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Touch Down Lyrics

aye you know im cocaine crazy right ?
These n***** go
white dis , white dat
(quit f****** with me , white everything)
ayee lil b**** i f*** with talk bout she wanna white cat .
You know dis my city right ?
(hoe you crazy)
p**** a** n****
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a n**** going long field goal extra poing a n**** going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top like the yankees when i come past
Home run that boy out of the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good
n***** wanna try em, couple n***** from the hood
you know how that go, n***** say you dont f*** wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint f**k wit em
same n**** still owe me on a package, think a n**** forgot becuz im rappin? nah...
When i got off the road I shoot back to my town
new whips new watch f*** with me its goin down
own family hatin, n*****s looking mad, guess it be little better if a n**** was doin bad,
but momma got a smile, brother still wild i gotta get this money i just had another child,
they say im gettin fat, I guess im eatin good
20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I could went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a n**** going long field goal extra poing a n**** going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top like the yankees when i come past
Home run that boy out of the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
My city rootin for me but club owners mad cause i wont come to kick it
for under 25 bands nd u takkin it personal im juss tryna feed my mans
c u aint a real n**** so dats sumtin u wouldnt understand
but if it wasnt for my homebois and if it wasnt for my fans i would of been clicked on u b****** nd doin a quarter off n da can but imma keep on grindin nd keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand imma kill u b****** softly err time i ride pass
what da f**k make u wanna b wit me like u street as me running round here talking down b**** u aint use to b me b**** u aint use to tolt heat wit me b**** u aint use to eat wit me b**** i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo f**k a** was somewhere down da street yo fuuk a** aint no real g tell me where dey do dat at gang bangin n yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your city
m************ do anything for a check ok dats cool but dont f**k around with project pat or juicy j get yo a** whipped
On another note im da same n**** wit mo paper nd mo bigger nd wen ever im n town b**** im rite here on shady vista my jewlry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol aint nan n**** gone take nuttn my lil n***** a shake sumtn my lil n***** got mo paper my lil n***** dont even rap runnin round talk bout u got signed b**** u still livin at da trap!!!!!!

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