Emmit Smith

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    50, 40, there he go
    30, 20, there he go
    Touchdown! Go! Go! Go!

    Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
    Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
    I just touched down on a pussy nigga
    I just touched down on a pussy nigga
    Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith
    Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith
    I just touched down on a pussy nigga
    I just touched down on a pussy nigga

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    Finessing the plug
    I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
    Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
    I know my momma she proud of me
    Young rich nigga, we the new trend now
    Came a long way, from kicking the doors
    Now people they pay me in Paypal
    Want me to fuck with you cause I came up nigga?
    My-my-my momma she told me she love me
    Go get money nigga!
    I came a long way, from chopping the trenches to rocking the mic and I did it, we did it
    My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic
    From flying from city to city

    Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the aiming for niggas who envy
    Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy
    With double F's on me, no Fendi
    My niggas ain't feelin' their bitches
    They put on the ski mask, they leavin' no witness
    My wrist just be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness
    Hall of fame trappin', young niggas I'm feedin'
    My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells
    I'm baking a dozen on camera
    Young niggas running with the work, Earl Campbell
    Trapping in bandos and shelters
    Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta
    Can fit 2 plus 2 in my Phantom
    Your pockets look like they got cancer
    I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons
    My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo
    I threw it to him like I'm Peyton
    I told momma we gon' make it
    Now I'm on trips to make
    I set the fire with this pocket, rocket

    Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
    That's a hundred rounds, nigga laid down
    None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia
    Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers, none of my niggas they scared of yah!
    Hang a fuck nigga like ornament nigga, broke ass nigga unfortunate nigga
    I keep the babies like orphanage babies! Go to the moon like astrologist
    We not acceptin' apologies, sellin' the dope to economist
    Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in the Bentley
    Throwin' money on the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant!
    Two steps ahead of ya, never been regular
    Hit a nigga with the antedote and we burry him
    Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back
    Smoking on gas like a nigga got cataracts
    Duck ass nigga I'm calling you Aflac
    Alley oop dunking them bricks it’s a Shaq attack
    Only one bird can bring the whole corner back
    Like Offset been throwin' like a quarterback

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