Touch Down (feat. Stefflon Don)

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Yo, let me touch down

Let me touch down for a sec

Calling me a star when I go on a track

Feel me get paid with a check

Can't find a place that don't know me

Can't find a site that don't show me

I know many that wanna be me

But they can't be me cause I'm way too on it

Own it

Way too good when I'm owning

Hundred mil cause I'm owning

Shut up man and stop moaning

I break bread and when I eat

Indirect with a tweet, if you wanna have some beef

Control, alt and delete

Sign out and don't Tweet

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Everybody mad when I pull up in my party

White girl switching and I know they pimping

Anyway back to the mic

Yeah, ain't nobody anal

But ain't nobody messing with a rapper

They ain't got my line season

And I notify hold up, wait a minute

White boy race if you know you going in it

Backstroke like we tryna find some line though

Keep the fingers on it

While I'm scrolling through your drama

Hold up, wait a minute

Where you come from?

Not too far from Edmonton

Eastside London

If you ever get jump on

Big butt ever get grabber

Eng' loving man, and working matter

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We so elite, you don't rate that

Aim for tough, you won't get that you won't get that

Copy cats don't make it far

So take chances, au revoir

Adios, sayonara

Fuck you I'll make the drama

Start a scene, queen fit

Threesome with the main chick

Threesome with your main bitch

Then go Waka Flocka with a choppa, choppa

You done done it better than the other brothers

Other ****'s shooting and I ain't talking cannons

Then I pull up all up on my shit

But the swagger so coco it come in like Smiths

How dey wanted lit when it look like an orphan

Killing these bitches like teenage abortions

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