TOUCHDOWN Lyrics

Little cutie mamacita Finna rundown

See the ball in my court now

Little cutie mamacita wanna rundown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Not saying she a feen but she call me on the regular

Blowing up my cellular , raising up the decibels

Shawty turned a fan and she wanna get familiar

With the way I slang these words vowels these syllables

They say you eat what you are

My cuisine is the best

Won't repeat anymore

Ain't no point to attest

Celine and Dior

Have the finest fragrance

Febreeze the oh-door

Make it smell like success

Little cutie mamacita Finna rundown

See the ball in my court now

Little cutie mamacita wanna rundown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Said it's all in the wrist

Backhand when you on it do a split

Bad man yea I'm wanted for the Dick

Certified undercover I'm bout to hit another lick

My trashcan yea we always been in synch

Making Mona Lisa's when we scribble with the pen

Take ya wife and treat her to some liquor, weed, and Dick

Shout out to Brotherz Grymm when we inking at the pad

Little cutie mamacita Finna rundown

See the ball in my court now

Little cutie mamacita wanna rundown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Your man says that he smokes tree

But….you know that's block work

Always blowin up my phone like it's clockwork

Then she on me some more make the cock work

Any time of the week host a concert

Make a bitch scream sing loud hit them high notes

Like Mariah, in an opera

Bust the Cannon cause the pussy like a geyser

Little cutie mamacita Finna rundown

See the ball in my court now

Little cutie mamacita wanna rundown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Hi there baby welcome to the show

I got a couple things make you bend and touch ya toes

Sonic with the rings drop the cash I gotta go

You keep with that routine and ya Booty gonna grow

Gotta run another check before my cabbage getting low

Double check leave my baggage at the door

What's to get I'm just young with lots of flows

Ain't nobody do it better yea that's all you gotta know

Gotta run another check get my money out the door

Gotta run another bag check my pockets hide the dro

I got a

Big plan turning necks give 'em whip lash

Trips bags all the finest things in this land

Missed chance so they try to run the distance

Big laughs I'm to fly to ever midland miss land

Little cutie mamacita Finna rundown

See the ball in my court now

Little cutie mamacita wanna rundown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown Had to go and score a touchdown

Had to go and score a touchdown

Now she wanna go and fuck now