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Touch Down 2 Cause Hell (Bow Bow Bow)
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Touch Down 2 Cause Hell (Bow Bow Bow) foi lançado em 1 de outubro de 2021 por Motown Records como parte do álbum To Da Max
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hd4president
Hd4president
Rap
DJ Trebble
DJ Trebble
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Williamson
Terry Williamson
Composer
Noah Davis
Noah Davis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hd4president
Hd4president
Engineer
DJ Trebble
DJ Trebble
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I say hold up
Shorty smokin' zaza out the pack I told her roll up
**** muggin' stupid lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty but, bitch, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my **** rollin' Backwoods, they don't fuck around with Swishers
I been fuckin' on this bitch, I just was fuckin' on her sister
Leanin' off this juice, bitch, I got Wock' up in my double cup
Might be gettin' money but, lil' bitch, no, you can't fuck with us
30 grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it's up with us
Pussy, ****, you ain't 'bout that shit so what you buckin' for?
I touch down at 11:45
Big old bust down and a Draco when I slide
I fuck with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive
I said, bitch, don't turn me down
It's up, no comin' down
Is that purple I smell? Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bust down on my left, I be doin' my step
Gucci all on my belt, oh
Racked up with them bales, big blunts on my scale
Still screamin', "Fuck 12"
I touchdown and cause hell, touch down and cause hell
Touchdown and cause hell, oh
Turn up on these ****, I been runnin' up a bag now
Dolce and Gabanna, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit your whore and I ain't gotta put my MAC down
I been fuckin' bitches all in Houston back to Sac-Town
Ooh, ooh, my bitch expensive so I buy her Jimmy Choo, Choo
And, bitch, I'm rollin' like a train hollerin' choo choo
I'm retarded, in the brain I got loose screws
And you know Playboy, that's my dog like it's blues clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior
Me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho and you know I'm spoilin' her
Yeah, I'm spoilin' her
Is that purple I smell? Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin' up by myself
Bust down on my left, I be doin' my step
Gucci all on my belt
Racked up with them bales, big blunts on my scale
Still screamin' "Fuck 12"
I touchdown and cause hell, touchdown and cause hell
Touchdown and cause hell
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Noah Davis, Terry Williamson
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