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big k.r.i.t. - i just touched down كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]
hey lets get it n-gga
it’s all my street n-gga, man this sh-t so soulful n-gga
i feel (?) some sh-t like this, yea i know it’s the mixtape and all n-gga
but they gotta keep it real (?) know what i’m saying?
(?)

[hook:]
i just touched down (touched down)
aye what it is shawty (yeah)
i’m going places shawty
i just touched down (touched down)
aye what it is shawty (yeah)
i’m going places shawty
i just touched down (touched down)
aye what it is shawty (yeah)
i’m going places shawty
i just touched down
just-just j-just-just j-just down
i just-just j-just-just j-just…

[verse 1:]
i just touched down in my city on chrome
working wood wheel from a yella gettin’ dome
gators on my toes, love how i’m livin’
aye tell me what i’m doing if i ain’t f-ckin’ pimpin’
i had some major setbacks but i’m still grindin’
haters love to see me down but i’m still shinin’
motivate the real and the trill to get this dough
i gotta little hustle plus i’m good with my flow
push it to the max when i steer into a b-tch
i tell her get this money, have no love for a trick
it’s all about the (?) girl, you gotta be a beast (?)
and can’t no ho around my city escape my mouthpiece
i’m something like golden, call me a mack
i put up on the track and they bring it right back
cause pimpin’ is my child (?) for miles
still block a (?) i’m a whole professional (?)

[hook:]

[verse 2:]
i just got paid, working on a slab
when y’all was watching cartoons i was peeping shafts
i’m only 18, but i’m feeled by the grown folk
hit that bobby brown but my rapping sh-t is strong though
put it in your face, every bar and every line
feeling cash like ray (?), i’m a pimp in my mind
king in my rhyme
f-ck you think different?
they call me saint nick cause my flow so gifted
i’m still hollin’ greater (?) later to my n-ggas locked up
all them ogs, and soldier (?) f-ckin’ blocks up
what’s the d-mn deal? holla at a playa
i hate a b-tch, (?) keep walking if it ain’t about paper
i’m trill in my field, down like 4 flat (?)
tires on cutthroat, s-s-r cadillac
might have (?) on the syrup i’ve been sippin’
(?) came out my momma’s womb breathing life into this pimpin’

[hook:]

- big k r i t

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