Lyrics:
Now I'm driving porsche, Panamera 911
Porsche, Panamera 911
Now I'm driving porsche, Panamera 911
Porsche, Panamera 911
Now I'm driving porsche,
everything is cool
Uh, she hot as hell lets call her Helen,
Fireman to her rescue like 9-11,
Fucking right I make her hot,
She got the devil in her,
I do
9-1-1, let me call my savior
Jesus on the main line, brand new t-shirt (ahh, ma' what up?)
Don't make me stain mine
Drank so much, she throwin' up my
insane and now she's losing me
We're nothing like we used to be
Used to be
No, we're having an emergency
Make the call, 9-1-1
It's going down, pop
know my shit drop bitch? 9-11
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Nigga you should too, if you
(wah, woo, wah, woo, wah)
My name is in your mouth, shoo, shoo
It's gon' take more than pride to stop
Call 9-1-1, I caught a body
Sun up now,
dangerous suspects in the area
Close and lock doors and windows
Do not answer your door
Do not pick up strangers
Call 9-1-1 if you need help or have any
Como lo mueve
Como lo mueve
Llámenle al 9-1-1
Como lo mueve
Como se siente
Llámenle al 9-1-1
Mira mi flow
Como cacho
La bola y ya la encestó
divided by walls
Oceans and latitudes
And longitude, longing to find out
Just what they're missing, whoa
They're lots of area codes
And nine digit
of them mean absolutely nothing
But some of them mean everything
John 3:16, the fab four,
The fifty yard line, the thirteenth floor,
9/11, the dirty
First things first
I don't fucking fight
I call 911
At the speed of light
If you got a issue
You know it's on sight
Not talkin' scrappin'
I'm
Compulsive hoarders
Affective disorders
By listening you agree to our terms
And grant permission for diminishing returns
See something, say something
Call 911
know my shit drop bitch? 9-11
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Nigga you should too, if you
escapin' it, this anger is spilling
Almost like recreatin' a feelin' of 9/11 when the second plane hit the building
So let 'em paint you the villain
Some
fucking ready since 9/11 bitch
Two tall legs looking like the twin towers
Eat the hairy pussy like I'm fucking Austin Powers
Crabby patty looking ass I'm
I leave her steamin', yeah
But everything is cool
Uh, she hot as hell lets call her Helen,
Fireman to her rescue like 9-11,
F***ing right I make
pain, me
Old AP he was crazy
I lose control
They shot my nigga in the head, got him in his dome
I'm dialing 911, please pick up the phone
I'm drinking
(someone please call 9-1-1)
But if they ever get the watch on my left arm
I'ma have more bury than that guy Stephon
First they put that white seed over
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
(someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white seed over you
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless
cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out
on my mind
Constantly adding up, arranging dollar signs
I heard they mad at us to that I say fine
Pay it no mind
Just pay it for a 9-11
Might just
took a prayer out of schools
After the 9-11 scare that's all we do
We compromise our liberties for security
We can become so self in dosed that we can't
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