Boosie Badazz - Touchdown To Cause Hell lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - Touchdown To Cause Hell lyrics]
I touchdown at 11: 45 with a 50
Pound lick and a couple hard nines
Now I'm back on the grind on
My side I got a nine
And I'm a go blind if you disrespect my mind
Fuck, I'm fresh out the parish
Doe still smokin Cali dro
Still totin' calicos
You niggas ought to know I was cold at 16
Man I'm in n out of prison
My father figure dead so that's
How a nigga livin'
What would you do, if you was Boo?
Kill every nigga who hate on you
Ridin round scared thinkin' a nigga
Finna play with you
I'm Rambo in that bottom cause I lay down law
It's consequences when u play me
Cause I lay down chalk
If you ain't heard about Lil Boosie
Then I'm making my mark
I cutt ya throat and take ya house
Thats that Souja Slim talk
If you got money they can't never
Hold it down in the dark
They can make you feel brave
But that money don't talk, and I
I touchdown cause hell
Touchdown to cause hell
And I told myself I wasn't go
Go to jail but I lied
Now my Momma on her knees and she cry
And my daughter askin' where her
Daddy at and why? (where he at and why?)
Now the feds on a nigga hard
Got to put my whip up cause Lil Boosie smart
I touchdown, I'm blues in the block
If ya owe me better pay me
Or I'm bruisin' ya now
To tall you hoes who ain't
Chose don't holla now
I got a lot of money now and I'm wilder now
Detective Wayne you frog eyed looking bitch
You gon' take my 45 cause you
Can't afford a nigga shit
Oh well give me a bond, put me back in orange
Oh well i’m in this bitch
And no i don’t learn
Got to get my pad and hit my
Bunk and write some savage shit
Wait on my name to be
Called like hash packing shit
I touchdown cause hell
Touchdown to cause hell
Pound lick and a couple hard nines
Now I'm back on the grind on
My side I got a nine
And I'm a go blind if you disrespect my mind
Fuck, I'm fresh out the parish
Doe still smokin Cali dro
Still totin' calicos
You niggas ought to know I was cold at 16
Man I'm in n out of prison
My father figure dead so that's
How a nigga livin'
What would you do, if you was Boo?
Kill every nigga who hate on you
Ridin round scared thinkin' a nigga
Finna play with you
I'm Rambo in that bottom cause I lay down law
It's consequences when u play me
Cause I lay down chalk
If you ain't heard about Lil Boosie
Then I'm making my mark
I cutt ya throat and take ya house
Thats that Souja Slim talk
If you got money they can't never
Hold it down in the dark
They can make you feel brave
But that money don't talk, and I
I touchdown cause hell
Touchdown to cause hell
And I told myself I wasn't go
Go to jail but I lied
Now my Momma on her knees and she cry
And my daughter askin' where her
Daddy at and why? (where he at and why?)
Now the feds on a nigga hard
Got to put my whip up cause Lil Boosie smart
I touchdown, I'm blues in the block
If ya owe me better pay me
Or I'm bruisin' ya now
To tall you hoes who ain't
Chose don't holla now
I got a lot of money now and I'm wilder now
Detective Wayne you frog eyed looking bitch
You gon' take my 45 cause you
Can't afford a nigga shit
Oh well give me a bond, put me back in orange
Oh well i’m in this bitch
And no i don’t learn
Got to get my pad and hit my
Bunk and write some savage shit
Wait on my name to be
Called like hash packing shit
I touchdown cause hell
Touchdown to cause hell