L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE - Touchdown lyrics

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Yeah (yeah)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (hey)

Mind (hey) mind (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind

Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal

Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score?

Tell me who's the real hoe? Baby it's official

I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle

Tell her to blow it, ain't no stoppin man, get this motherfucker poppin man

Treat it like a prostitute and I'm in the game, this strong arm robbery man

Touchdown in the endzone mean money man, better get some

Field goal, now my friends on, countin Benjamins in the real zone

What's the real score? Bitches is wantin to constantly stay on the dick

What we here fo'? To get mo', that's why we be mobbin so thick

Quick to scream out Thug Nation, put the screen on the hation

Ain't no time gon' be wastin, y'all been patiently waitin

We have them T-shirt and panty parties, bitches be doin us favors

Wanna thank ya for the flavor, you know I'm never gon' savor

What you gave up, was precious doll, you the shiznit, you put it down

I love it when you get wild, I love you screamin "Touchdown"

Put your hands in the air (bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)

Put my nuts on your chin (bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)

Now do it again and again bitch (bitch go ahead and give me somethin!)

(Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!)

What your momma name is? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)

Did she really have kids? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)

And who the fuck your next of kin? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)

(Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!)

Don't break down it ain't over, over

Don't leave now, it ain't over, feel the party gettin started girl

You flawless should be against the law, got a nigga wantin to break you off

Come here girl, take that off, that body right there was made to floss

Made for me, give Thin a piece, give Dre a shot, he rock the cock

L.D.T. make panties drop, oh you one of them kind that like to block?

Oh you like to watch? Get you some popcorn, and watch the movie

Kick up your toes, I suppose, you gon' be comin up out of your clothes

And there you go, nobody knows, behind closed do's

Freaks exposed, ladies and hoes, wanna do me right after the show

Hey, ain't nothin wrong, with a little bit of bumpin and grindin

Tell me yo' age, show me yo' license, we ain't goin out like Tyson

Better try again, we dig you too, but the main thang is cooperatin

Cause that-a way you would get some play, and it just might make yo' day

Cause the official don't blow the whistle, when you steppin out of bounds

In yo' city or in yo' town, this how it's goin down

Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal

Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score?

Tell me who's the real hoe? Baby it's official

I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle

Ay, ay, ay... ay, ay...

Ay, ay, ay... ay, ay...

Grannys, aunts, sisters, nieces

We don't give a fuck, we love dime pieces

Got me a condom, let me release this

Let me see them Victoria Secrets

Fuck the drama, you can keep it

Slide down the pole

Laffy Taffy's and Tootsie Rolls

Fuck that, show me the pussy hole

I'm to the point, such a thug

And should I say, they show me love

Went to the room, straight from the club

All y'all broads can leave with us

You a good sport, and we with that

Charity baby, give back

Shower me baby, dig that?

Let me hit that, let me hit that