Touch Down( Man Of The Year) by Ghostwridah
I told momma sit back and watch the sunshine
It�s almost lunchtime. I�m even cooler in May weather,
that�s the punch line
Is crunch time and I�m racing to the finish
Try to see the you try without me racing to the guiness
Yeah, I�m in this like a pro, dude, call me Mr. Go To
Is making it work before it ever turns social
I cannot get a rig twist, a court sight hit six
In May with a fatty just to keep the nigga shit sneak
The streets speak and they want a real, so I feed them
I need a whip, a couple chains, call that real nigger
freedom
Hommie we�re the a skies, I�ll show you how to fuss
We�re a couple hundred people, honey, that�s just a
tall of us
We�re here.
As soon as I touch down
All I wanna hear is cheers
Got a crowd going wild
For the man of the year
As soon as I touch down(x3)
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