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letra de touchdown - ken carson

[chorus]
d-mn, you won’t believe this sh-t
i popped out and popped out with another b-tch
you can’t even tell which one i’m f-cking with
i’m a star with the stars, i ride in a rolls royce truck, the cullinan
i’m not running back, no i can’t fumble it
i just ran this sh-t up, it’s a touchdown
she ain’t want me then, bet she want f-ck now
hit that b-tch from the back with my hands up
too many racks in my pocket, i got on a belt and still can’t keep my pants up
better sit down, know you can’t stand us
i was f-cking that ho, we was standing
get straight to it, i’on do no romancin’
just like meechie, you know that i’m dancin’

[verse]
i’m a rockstar, marilyn manson
i just rocked out a show, oh yeah
i got foreign ho’s, foreign clothes, yeah, foreign cars
got a bad b-tch who want my load, i’ma put that sh-t right on her face
i just sent twenty-thousand to my lawyer, bet that young n-gga beat that case
i’m in a lamb’, who wanna race?
i’m on bullsh-t, let’s go
you was bullsh-ttin’, i was gettin’ to it, i found a whole new flow
if this b-tch think she workin’ hard, boy, i pop out with a new ho
percocet fresh out the pharmacy, woah
she wanna go shopping, attend every store
i’m in this b-tch with me and my engineer, we recordin’ sh-t everyday
i went and copped the ho brand new veneers, i swear it reformed her face
i’m tryna catch it, shawty gon’ throw me that p-ssy, she everything but my bae
paris fashion week, she slay, she fresh off the runway
i’m fresh off the explore page, i know you see it every time i pop it
boy, you ain’t nothin’ like the 0, need to stop it
everything i do these n-ggas gon’ copy
she trying magic, you still work at follies
i’ve been running this sh-t up all week
i’ve been running this sh-t up off e
just popped an x, i’m rollin’ off e
she wanna s-x, but i’m way too high for that, baby girl, i’m going to sleep
i put them louis v’s right on your feet
i put that prada, yeah, right on your coat
i rock a shark, then go f-ck on your ho
she want some more, shout out big bro
double styrofoam cup, i’m moving slow
he think he michael jack’, i’m jo’
you might not believe me, i used to be broke
[chorus]
d-mn, you won’t believe this sh-t
i popped out and popped out with another b-tch
you can’t even tell which one i’m f-cking with
i’m a star with the stars, i ride in a rolls royce truck, the cullinan
i’m not running back, no i can’t fumble it
i just ran this sh-t up, it’s a touchdown
she ain’t want me then, bet she want f-ck now
hit that b-tch from the back with my hands up
too many racks in my pocket, i got on a belt and still can’t keep my pants up
better sit down, know you can’t stand us
i was f-cking that ho, we was standing
get straight to it, i’on do no romancin’
just like meechie, you know that i’m dancin’

- ken carson

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