Текст песни Touchdown - Ishmael Raps

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I'm out in paris
Look in my mirror like who is the fairest
Lookin these niggas there ain't no comparing
I'm out in paris
Look in my mirror like who is the fairest
Lookin these niggas there ain't no comparing

Used to wear forces, now i'm in rick
Out with the gang and i'm sending assist
At this louboutin shit, rushing the door
Security touch me, i'm breaking the law
They dropping jaws
They see the small city kid they get alarmed
Bad bitches they see me and want get involved
I tell'em it's calm
They gassing me they want pipe like exhaust
My necklace on frost
Crazy my grandma'nem grew up on frost
So i wear these VV's on like it's decor
I'm in couture
These richard ramones on me touching the floor
I'm smelling like ysl
You must be high as hell
If you think i'm coming back to new york
I'm joking of course
But i really wish this shit on you and yours
Broke down the door, yuh

New passport stamp bitch i'm overseas
Paris fashion week Saint Laurent courtesy
20 cameras on me when i hit the scene yeah
Bitch i left the gym and hit the major league

Touchdown
Touchdown
Bitch i'm balling out, yessir i'm balling out
Touchdown
Touchdown
Bitch im ballin out came from the smaller town

Okay swish lil bitch
Bet it do not miss
All in the wrist and shit
You can learn this shit
She want the licorice
But i'm bout these dollars
And my clique lil bitch, swish, okay

I'm out in paris
Look in my mirror like who is the fairest
Lookin these niggas there ain't no comparing
I'm out in paris
Look in my mirror like who is the fairest
Lookin these niggas there ain't no comparing

Now i'm in the hills
I'm back in america shit getting real
These labels keep calling they pressing for deals
I'm under some pressure, been stuck in my feels
Only crack smiles cuz ice in my grill
The pain i've been through man these niggas can't understand
Ain't have the upper hand
I lost a couple grand
But i still walked like the money man
Cat was imported yeah i sent the money gram
Small city hero ask about me in the roc
Bills on my jersey like shit was worth a lot
Even when i'm not always act like i'm on top
Always need a knot, always on the plot, bitch i'll never stop

New passport stamp bitch i'm overseas
Paris fashion week saint laurent courtesy
20 cameras on me when i hit the scene yeah
Bitch i left the gym and hit the major league
Touchdown
Touchdown
Bitch i'm balling out, yessir i'm balling out
Touchdown
Touchdown
Bitch im ballin out came from the smaller town

Okay swish lil bitch
Bet it do not miss
All in the wrist and shit
You can learn this shit
She want the licorice
But i'm bout these dollars
And my clique lil bitch, swish, okayo
Okay swish lil bitch
Bet it do not miss
All in the wrist and shit
You can learn this shit
She want the licorice
But i'm bout these dollars
And my clique lil bitch
Aye, swish, okayo