i put my all in this sh*t i can’t stop now
they take my brother we gone blow a n*gga block down
he couldn’t hang so he f*cking with the opps now
put some clippers to yo sh*t like we finna take yo top down

[verse 1 : btd jay]
i told that b*tch i got the flava
smoking loud got me waking up the neighbors
i’m from the bottom i was told to get that paper
them n*ggas hating how i snap like alligator

[kiid slim]
roll a n*gga up i’m finna smoke him in this spliff
you know i slapped a couple n*ggas that was acting like some b*tches
put the toolie to your mouth we finna crop him out the picture
i ain’t never been a hoe so best believe that i’m that n*gga

[btd jay]
remember days just freestyling in the backseat
spent my last on drugs got sh*t running like a track meet
the way i ball so hard you’d think that i’m an athlete
tryna show off cause they was hating on me last week

they said i’m destined for this sh*t just like a got a token
cause anytime i hear a beat best believe i go in
i’m like curry in this b*tch don’t you leave me open
i want some ice all on my wrist and my neck on frozen
i’m just vibing with the zoes we don’t do no joking
zoe sh*t z’s up n*gga ain’t no hoeing

[kiid slim]
young n*gga made for this you know that i’m the chosen
like we in a marching band man we whistle toting

i put my all in this sh*t i can’t stop now
they take my brother we gone blow a n*gga block down
he couldn’t hang so he f*cking with the opps now
put some clippers to yo sh*t like we finna take yo top down

[verse 2: btd jay & kiid slim]
stormy weathers they gon come with sunshine
ain’t have to do sh*t yo b*tch gon f*ck with my punch line
that n*gga wanted beef you know we ate like its lunchtime
this sh*t for my fam so we don’t got to do no dumb crime
had to get it you know we stacking the money adding up
(yeah, yeah)
n*ggas hate it when i’m rapping so they mad for what
(b*tch, b*tch)
had to get it you know we stacking the money adding up
(yeah, yeah)
n*ggas hate it when i’m rapping so they mad for what
(b*tch, b*tch)

[kiid slim]
pull up with that choppa we gon blow you ain’t innocent
say he got a vest guess we aiming for yo ligaments
my dawg just lost his mind, so u know he getting ignorant
sliding on this sh*t i’m just trynna make a million

i put my all in this sh*t i can’t stop now
they take my brother we gone blow a n*gga block down
he couldn’t hang so he f*cking with the opps now
put some clippers to yo sh*t like we finna take yo top down

- btd jay lyrics

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