Hold on, What's that? A motherf*ckin' fire
Hey, that shit getting hot
Somebody call EMT
Somebody call EMT
Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Wait, stop, drop, and roll
Me and my niggas, we never gon' fold
One of one, there ain't no mold
Fortune favors the motherf*ckin' bold
Fortune favors the motherf*ckin' brave
Like Simon says, she do what I say
I am a winner, I got accolades
If you havin' fun, just say
Hey, hey, hey
This one of them ones, yeah, this for the party
This for the drink, yeah, this for Bacardi
This for my future, yeah, this for the Rari
I went from rags to riches to wealth
You wouldn't believe where the f*ck I started
You smokin' that boof, it smell like you farted
I'm smokin' that kush, I'm smokin' that reefer
I just saw my wifey, you know that I need her
I'm givin' her love, I'm feelin' like Keisha, Cole
She heard the rumors and now that bitty needs to know
I'm wearin' that ice, so when I walk in, it's freezin' cold
Nigga I'm confident I don't need no reason to brag or boast
This shit so hot feelin' so fire, it's an inferno
Speakin' of fire no firefighter gon' save you from the heat
Bitch, you bad as f*ck
You EMT, you every man's ting
I'm not no lawyer, bitch, no advocate
But I'm chill like I'm Reeves
She asked, what do you want
I looked at her and gave her the ya means
Yeah, 911, it's an emergency
All the bad bitches shakin' ass with the urgency
She gon' shake it with some passion, fervently
Every man's ting, is she bad, nigga, certainly
I had to tell her to take a step back from her dick
So we pause like the comma, no currency
Beat down to doonies, the damage is done
So it ain't no real reason to ask for a warranty
Surf on the motherf*ckin' beat, ride
Float with your motherf*ckin' body, glide
Hit your lil' motherf*ckin' dance, slide
Do that lil' shit like you mean it, pride
She EMT, wanna greet me, hi
ZacStayDrippin - EMT(Every Man's Ting) (feat. MPJAYY) Lyrics
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Hold on, What's that? A motherf*ckin' fire
Hey, that shit getting hot
Somebody call EMT
Somebody call EMT
Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Wait, stop, drop, and roll
Me and my niggas, we never gon' fold
One of one, there ain't no mold
Fortune favors the motherf*ckin' bold
Fortune favors the motherf*ckin' brave
Like Simon says, she do what I say
I am a winner, I got accolades
If you havin' fun, just say
Hey, hey, hey
This one of them ones, yeah, this for the party
This for the drink, yeah, this for Bacardi
This for my future, yeah, this for the Rari
I went from rags to riches to wealth
You wouldn't believe where the f*ck I started
You smokin' that boof, it smell like you farted
I'm smokin' that kush, I'm smokin' that reefer
I just saw my wifey, you know that I need her
I'm givin' her love, I'm feelin' like Keisha, Cole
She heard the rumors and now that bitty needs to know
I'm wearin' that ice, so when I walk in, it's freezin' cold
Nigga I'm confident I don't need no reason to brag or boast
This shit so hot feelin' so fire, it's an inferno
Speakin' of fire no firefighter gon' save you from the heat
Bitch, you bad as f*ck
You EMT, you every man's ting
I'm not no lawyer, bitch, no advocate
But I'm chill like I'm Reeves
She asked, what do you want
I looked at her and gave her the ya means
Yeah, 911, it's an emergency
All the bad bitches shakin' ass with the urgency
She gon' shake it with some passion, fervently
Every man's ting, is she bad, nigga, certainly
I had to tell her to take a step back from her dick
So we pause like the comma, no currency
Beat down to doonies, the damage is done
So it ain't no real reason to ask for a warranty
Surf on the motherf*ckin' beat, ride
Float with your motherf*ckin' body, glide
Hit your lil' motherf*ckin' dance, slide
Do that lil' shit like you mean it, pride
She EMT, wanna greet me, hi
Hey, that shit getting hot
Somebody call EMT
Somebody call EMT
Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Wait, stop, drop, and roll
Me and my niggas, we never gon' fold
One of one, there ain't no mold
Fortune favors the motherf*ckin' bold
Fortune favors the motherf*ckin' brave
Like Simon says, she do what I say
I am a winner, I got accolades
If you havin' fun, just say
Hey, hey, hey
This one of them ones, yeah, this for the party
This for the drink, yeah, this for Bacardi
This for my future, yeah, this for the Rari
I went from rags to riches to wealth
You wouldn't believe where the f*ck I started
You smokin' that boof, it smell like you farted
I'm smokin' that kush, I'm smokin' that reefer
I just saw my wifey, you know that I need her
I'm givin' her love, I'm feelin' like Keisha, Cole
She heard the rumors and now that bitty needs to know
I'm wearin' that ice, so when I walk in, it's freezin' cold
Nigga I'm confident I don't need no reason to brag or boast
This shit so hot feelin' so fire, it's an inferno
Speakin' of fire no firefighter gon' save you from the heat
Bitch, you bad as f*ck
You EMT, you every man's ting
I'm not no lawyer, bitch, no advocate
But I'm chill like I'm Reeves
She asked, what do you want
I looked at her and gave her the ya means
Yeah, 911, it's an emergency
All the bad bitches shakin' ass with the urgency
She gon' shake it with some passion, fervently
Every man's ting, is she bad, nigga, certainly
I had to tell her to take a step back from her dick
So we pause like the comma, no currency
Beat down to doonies, the damage is done
So it ain't no real reason to ask for a warranty
Surf on the motherf*ckin' beat, ride
Float with your motherf*ckin' body, glide
Hit your lil' motherf*ckin' dance, slide
Do that lil' shit like you mean it, pride
She EMT, wanna greet me, hi
Writer: Zac Crouch, Mekila James
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