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Touchdown Passoff (feat. J Soul) Video (MV)






Periodic Gang - Touchdown Passoff (feat. J Soul) Lyrics




Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back
Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back

Staying with the frontline in my bloodline
Starting the game when it's lunch time
Eating y'all up for my punchline
See me on front page, I'm headline
Yah, you swerving boy, get outta my lane
I'm serving the beats and you're behind the game
I hate you man and your crush is like "same"
Wear out the back but I don't know her name
Not wantin more fame cause I got too much now so I taking my aim and the others like how
Don' mean to flex but I got head like wow and I leave her next morning without saying ciao
I'm staying first but you're not even second
My girl coming over, I'm like wait a second
Your bitch over here cause she did want the seconds
I liking her less so now she is my second

(Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back)

Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back
Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back

Can you believe it now
Can you believe it now
Can you believe it now
Can you believe it now
(Ay, it's J Soul in here)

Aye, f*ck on yo bitch and it's sloppy
My bitch, she hot like wasabi
100 bands on my body
Got the chanel like I'm Rocky
I'm a pull up in the coupe
Aim at yo head with the glocky
All lil dicks in my crews
Still hit your girls at the parties
F*ck all the Gucci, we flexing in crocs, and I'm stealing your granny, she licking my socks
Bitches be talking, come play with glock and I feel like Ben 10 with the shot on my watch
Stop, flipping it, there goes the top
Top, rolling this shit like a cop
Cop, all your shit sound like a flop
Now excuse me it's time to exterminate thots
(Thots)
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Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back
Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back

Staying with the frontline in my bloodline
Starting the game when it's lunch time
Eating y'all up for my punchline
See me on front page, I'm headline
Yah, you swerving boy, get outta my lane
I'm serving the beats and you're behind the game
I hate you man and your crush is like "same"
Wear out the back but I don't know her name
Not wantin more fame cause I got too much now so I taking my aim and the others like how
Don' mean to flex but I got head like wow and I leave her next morning without saying ciao
I'm staying first but you're not even second
My girl coming over, I'm like wait a second
Your bitch over here cause she did want the seconds
I liking her less so now she is my second

(Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back)

Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back
Pass it off, quarter back
Touch it down, run it back
Shmoney dance, 100 rack
Milly rock, running back

Can you believe it now
Can you believe it now
Can you believe it now
Can you believe it now
(Ay, it's J Soul in here)

Aye, f*ck on yo bitch and it's sloppy
My bitch, she hot like wasabi
100 bands on my body
Got the chanel like I'm Rocky
I'm a pull up in the coupe
Aim at yo head with the glocky
All lil dicks in my crews
Still hit your girls at the parties
F*ck all the Gucci, we flexing in crocs, and I'm stealing your granny, she licking my socks
Bitches be talking, come play with glock and I feel like Ben 10 with the shot on my watch
Stop, flipping it, there goes the top
Top, rolling this shit like a cop
Cop, all your shit sound like a flop
Now excuse me it's time to exterminate thots
(Thots)
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Writer: Ben Cohen, Justin Soliman
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