Migos Emmitt Smith Lyrics


Emmitt Smith by Migos

Running with the 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

Finessing the plug, I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
Ran on the money, hall of fame finesse, 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 dough, now people they pay me in Paypal
Want me to fuck with you 'cause I came up, nigga?
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
My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic, I'm flying from city to city

Running with the 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

Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmit for niggas who envy
Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy, with double F's on me, no Fendi
My niggas ain't feeling their bitches, they put on the ski mask, they leaving on wheelies
My wrist just be spinning, I'm doing my fitness
My wrist game real sick so I need soup buy me some Campbells
I'm baking a dozen a camera, young niggas running with the work, Earl Campbell
Chopping in bandos and shelters, Young Takeoff and I'm finna to 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 font him a kilo, I threw it to him like I'm Peyton
I told my mom we was gonna make it, now I got trips to make
'I set the fire with this pocket rocket

Running with the 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

Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
That's a hundred rounds, nigga laid down
None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia
Chopper gonna bite like Bull Terriers, none of my niggas they scared of you
Hang a fuck nigga like ornament nigga, broke ass nigga unfortunate
I keep the babies like orphanage, go to the moon like astrologer
We not accepting apologies, selling the dope to economy
Young rich nigga riding around in the '
I'm two steps ahead of you'
Hop in the Jag, I'm dropping the top'

Running with the 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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