Steve Era - Touchdown (feat. Big Runts) Lyrics

Big Runts

Yeah! Yeah! Doc F*ckn' Sanderz

Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Yeah, we stay winning With the same team from the beginning
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Yeah, we stay winning With the same team from the beginning

Still when there's no green, I'm Charlie Sheen This drip flow like morphine, we going in
Micro stay winning Still the same G from the beginning
Score big like MJ or Kobe Kill the whole team, don't get mad at me, this a strategy
Play for long term, that's a strategy I'm just trying to win, don't get mad at me

Bust down, bust down, I don't f*ck with thotiana still getting blue faces, I put that on my mama
Money making Chris G, that's just how your bitch be Still with the same team, seven letter real G
Damn, I go stupid on the beat hoe one time Hit it ones they two time, yeah, on my time
I don't f*ck with ugly all my bitches three fine Damn, I got some sick lines, I do shit I don't try

Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Yeah, we stay winning With the same team from the beginning
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Yeah, we stay winning With the same team from the beginning

We all grinding, it may sound cray Take a shower before you make us all stink
I'm surprised at the fact that I don't react to your shit I'm still rapping what I'm living, yeah, we mobbing for this
If we didn't know you, we got tools that'll blow you away Take a minute to decide and stay out of the way
The sky might be the limit, psych no limit You can't lose, can't stumble if all you know is winning

We cooling, still working Money moves, bitch, blunt burning
Yeah, I'm high, bro, it's for a purpose We put money in their pockets and even in their purses
That's just how it be Still the same G
Me winning had it happen I'm a winner, that's how winners be

They got a price on me
Steve Era, bitches want you back I've been calling up your phone and you ain't never hit me back
F*cking million dollar pussy ain't even used Cash your boys wearing fake diamonds
Touchdown, going plat And now she wanna I ride

Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Yeah, we stay winning With the same team from the beginning
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down

Yeah, we stay winning
With the same team from the beginning
Touchdown
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