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Emmitt Smith
50, 40, there he go ...
30, down sideline, UH !
20, there he go !
Touchdown, touchdown !
Go! Go! Go!
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
Finessing the plug, I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
Ran up the money, of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich ni***, we the new trend now
Came a long way, from kicking the doors
Now people they pay me in PayPal
Want me to f*** with you cause I came up ni***?
My momma she told me she love me, go get money ni***!
I came a long way
From trapping in trenches to rockin' the mic and I did it, we did it
My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic
From flying from
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt 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 their , they leavin' no witness
My wrist it 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 and dodging the camera
Young ni*** running with the work,
Trapping in bandos and shelters
Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta
Pourin' that 2 plus 2 in my Fanta
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 was Peyton
I told momma we gon' make it
Now I'm on trips Jamaica
Making a trip to go get the narcotics
I-75 with the pocket rocket
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
"PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW!"
"GLAW, BOW!"
That's a hundred rounds
"GLAW, GLAW!"
Nigga lay it down
None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia
Chopper gon' bite like
None of my niggas they scared of yah!
Hang a f*** ni*** like ornament (fuck nigga)
Broke ass ni*** unfortunate (broke nigga)
I keep the babies like orphanage babies!
Go to the moon like astrologist
We not acceptin' apologies
Sellin' the dope to economies
Young rich ni*** ridin' 'round in the Bentley
Throwin' money out the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant!
I'm two steps ahead of ya, never been regular
Hit a ni*** with the antidope and we burry him
Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back
Smoking on gas like a ni*** got cataracts
Duck ass ni*** I'm calling you Aflac
dunking them bricks it's a Shaq attack
Only one bird can bring the whole corner back
Mike Offset Vick, throw it like a quarterback
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***
I just touched down on a pu*** ni***