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letra de emergency - cole myer & yung grady

feel like the goat when i walk, i just stunt on ’em
f-ck it, i feel like the man, all of these b-tches be bland
i’m f-ckin’ these b-tches 100%
we been on our sh-t, it’s about time that we win
i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch for the thrill
feel like yung grady, i’m off of a pill
i’m with xanman, we calm down, we is chill
i’m in la and i’m up in the hills
ayy, f-ck it, i feel like the weeknd
yo b-tch suck my d-ck and my knees gonna weaken

i go to your party, n0body attend
i walk out your party, then i f-ck a ten
me, lil shottz and yung grady in tents
i am the man, i’m a muf-ckin’ trend
you couldn’t tell it was far from the end
the b-tch runnin’ back to where she just began
sh-t’s gettin’ hot, yes, this sh-t an emergency
f-ck the bad b-tch, cause i got so much courtesy
i’m movin’ pack and i’m movin’ with urgency
guzzle the drink like i’m in a fraternity
three-headed goat for the rest of eternity
f-ck on these b-tches, i f-ck on them perfectly
i f-ck with asians, i f-ck with diversity
they say my name, there is so much uncertainty

text the b-tch once she perplexed
i only hit the b-tch up for some s-x
but it’s whatever, cause she dtf
i’m blowin’ her back out and chokin’ her neck
i want a song with the motherf-ckin’ best
yung grady, lil mop, 20k for a check
i block the b-tch cause the b-tch was obsessed
i’ll never stop, i cannot get no rest

lil mop and i’m back in this b-tch with some urgency
and these b-tches got guns but i swear they can’t murder me
cole myer a jew but we goin’ to germany
f-ck on these b-tches, i ain’t got no courtesy
run this sh-t up like this sh-t an emergency
i change the weather, i feel like ron burgundy
i f-ck with asians, i f-ck with diversity
you know i’m the goat for the rest of eternity
they cannot turn on me
you cannot beat the best but you can learn from me
yeah, they gon’ follow me, b-tches be lurkin’ me
i’m up on the radio, i feel like ron burgundy

song of they year, pull up and i’m straight out the clear
yeah, i’m sippin’ ack not beer
all these b-tches livin’ out of fear
made no boy drop like a tear
we is on top, you ain’t comin’ around here

i came out on top
walk out with the bag, yeah, i came with the guap, aim to his top
pull up and i put him in a box
sippin’ on that lean and i pour it with the rocks
run it up on me, yeah, that’s not what you want
yeah, i get the lighter and i spark him like a blunt
f-ckin’ with another b-tch cause i’m not in love
yeah, i am the punch king, i’ma f-ckin’ run it up
she cheat on you, lil’ bro, tough luck
she was supposed to hit and tried another drug

don’t even listen cannot f-ck with us
i was just prayin’ for a hundred bucks
i’m runnin’ low, i’m finna hit the plug
they say i’m gon’ die so i know it’s enough
emergency, they should be callin’ me up
lil mop is on top and he f-cked the world up

- cole myer yung grady

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