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Just touchdown in the city I'm important Trap phone jumpin in the kitchen Wearin Jordan's Got ya baby mom callin me And I ignore it Whippin through these streets And you know I gotta floor it All my niggas poppin So you know I gotta join in Hottest in my hood Say it so much I annoy them Put a beat on And you know I'm jus destroyin It Reminisce on all the times I used to flip a quarter Gettin to this paper I get plays across the border Seen em out in traffic But that nigga actin cordial Had to make a lane for myself I ain't normal All my bitches bad If she loyal gotta spoil her Listen to the story I don't wanna give out spoilers I been gettin better Treat the booth as my employer Flowin on the beat And I ain't plan on sayin sorry I been goin hard Feel like A&T Hardy Pull up to ya party Wit a red bone Barbie Guarantee I'm leavin Wit another lil shawty So many bitches I can start up a sorority Run-ins wit the law Gave me problems with authority Twelve took my brother from me That shit took a part of me Bitches missed they wave Wanna call me sayin sorry I dont no got the time For the shit I'm sorry Cause I'm up now Run up her guts for a touchdown Get in the field And we run down Takin they chains That's a first down You fumbled the bag We picked it up fast I promise we will never slow down Sluttin her out I'm so low down I been in ya hood It's a ghost town Cuttin up in traffic Wit my whip it's automatic You will never catch us lackin All these niggas really tragic Cause I really started rappin But I'm miles ahead Pussy boy think it's sweet I'll really kill em in these streets I'm never stressin over beef I'll make a call and you dead Gotta hide all this pain Cause my brother went fed Puttin pressure on my shoulders It don't get to my head Goyard bag for my wife Her favorite color is red And I ain't really worried bout it If it ain't about the bread If it ain't about the bread I ain't really f*ck wit shawty Cause she hate givin head All I really want is money I'm in love wit them bands I'm in love wit them bands I Need a all black Lamborghini Jus for me & my mans Goin 90 on the e way Wit a blunt in our hand Only thing that's on my mind Is jus to get to them bands Plus I Jus touchdown in the city I'm important Trap phone jumpin In the kitchen Wearin Jordan's Got ya baby momma Callin me and I ignore it Just touchdown in the city I'm important Trap phone jumpin In the kitchen Wearin Jordan's Got ya baby momma Callin me and I ignore it Remember when it felt like I would never see a fortune  Shit is gettin better I can pull up in a foreign Shawty always say if it ain't foreign Then it's borin All white BM The interior is orange I just really started They inferior I promise I been going fast I been feelin like a rocket Plug outta Houston Get me higher than the comets Call me little Pluto I be fuckin up these commas Fuckin up these commas Lotta people hatin on me I don't read no comments All my niggas wit me And we pull if it's problems Pull up if it's problems Man I'm really gifted Swear my birthday should be Christmas Shoot my shot at all these bitches When I shoot it at ya misses Swear to god that I don't miss it Now she tryna have my baby Tryna have my baby Niggas is fugazi Money never changed Make it look so easy Swear to god they gotta pay me And they use to hate me It ain't never phase me Even when I do her wrong Shawty always chase me Shawty always chase me Money never changed me I been goin crazy When I touchdown in the city Swear to god they gotta pay me Just touchdown in my city I'm important Trap phone jumpin in the kitchen Wearin Jordan's Got ya baby momma Callin me and I ignore it Just touchdown in the City I'm important Trap phone jumpin in the kitchen Wearin Jordan's Got ya baby momma Callin me and I ignore it
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