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glockboyz teejaee - touchdown كلمات الأغنية

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
so many real n_ggas done died just from f_ckin’ ’round with fake
so many rich n_ggas in jail just for tryna get some pape’
i’m in the 580 benz, this ain’t the kind of car that you race
i’m downtown runnin’ through lights, gettin’ head while i’m facin’
i’m feelin’ like i won a ring, today, we poppin’ bottles then
she let me f_ck, but she ain’t suck the d_ck, i told her, “baby, not again”
i was really just doin’ sh_t, i already f_cked her friend
first time my mama seen me with that gun, she told me tuck it in
this that big body benz, you see me swervin’
that ho bad, but i heard she ain’t got no money, i’ma curve hеr, yeah
ain’t know the game whеn she met me, i made her learn it
my young n_gga tryna catch his third body, he determined
house big, the bed came with some stairs, that b_tch huge
i just got the carpet cleaned, when you come in, take off your shoes
i don’t really play no games, you play with me, then you gon’ lose
like a lunch lady at your high school, i sell food, yeah

[chorus: glockboyz teejaee]
touchdown, we just scored, call the plug for some more
i been runnin’ up them bands, brodie just got off of tour
t_shirts, they off_white, you grab one, i need a quarter
and if i let you hold some money, i’m gon’ need it in the morning
touchdown, we just scored, call the plug for some more
i been runnin’ up them bands, brodie just got off of tour
t_shirts, they off_white, you grab one, i need a quarter
and if i let you hold some money, i’m gon’ need it in the morning
[verse 2: babytron]
i know you hear the foreign roarin’, snorin’
crack a seal, take a four and pour it, floor it
we just left the opps’ block scorchin’
y’all be milkin’ everything, nonstop forcin’
this b_tch listenin’ to sk!lla, now she think she gorgeous
went and finally earned a stripe, now he think he horsin’
sh_t, he finally found a pint, now he think he scorin’
babytron don’t lose, sh_t, he think he jordan
pull up to they spot, zip my hoodie to the top
put it in the pot, spin your wrist ’til it lock
could’ve been elementary, p_ssy boy, you still an opp
why you sittin’ on your ass? do you want a mil’ or not?
if the hills had eyes, they’d see unky trappin’
turned a half into two like, “this sh_t must be magic”
if you ask why they starvin’, they’ll say, “’cause we fastin'”
and i don’t really like to cap
you can roll your own weed, i don’t really like to match
leave earth for three months, pop up on ’em like, “i’m back”
one_on_one with my b_tch off a ‘yerc, kyla pratt
b_tch said i’m actin’ high, sh_t, i’m too high to act
bags, bags, bags, bags, catch me at the luggage claim
i don’t hit the strip, but when i do, i’m lettin’ hundreds rain
you ain’t even have a hundred ones
keep on playin’ like you with some demons, i’ll summon some
you would think my shooter’s name primo how he run and gun
yeah, i went to college, but was ballin’, that’s a one_and_done
[outro: babytron]
would’ve been a one_and_done
sh_ttyboyz, dog$hitmilitia, long live $cams

- glockboyz teejaee

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