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Touchdown
1,127
Hip-Hop/Rap
Touchdown was released on November 8, 2019 by #Boyz Entertainment LLC as a part of the album Professional Shit Talking
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Release DateNovember 8, 2019
Label#Boyz Entertainment LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM192

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
Lil E
Lil E
Vocals

Lyrics

(Ooh, Sav killed it)
I just dodged a fed case, I gotta crack a smile
Plug called, said he got some Cookie, I texted back, "Pound"
'Bout to smoke a quarter-pound and then break the rest down
Playin' with the dog, I need three thousand a pup now
I told promoters I need ten when I touch down
Had a dopehouse for two months, that bitch got shut down
I stopped drinkin' for a minute, I need a cup now
Told E to pour this red up and break this Runtz down
Just drunk all the drank, we on the hunt now
Invest all our money in real estate like fuck a bustdown
Just picked the cup up, it's hard to put down
Was 'bout to fuck this one **** bitch, but she was run-down
E, you mean ran down
Just popped a Percocet, I put the Xans down
Feds came in my space, I put the grams down
My ahk just wanna beef with ****, he put ham down
My lil' **** wanna kill some opps, I told 'em stand down
**** thought he was gon' rob me, but it ain't plan out
They tried to box me in, we had a stand down
Damn, I mean a standoff
Gave lil' dog a quarter-pound and he ran off
Get to talkin' spicy on the mic, cut the fan off
If you had my fingers, you would cut your hands off
I'm tired of bein' on house arrest, I cut my leg off
A hundred fifty dollars for a line when I get red off
A hundred pounds of Cookie in the car, smell like a dead dog
When I was young, ain't have no friends, that's why I'm well off
My mama bought a trick bike, I took the pegs off
When I was thirteen, I was in the trap gettin' regs off
I bought a Ruger with the pros and then I fell off
I'm 'bout to sell some big shit, cut the scale off
My white boy just asked me for a line, but I don't sell soft
I can't believe this old **** gettin' regs off
I need three hundred for a zip, where the sale off?
Told him meet me on Detroit Street, got my cell lost
Drove all the way to the D, damn, my cell gone
One of 'em sent a location, I don't talk on phones
Put the dope in a microwave, I don't fuck with stoves
I got on sandals, cookin' dope at my ho house
You know this shit finna be good, I got my toes out
I got into it with my bitch and broke her whole mouth
You got into it with your bitch, she put your clothes out
When I was young, I went skatin' 'cause the hoes was out
I pulled the strap out on the rink and made 'em roll bounce
He told the police where we trap, they searched the whole house
Mortal Kombat, I beat his ass, then snatched his throat out
.308 Bullet, this bitch'll go through four houses
Me and E just smoked a zip, it matched four ounces
****, all my Crips slap just like dopehouses
Only weed gettin' served out of here ain't no dope out it
The plug cut the power off, we had to dope out it
The police hit the crib two times, we bought some more houses
This bitch said she got some coke, I fucked the blow out her
I told her that I misplaced the shit, she gave me more ounces
Just left the doc, went to the pharm' and got some more narcotics
Just went and got my mama car, she let me serve up out it
My big cousin arsonist, he like to burn up houses
Can't believe my auntie a fiend, she like to burn up ounces
Forgot who I was talkin' to on the phone, almost served my mama
Woke up with some cake and some syrup, not no angel mama
Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Eric David Terrell
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