Touch Down

Lyrics

[Intro] Whoo, whoo (Yeah) [Chorus] Touch (touch) down-down Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down [Verse 1: KSI] Yuh, let me touch down Let me touch down for a sec (Yuh!) Calling me a star When I go on the track (Ch) Finna get paid, with a check (Ch) Can't find a place that don't know me Can't find a site that, don't show me I know many that wanna be me But they can't be me 'Cause I'm way too, on it (Woo!) Own it, way too good When I'm owning (Owning) 100 mill' 'cause I'm owning (Owning) Shut up, man, and stop moaning (Oh) I prepare when I eat In-direct with a tweet If you wanna have some, beef Control, alt, and delete Sign out, and don't tweet [Chorus] Touch (touch) down-down Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down [Pre-Verse: Stefflon Don] Everybody, stand up when I Pull up to the party White, girl switch it, and I know they Sniffing, charlie [Verse 2: Stefflon Don] Anyway, back to the matter Yeah, they dunno 'bout it Ain't nobody messin' with a rapper They ain't got my letter She say that my Nooki five hundo Wait a minute White boy wasted, he know he goin' in it Backstroke, like he Tryna find some lined up Keep your fingers on it While I'm scrolling Through the grammar Hold up, wait a minute Where you come from? Not too far from Ed-mon-ton Eastside, London Big batty haffi get jumped on Big batty haffi get, grabbed up End of the bar now, good ting matter [Chorus] Touch (touch) down-down Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down [Verse 3: KSI & Stefflon Don] Make it so elite We don't rate that Aim for top You won't get that Copycats, don't make it far So tell your chances (Au revoir) Adiós, sayonara Fuck you, I'll make the drama Start a scene, queen fit Threesome, with the main chick, uh Yeah, threesome with your, main bitch Like Waka Flocka With a, choppa choppa You all done it better Than others, bad as Other niggas shooting And I ain't talking cannons Then I pull up, all up in my shit But the swagger so coco It come in like smiths How they wanted that lit When it look like, an orphan? Killing these bitches Like, teenage abortions [Chorus] Touch (touch) down-down Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch (touch) down (down) Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down Touch, touch, down-down