Touch Down 2 Cause Hell Lyrics By HD4President. I touch down to cause hell Touch down to cause hell Touch down to cause hell Turn up on these n^^gas, I been runnin’ up a bag now Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my a^^ now I can hit your ho and I ain’t gotta put my MAC down.
Touch Down 2 Cause Hell Lyrics
Baow, baow, baow
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
I say hold up
Shawty smokin’ zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
N^^gas muggin’ stupid, lookin’ crazy like they know us
You ain’t got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but b^^ch, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some bo^^y, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my n^^gas rollin’ Backwoods, they don’t f^^k around with Swishers
I been f^^kin’ on his b^^ch, I just was f^^kin’ on her sister
Leanin’ off the juice, b^^ch, I got Wock’ up in my double cup
Baby gettin’ money, but lil’ b^^ch know you can’t f^^k with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it’s up with us
P^^sy n^^ga, you ain’t ’bout that s^^t, so what you buckin’ for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f^^k with 54, that swim team, they gon’ dive
I said b^^ch, don’t turn me down
It’s up, no comin’ down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b^^ch on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f^^k 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these n^^gas, I been runnin’ up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my a^^ now
I can hit your ho and I ain’t gotta put my MAC down
I been f^^kin’ b^^ches out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My b^^ch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And b^^ch, I’m rollin’ like a train, hollerin’ choo-choo
I’m retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain’t do no play, but 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 (HD)
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b^^ch on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f^^k 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once
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