Tommy Lee Sparta and Damage Musiq - Touch The Road

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(Wah do dem?) (Damage Musiq)
(A wah do dem?)
(A wah do dem?)
(A wah do dem?)
A wah do dem? A wah do dem?
Wah do, wah do dem?
A wah do dem?
Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?
Wah do dem? A wah do dem?
Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?

Touch back pon di road
You think me calm? Me just a reach
Jump out, fresh cut, lift up a suit, a simple beat
Telephone ring, di gyal dem hear di news a reach
Say di boss deh a road, Guzu don, a how you dweet?
Yo, a Friday life we live as you think me swell di beef
Not a questionnaire, me learn that lesson deh for real
Duffle bag a money, top shelf a suh we dweet
Spartan fully rich, you know di speed

Touch back pon di road
New style fi fuck up di stage show
Flick a one brick fi dash inna di crowd
Gyal dem crazy fi true
After di party, a me that in her throat
Glock 23 fully load
Diss di link, yuh head open like a di Ozone (Ozone)
Guns and di dolly dem chrome
Send a demon gyal fi lick you, chip you inna di crowd

A rich me get, I know that you frontin'
You droppin' yuh pin, when I pull up you be running
Auto di semi, you mama saw di spaghetti (mama)
Buss out yuh jelly, yuh brain splash on my Fendi
Descendant of Hades, all ready, nuh die
Inna di house hideout, you nuh deh rah reside
Muzi-naka, saydimo, zi
Anuh Tommy me a talk, a di demon a vibe
Shell, pussies on my dick from when
You nuh know me, hey (shh), don't say
You nuh know how I play (boom), crow bait (bim bap)
Big hammer knock, big (whoa) Rozay (Ross)
Million-dollar whips Ferrari
Hellcat, drift, V6
We catch body real quick

A wah do dem?
Wah do dem? Wah, wah do dem?
Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?
Wah do dem? Wah, wah do dem?
Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?
A wah do dem? A wah do dem?
A wah do dem? A wah do dem?
A wah do dem? A wah do dem? (Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?)
A wah do dem?

Touch back pon di road
New style fi fuck up di stage show
Flick a one brick fi dash inna di crowd
Gyal dem crazy fi true
After di party, a me that in her throat
Glock 23 fully load
Diss di link, yuh head open like a di Ozone (Ozone)
Guns and di dolly dem chrome
Send a demon gyal fi lick you, chip you inna di crowd
(Inna di crowd)

Town, town, town, town, town
Unuh run
So why you run 'round, 'round, 'round town?
Spartan you run up pon grung
Ay, boy haffi run
Jump out and a bare gun a lick inna e town
Run up and a bare hallow tip inna him tongue

Killa beat, dawg, with di Philippine
Flick up di beast, gyal a drop a feet
Pocket and mi duffle bag, e full of many Gs
Rich like Mafia, Giuseppe Zanotti
Charge every 'matic, dem a feel di energy
We got many enemies, niggas hate and dem a pree
Three little bitch a blow me like a referee
Nigga, why you hatin' when you know yuh gyal a freak?

A wah do dem?
Wah do dem? Wah, wah do dem?
Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?
Wah do dem? Wah, wah do dem?
Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?
A wah do dem? A wah do dem?
A wah do dem? A wah do dem?
A wah do dem? A wah do dem? (Wah do dem? A, a wah do dem?)
A wah do dem?

Touch back pon di road
New style fi fuck up di stage show
Flick a one brick fi dash inna di crowd
Gyal dem crazy fi true
After di party, a me that in her throat
Glock 23 fully load
Diss di link, yuh head open like a di Ozone (Ozone)
Guns and di dolly dem chrome
Send a demon gyal fi lick you, chip you inna di crowd

Written by:
Leroy Russell Jr.

Publisher:
Lyrics © ELITE EMBASSY

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