Mazy - Land It Lyrics

(Ein letztes Mal noch)
(Yeah)
(Mazy got dem Bangers)
I just gotta pass, gotta land it thou
Gotta flip 'em racks, gotta band it thou
Gotta spice the sauce, got tha thyme
Gotta stack it up, gotta prime
I just gotta pass, gotta land it thou
Gotta flip 'em racks, gotta band it thou
Gotta spice the sauce, got tha thyme
Gotta stack it up, gotta prime (Okrrr)
Gotta band it thou
Gotta land it thou
Touchdown safe, gotta band it thou (yeah)
Gotta land it thou
Cause I gotta band it thou (oh yeah)
Touchdown safe, gotta land it thou
Yeah
I just gotta pass gotta land it thou (Gotta land it thou)
Mode switched, now on vex, ain't gone end it thou (end it thou)
Broke n****s on flex, still ain't earning dough
I see racks on racks on racks, ain't untouchable
Blessings on blessings on blessings
After labor, after messes on messes
Got the vision, I see lights bringing magic
Gotta reach 'em, gonna reach 'em, ain't static
Never really saw the problem in family (yeah)
Never really knew I just had to back it (yeah)
Neither gonna chill, nor just tryna 'lowe it (yeah)
Never failing cause a n***a about it (yeah)
Trapping trapping trapping
As I feel the crave
Trapping trapping trapping
Can you feel the wave?
Repin, repin, repin
U go fit relate
Cause a n***a gotta rock
As I dey parol I dey match de bad belle
I just gotta pass, gotta land it thou
Gotta flip 'em racks, gotta band it thou
Gotta spice the sauce, got tha thyme
Gotta stack it up, gotta prime
I just gotta pass, gotta land it thou
(Gotta land it thou)
Gotta flip 'em racks, gotta band it thou
(Gotta band it thou)
Gotta spice the sauce, got tha thyme
Gotta stack it up, gotta prime
Gotta band it thou
Gotta land it thou
Touchdown safe, gotta band it thou
Gotta land it thou
Cause I gotta band it thou (Okrr)
Touchdown safe, gotta land it thou
Bag it up, Bag it up
Light it up, light it up
Pour it up, pour it up
Toss it up, Toss it up (yah, yah)
If she tripping toss it up
If he snitching load it up
Ain't nothing can stop it
She said Mazy popping (Okrr)
Cause yes I'm on it (I'm on it)
Yes imma vent (yah, yah)
Gonna flip hunnids
Eat and go ham
Some just get bodied
Some just get blessed
The truth ain't ugly n***a put it in your hands
Trapping trapping trapping
Chase a bag at first (first)
Trapping trapping trapping
Put in all that work
Plotting, plotting, plotting
Now the women twerk
Cause a n***a took his shot
After gbogi she pray say I give am belle
I just gotta pass, gotta land it thou
Gotta flip 'em racks, gotta band it thou
Gotta spice the sauce, got tha thyme
Gotta stack it up, gotta prime
I just gotta pass, gotta land it thou
Gotta flip 'em racks, gotta band it thou
Gotta spice the sauce, got tha thyme
Gotta stack it up, gotta prime
Gotta band it thou
Gotta land it thou
Touchdown safe, gotta band it thou
Gotta land it thou
Cause I gotta band it thou
Touchdown safe, gotta land it thou
Touchdown safe, gotta band it thou
(Thought y'all was ready for that shit right?)
Touchdown safe, gotta land it thou