Lyrics Touchdown - Sol Miranda

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