Dt. - Touchdown Dance (feat. Doc Heref) Lyrics

Need that, that maf*ckin swag that wave for it
Feel like I ain't drink enough
Young niggas up now
I'm just finna start paying rent to Skinny and live in this maf*cka you know
Black Rabbit shit, aye

If my name in ya convo then you niggas need to tip-toe
Niggas need to tip
With some North West niggas that'll get it jumping like a 6-4
Make a nigga night suspenseful
Shit that's too much info
Brim low
And I'm lost behind the piff smoke
Throw ya Gucci lens on, won't block this glow
Shawty know my name fore I make an intro
Sliding through these Winnebago streets like they been criscoed
Young, Black, superstar
In the Eight One Five they treat me like a movie star
Must be Halloween clown noses on a few of yawl
I play Mike Myers, Austin Powers, I'm so groovy dawg
Real nigga, ball hard and I play injured
Epitome the Family we just gang members
Spit it how I feel it dawg I don't leave a thang censored
How we act in public make white folks hate niggas

They must be mad about these Benji's
Must be mad about these bitches
Must be mad cause we been dripping
Is that the cause of ya slippage
And we didn't it no assistance
Eight One Five be my witness
Niggas borrowing my style now, got to pay me back with interest
Started down and out but we young niggas up now
But we young niggas up now
In the club dancing like I just scored the winning touch down
Like I scored the winning touchdown
And we started down and out but we young niggas up now
But we young niggas up now
In the club celebrating like I just scored a touchdown
Like I scored a winning touchdown

Hit the butterfly with it
Caught a sweep on the keep and it came with the gidgets
Been the boss, been the boss, with or without the digits
All balls, no fault let the Lord be my witness
Shorty on my britches
She thicker than Guinness
Still in the field I rubber band my wrists
Take my ass to work and take care of my kids is
Only regret in life is getting mixed up with bitches
That shit a slow you down
But I'm blessed, but I'm blessed, Pop I'm holy now
Bush blowing the brown
Got the vibes, got the vibes, the kush floating round
You knew what you was getting into
Show up to the venue
Sharper than a ginsu
Pop it like a pimple
Mama I'm with D.T. let him get a grip full

Started down and out but we young niggas up now
But we young niggas up now
In the club dancing like I just scored the winning touch down
Like I scored the winning touchdown
And we started down and out but we young niggas up now
But we young niggas up now
In the club celebrating like I just scored a touchdown
Like I scored a winning touchdown
Holla at me

Yeah we up, yeah we up, yeah we up
Aye, aye, like I, like I
Like I scored the winning touchdown
Yeah we up