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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***
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