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Big Krit – Just Touched Down Lyrics

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Talking
Lets get it pimp lets get it shawty
This for all my real players yeah
Sounds so soulful dont you agree? ay what the beat this here?
So what I wantchu to do
If you on your way and you bout to do it big
You can tell em shawty…

I Just-just j-just-just j-just down plays x2 in background while KRIT talks
Chorus
I just touched down touched down
Aye what it is shawty yeah
Im going places shawty
I just touched down touched down
Aye what it is shawty yeah
Im going places shawty
I just touched down touched down
Aye what it is shawty yeah
Im going places shawty
I just touched down
Just-just j-just-just j-just down
I just-just j-just-just j-just…
Verse 1
I just touched down in my city on chrome
Working wood wheel from a yella getting dome
Gators on my toes, love how Im living
Aye tell me what Im doing if I aint fuckin pimpin
Gettin money working overtime Supernova shine
Only see a playa down and out aint no cloning mine
Im one of a kind, colder though, make em hit the flo
See do what I like been doing this since 2005
This aint overnight
Show ya right, super duper tight, showing bumpa grill
Poppin trunk, roll it smoke it up, crackin hella seals
How it feel neva eva fuckin with my level
They be trying but no one can do it better
Chorus
Verse 2
I just got paid, working on a slab
When yall was watching cartoons I was beating Shaft
Acting bad, swangin lane to lane, drippin candy paint
Aint no hole this side of the Mississippi but this my candy thang
Fly without a plane
Definite, throw it I dont care, police stop and stare
Toot it up triple boot it up, pop n lock it there
Drop it there, rock it there, Im a motivator
Haters pissed keep walking if it aint about paper
Im trill, down like four flats
Ties on the cut throat SS or a Cadillac
See they might of slither on the sun bout to sippin cane
Had my mommas womb breathing like it to this pimpin
Chorus
Verse 3
You dealing with a country fly certified country flow
In my crooked letter the Return of 4eva hoe
Super duper clean on the scene pop my collar back
Prada hella-fied when Im round like selling power pats
K.R.I.T. P.I.M.P. owe you where my dollas at?
You aint bout these bengies that Im kicking aint no holla back
Pimpin is my child, stretching out for miles
Street and block approved on my whole professional
Chorus

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