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lirik lagu touchdown – glockboyz teejaee

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
so many real n*ggas done died just from f*ckin’ ’round with fake
so many rich n*ggas in jail just for tryna get some pape’
i’m in the 580 benz, this ain’t the kind of car that you race
i’m downtown runnin’ through lights, gettin’ head while i’m facin’
i’m feelin’ like i won a ring, today, we poppin’ bottles then
she let me f*ck, but she ain’t suck the d*ck, i told her, “baby, not again”
i was really just doin’ sh*t, i already f*cked her friend
first time my mama seen me with that gun, she told me tuck it in
this that big body benz, you see me swervin’
that ho bad, but i heard she ain’t got no money, i’ma curve hеr, yeah
ain’t know the game whеn she met me, i made her learn it
my young n*gga tryna catch his third body, he determined
house big, the bed came with some stairs, that b*tch huge
i just got the carpet cleaned, when you come in, take off your shoes
i don’t really play no games, you play with me, then you gon’ lose
like a lunch lady at your high school, i sell food, yeah

[chorus: glockboyz teejaee]
touchdown, we just scored, call the plug for some more
i been runnin’ up them bands, brodie just got off of tour
t*shirts, they off*white, you grab one, i need a quarter
and if i let you hold some money, i’m gon’ need it in the morning
touchdown, we just scored, call the plug for some more
i been runnin’ up them bands, brodie just got off of tour
t*shirts, they off*white, you grab one, i need a quarter
and if i let you hold some money, i’m gon’ need it in the morning
[verse 2: babytron]
i know you hear the foreign roarin’, snorin’
crack a seal, take a four and pour it, floor it
we just left the opps’ block scorchin’
y’all be milkin’ everything, nonstop forcin’
this b*tch listenin’ to sk!lla, now she think she gorgeous
went and finally earned a stripe, now he think he horsin’
sh*t, he finally found a pint, now he think he scorin’
babytron don’t lose, sh*t, he think he jordan
pull up to they spot, zip my hoodie to the top
put it in the pot, spin your wrist ’til it lock
could’ve been elementary, p*ssy boy, you still an opp
why you sittin’ on your ass? do you want a mil’ or not?
if the hills had eyes, they’d see unky trappin’
turned a half into two like, “this sh*t must be magic”
if you ask why they starvin’, they’ll say, “’cause we fastin'”
and i don’t really like to cap
you can roll your own weed, i don’t really like to match
leave earth for three months, pop up on ’em like, “i’m back”
one*on*one with my b*tch off a ‘yerc, kyla pratt
b*tch said i’m actin’ high, sh*t, i’m too high to act
bags, bags, bags, bags, catch me at the luggage claim
i don’t hit the strip, but when i do, i’m lettin’ hundreds rain
you ain’t even have a hundred ones
keep on playin’ like you with some demons, i’ll summon some
you would think my shooter’s name primo how he run and gun
yeah, i went to college, but was ballin’, that’s a one*and*done
[outro: babytron]
would’ve been a one*and*done
sh*ttyboyz, dog$hitmilitia, long live $cams

- glockboyz teejaee

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