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YO GOTTI lyrics : "Touchdown"

Aye you know im cocaine crazy right?
These ^!$$%s go
White dis, white dat

(Quit $#&@ing with me, white everything)
A lil (*##$ i $#&@ with talk bout she want white cat
You know dis my city right?

(Hoe you crazy)
#~!!@ $$# ^!$$%


I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a ^!$$% going long, field goal, extra point a ^!$$% going strong
210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past

Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good

^!$$%s wanna try em, couple ^!$$%s from the hood
You know how that go, ^!$$%s say you dont $#&@ wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint $#&@ wit em
Same ^!$$% still owe me on a pack, think a ^!$$% forgot becuz im rappin? nah...

When i get off the road I shoot back to my town
New whips, new watch, $#&@ with me, its goin down
Own family hatin, ^!$$%s looking mad, guess it be little better if a ^!$$% was doin bad,

But momma got a smile, brother still wild, i gotta get this money i just had another child,
They say im gettin fat, guess im eatin good
20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,

Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead

I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside

Touchdown, a ^!$$% going long, field goal, extra point a ^!$$% going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart


My city rootin for me, the club owners mad
Cause i wont come to kick it for under 25 bands

And u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans
See u aint a real ^!$$% so dats sumthin u wouldnt understand
But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans

I would of been clicked on u (*##$es and doin a quarter off n da can
But imma keep on grindin, keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand
Imma kill u (*##$es softly every time i ride pass

What da $#&@ make u wanna beef wit me like u street as me
Running round here talking down (*##$ u aint use to be wit me
(*##$ u aint use to tote heat wit me, (*##$ u aint use to eat wit me

(*##$ i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky $$# was somewhere down da street
Yo $#&@ $$# aint no real g, tell me where dey do dat at
Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set

Mother$#&@ers do anything for a check, ok dats cool
But dont $#&@ around and let project pat and juicy j get yo $$# wet
On another note im da same ^!$$% wit mo paper and mo bigger

And whenever im in town (*##$ im rite here on shady vista
My jewelry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol
Aint nan ^!$$% gone take nuttn my lil ^!$$%z a shake sumtn

My lil ^!$$%s got mo paper, my lil ^!$$%s dont even rap, (*##$
Runnin round talk bout u got signed, (*##$ u still livin in da trap!


I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a ^!$$% going long, field goal, extra point a ^!$$% going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past

Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smar




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