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touchdown - perfect timing media group lyrics

[intro]
i’m the youngest richest n*gga, turn my city up (ayo, saint)
i’m the youngest richest n*gga, turn my city up (d*mn, cheme, how’d you do that?)

[chorus]
and i’m the youngest richest n*gga, turn my city up
i got two hundred thousand hours in this bentley truck
and i just stopped at citizens, go pick one*fifty up
and i just sent her on a flight, pick her titties up
and i ain’t sign my deal yet, but i’m still rich
when i look inside your eyes, i see real b*tch
n*gga, you act like a cop, you just like will smith
i got murder on my mind, and i can’t feel sh*t

[verse]
whenever i see that rappin’ n*gga, i’ma score today
quarter million in all hundreds, look like 40k
she likes settin’ n*ggas up, i told her, “call my phonе”
i’ma give her five racks, and tеll me when he home
it ain’t about no money, i don’t give a f*u*c*k
i just scored a touchdown, odbj
in a lamborghini truck with my drac’ on
i bet her neighbors know my name, like i’m trey songz
n*ggas think i fell off, i’m still gettin’ paid
i’ma aim this b*tch at his chest, i’m tryn’ hit his face
’cause i was taught to aim at his chest, if you wanna hit his top
n*ggas rappin’ like they ball, and they really not
[chorus]
and i’m the youngest richest n*gga, turn my city up
i got two hundred thousand hours in this bentley truck
and i just stopped at citizens, go pick one*fifty up
and i just sent her on a flight to pick her titties up
and i ain’t sign a deal yet, but i’m still rich
when i look in your eyes, i see real b*tch
n*gga, you act like a cop, you just like will smith
i got murder on my mind, and i can’t feel sh*t

- perfect timing media group lyrics

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