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touchdown - ken carson lyrics

[chorus]
d*mn, you won’t believe this sh*t
i popped out and popped out with another b*tch
you can’t even tell which one i’m f*cking with
i’m a star with the stars, i ride in a rolls royce truck, the cullinan
i’m not running back, no i can’t fumble it
i just ran this sh*t up, it’s a touchdown
she ain’t want me then, bet she want f*ck now
hit that b*tch from the back with my hands up
too many racks in my pocket, i got on a belt and still can’t keep my pants up
better sit down, know you can’t stand us
i was f*cking that ho, we was standing
get straight to it, i’on do no romancin’
just like meechie, you know that i’m dancin’

[verse]
i’m a rockstar, marilyn manson
i just rocked out a show, oh yeah
i got foreign ho’s, foreign clothes, yeah, foreign cars
got a bad b*tch who want my load, i’ma put that sh*t right on her face
i just sent twenty*thousand to my lawyer, bet that young n*gga beat that case
i’m in a lamb’, who wanna race?
i’m on bullsh*t, let’s go
you was bullsh*ttin’, i was gettin’ to it, i found a whole new flow
if this b*tch think she workin’ hard, boy, i pop out with a new ho
percocet fresh out the pharmacy, woah
she wanna go shopping, attend every store
i’m in this b*tch with me and my engineer, we recordin’ sh*t everyday
i went and copped the ho brand new veneers, i swear it reformed her face
i’m tryna catch it, shawty gon’ throw me that p*ssy, she everything but my bae
paris fashion week, she slay, she fresh off the runway
i’m fresh off the explore page, i know you see it every time i pop it
boy, you ain’t nothin’ like the 0, need to stop it
everything i do these n*ggas gon’ copy
she trying magic, you still work at follies
i’ve been running this sh*t up all week
i’ve been running this sh*t up off e
just popped an x, i’m rollin’ off e
she wanna s*x, but i’m way too high for that, baby girl, i’m going to sleep
i put them louis v’s right on your feet
i put that prada, yeah, right on your coat
i rock a shark, then go f*ck on your ho
she want some more, shout out big bro
double styrofoam cup, i’m moving slow
he think he michael jack’, i’m jo’
you might not believe me, i used to be broke
[chorus]
d*mn, you won’t believe this sh*t
i popped out and popped out with another b*tch
you can’t even tell which one i’m f*cking with
i’m a star with the stars, i ride in a rolls royce truck, the cullinan
i’m not running back, no i can’t fumble it
i just ran this sh*t up, it’s a touchdown
she ain’t want me then, bet she want f*ck now
hit that b*tch from the back with my hands up
too many racks in my pocket, i got on a belt and still can’t keep my pants up
better sit down, know you can’t stand us
i was f*cking that ho, we was standing
get straight to it, i’on do no romancin’
just like meechie, you know that i’m dancin’

- ken carson lyrics

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