Emmit Smith Lyrics
| Song | Emmit Smith |
| Artist | Migos |
| Album | No Label 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Produced by Murda Beats] | |
| [Intro : Quavo] | |
| 50, 40, there he go ... | |
| 30, down sideline, UH ! | |
| 20, there he go ! | |
| Touchdown, touchdown ! | |
| Go! Go! Go! | |
| [Hook : Quavo] | |
| Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith | |
| Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith | |
| I just touched down on a ******* ***** | |
| I just touched down on a ******* ***** | |
| Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith | |
| Emmitt Smith, Emmitt-Emmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith | |
| I just touched down on a ******* ***** | |
| I just touched down on a ******* ***** | |
| [Verse 1 : Quavo] | |
| Finessing the plug, I run with that sack and I make a touchdown | |
| Ran up the money, hall of fame of finnesse, ain't no Jim Brown | |
| I know my momma she proud of me | |
| Young rich *****, we the new trend now | |
| Came a long way, from kicking the doors | |
| Now people they pay me in PayPal | |
| Want me to ***** with you cause I came up *****? | |
| My momma she told me she love me, go get money *****! | |
| 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 city to city | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2 : Takeoff] | |
| Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt for *****s who envy | |
| Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy | |
| With double F's on me, no Fendi | |
| My *****s ain't feelin' their *****es | |
| They put on their ski-masks, they leavin' no witness | |
| My wrist it be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness | |
| Hall of fame trappin', young *****s I'm feedin' | |
| My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells | |
| I'm baking and dodging the camera | |
| Young ***** running with the work, Earl Campbell | |
| 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 set the fire with this pocket, rocket | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3 : Offset] | |
| Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown | |
| "PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW!" | |
| "GLAW, BOW!" | |
| That's a hundred rounds | |
| "GLAW, GLAW!" | |
| ***** lay it down | |
| None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia | |
| Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers | |
| None of my *****s they scared of yah! | |
| Hang a ***** ***** like ornament ***** | |
| Broke ass ***** unfortunate | |
| I keep the babies like orphanage babies! | |
| Go to the moon like astrologist | |
| We not acceptin' apologies | |
| Sellin' the **** to economies | |
| Young rich ***** 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 ***** with the anti**** and we burry him | |
| Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back | |
| Smoking on gas like a ***** got cataracts | |
| Duck ass ***** 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 | |
| [Hook] |
| Produced by Murda Beats | |
| Intro : Quavo | |
| 50, 40, there he go ... | |
| 30, down sideline, UH ! | |
| 20, there he go ! | |
| Touchdown, touchdown ! | |
| Go! Go! Go! | |
| Hook : Quavo | |
| Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith | |
| Deucedeuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| Emmitt Smith, EmmittEmmitt Smith, EmmittEmmitt Smith | |
| Emmitt Smith, EmmittEmmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| Verse 1 : Quavo | |
| Finessing the plug, I run with that sack and I make a touchdown | |
| Ran up the money, hall of fame of finnesse, ain' t no Jim Brown | |
| I know my momma she proud of me | |
| Young rich , we the new trend now | |
| Came a long way, from kicking the doors | |
| Now people they pay me in PayPal | |
| Want me to with you cause I came up ? | |
| My momma she told me she love me, go get money ! | |
| 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 city to city | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 : Takeoff | |
| Run with the sack like I' m Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt for s who envy | |
| Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy | |
| With double F' s on me, no Fendi | |
| My s ain' t feelin' their es | |
| They put on their skimasks, they leavin' no witness | |
| My wrist it be spinnin' I' m doin' my fitness | |
| Hall of fame trappin', young s I' m feedin' | |
| My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells | |
| I' m baking and dodging the camera | |
| Young running with the work, Earl Campbell | |
| 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 set the fire with this pocket, rocket | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 : Offset | |
| Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown | |
| " PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW!" | |
| " GLAW, BOW!" | |
| That' s a hundred rounds | |
| " GLAW, GLAW!" | |
| lay it down | |
| None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia | |
| Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers | |
| None of my s they scared of yah! | |
| Hang a like ornament | |
| Broke ass unfortunate | |
| I keep the babies like orphanage babies! | |
| Go to the moon like astrologist | |
| We not acceptin' apologies | |
| Sellin' the to economies | |
| Young rich 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 with the anti and we burry him | |
| Hop in the Jag', I' m droppin' the top back | |
| Smoking on gas like a got cataracts | |
| Duck ass 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 | |
| Hook |
| Produced by Murda Beats | |
| Intro : Quavo | |
| 50, 40, there he go ... | |
| 30, down sideline, UH ! | |
| 20, there he go ! | |
| Touchdown, touchdown ! | |
| Go! Go! Go! | |
| Hook : Quavo | |
| Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith | |
| Deucedeuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| Emmitt Smith, EmmittEmmitt Smith, EmmittEmmitt Smith | |
| Emmitt Smith, EmmittEmmitt Smith, Emmitt Smith | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| I just touched down on a | |
| Verse 1 : Quavo | |
| Finessing the plug, I run with that sack and I make a touchdown | |
| Ran up the money, hall of fame of finnesse, ain' t no Jim Brown | |
| I know my momma she proud of me | |
| Young rich , we the new trend now | |
| Came a long way, from kicking the doors | |
| Now people they pay me in PayPal | |
| Want me to with you cause I came up ? | |
| My momma she told me she love me, go get money ! | |
| 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 city to city | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 : Takeoff | |
| Run with the sack like I' m Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt for s who envy | |
| Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy | |
| With double F' s on me, no Fendi | |
| My s ain' t feelin' their es | |
| They put on their skimasks, they leavin' no witness | |
| My wrist it be spinnin' I' m doin' my fitness | |
| Hall of fame trappin', young s I' m feedin' | |
| My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells | |
| I' m baking and dodging the camera | |
| Young running with the work, Earl Campbell | |
| 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 set the fire with this pocket, rocket | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 : Offset | |
| Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown | |
| " PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW, PHWIW!" | |
| " GLAW, BOW!" | |
| That' s a hundred rounds | |
| " GLAW, GLAW!" | |
| lay it down | |
| None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia | |
| Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers | |
| None of my s they scared of yah! | |
| Hang a like ornament | |
| Broke ass unfortunate | |
| I keep the babies like orphanage babies! | |
| Go to the moon like astrologist | |
| We not acceptin' apologies | |
| Sellin' the to economies | |
| Young rich 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 with the anti and we burry him | |
| Hop in the Jag', I' m droppin' the top back | |
| Smoking on gas like a got cataracts | |
| Duck ass 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 | |
| Hook |
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