I Just Touched Down (Original Version)

[Intro] You in the mix for my boy, DJ Funk Keep it movin', baby Di-di-di-di—Digital product! DJ Funk! [Chorus] I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down [Verse 1] I just touched down in my city on chrome Working wood wheel from a yella gettin' dome Gators on my toes, love how I'm livin' Aye, tell me what I'm doing if I ain't fuckin' pimpin'? I had some major setbacks but I'm still grindin' Haters love to see me down but I'm still shinin' Rollin' paper real and it' trill gettin' dough I got a little hustle plus I'm good with my flow Push it to the mass when I spit it to a bitch I tell her, "Get this money, have no love for a trick" It's all about this swaggеr, you gotta be a beast And can't no ho around my city 'scape my mouthpiеce Somethin' like gold-diggin'—call me a Mack I put 'em on the track and they bring it right back [?] is my town, stretchin' out for miles We about to groove out, my [ho?] professional [Chorus] I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down [Verse 2] I just got paid, workin' on slab, while y'all was watchin' Cartoons I was peepin' Shaft I'm only eighteen but I'm feared by the grown folk Ain't that Bobby Brown, but my [rappin'?] shit is strong though Put it in your face, every bar and every line Gettin' cash like Rae—I'm a pimp in my mind And a king in my grind, fuck you, think different They call his ass "'Nique" 'cause my flow so gifted Still holler "Greater, later" to my niggas locked up All them OGs, that sold them fuckin' blocks up [?] holler at a player A hater best keep walkin' if it ain't about paper I'm trill in my field, down like Four Flat Tires on the cut-throat, SS, or a Cadillac See, they might've slithered off the syrup I been sippin' Came out my momma's womb breathin' life into this pimpin' (DJ Funk) [Chorus] I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!) I'm goin' places, shawty I just touched down—aye, what it is...