"Touch Down" lyrics
Apashe & Panther Lyrics
One day it's gon' rain on you
Doin' women, got the murder stain
Me and my niggas, we be stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', nigga
Any of you gettin high, runna block on a
Had a lotta' dough, blowin' smoke
We don't fuck, what 'em haters know?
(Tellin' 'em what we doin', Tellin' 'em what we talkin' bout)
(We [?] into this music, takes me into that [?])
Make it bounce, look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what now?
When I touch down, bust down
(Niggas goin' hate own you)
(You'll still be rainin', [?] brain on you)
These hoes dancin', they'll make you lose the dough
They're just so low, they'll make me lose my soul
I just focused, my brain is on slow-mo
I just come here to make you lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control
Any of you gettin high, runna block on a
Had a lotta' dough, blowin' smoke
We don't fuck, what 'em hater know?
Look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what now?
When I touch down, bust down
Bust down
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
What now?
Touch down
These hoes dancin', they'll make you lose the dough
They're just so low, they'll make me lose my soul
I just focused, my brain is on slow-mo
I just come here to make you lose control
One day it's gon' rain on you
Doin' women, got the murder stain
Me and my niggas, we be stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', nigga
Any of you gettin high, runna block on a
Had a lotta' dough, blowin' smoke
We don't fuck, what 'em haters know
(Tellin' 'em what we doin, tellin' 'em what we talkin bout)
(We [?] into this music, takes me into that [?])
Make it bounce, look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what now?
When I touch down, bust down
(Niggas goin' hate own you)
(You'll still be rainin', [?] brain on you)
What em haters know?
Bust down
Look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what know?
When I touch down, bust down
Bust down
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
What now?
Touch Down
Doin' women, got the murder stain
Me and my niggas, we be stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', nigga
Any of you gettin high, runna block on a
Had a lotta' dough, blowin' smoke
We don't fuck, what 'em haters know?
(Tellin' 'em what we doin', Tellin' 'em what we talkin' bout)
(We [?] into this music, takes me into that [?])
Make it bounce, look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what now?
When I touch down, bust down
(Niggas goin' hate own you)
(You'll still be rainin', [?] brain on you)
These hoes dancin', they'll make you lose the dough
They're just so low, they'll make me lose my soul
I just focused, my brain is on slow-mo
I just come here to make you lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control, lose control
Any of you gettin high, runna block on a
Had a lotta' dough, blowin' smoke
We don't fuck, what 'em hater know?
Look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what now?
When I touch down, bust down
Bust down
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
What now?
Touch down
These hoes dancin', they'll make you lose the dough
They're just so low, they'll make me lose my soul
I just focused, my brain is on slow-mo
I just come here to make you lose control
One day it's gon' rain on you
Doin' women, got the murder stain
Me and my niggas, we be stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', stuntin' and sufferin'
Stuntin' and sufferin', nigga
Any of you gettin high, runna block on a
Had a lotta' dough, blowin' smoke
We don't fuck, what 'em haters know
(Tellin' 'em what we doin, tellin' 'em what we talkin bout)
(We [?] into this music, takes me into that [?])
Make it bounce, look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what now?
When I touch down, bust down
(Niggas goin' hate own you)
(You'll still be rainin', [?] brain on you)
What em haters know?
Bust down
Look round
Hoe that playin this sound, what know?
When I touch down, bust down
Bust down
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
What now?
Touch Down
Writer(s): Debuck John, Josh Matumona
