Bri Biase - Emergency Lyrics

Nine-one-one, what's your emergency
Uh, uh, uh, uh, BB
Every time I look at my phone, it's another check callin
Yeah, nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency

Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, gone need surgery
They don't wanna do no features, got these rappin' hoes scurred to me
And they label stealin, I should sue them hoes for perjury
Pull up with my, yeah, yeah, is he trickin, yeah, yeah

Is he ballin, yeah, yeah, is we f*ckin, I don't know
I don't talk to cops or opps or hoes I never saw before
As far as I'm concerned, you ain't my mama, you ain't got enough
Bitch, bend it over, let me see that booty talk

Got designer on her heels, she say that's her boojie walk
You say that you love me, what you actin' goofy for
If you scared to pull that trigger, what you got that tooley for
Uh, uh, we got switches like them bushes in the hood

Uh, uh, she got pressure, I say f*ck it let her cool
Yeah, yeah, nigga green, he ain't never hit a jug
Don't know why he on my body, tryna f*ck me, never could
Yeah, yeah, I got shooters that gon' spin like ballerinas

Yeah, yeah, I ain't stoppin' till I'm packin' out arenas
Pistol make her dance, make her do the Macarena
I don't trust her, tryna do me like that fat hoe, Did Salena
Shh, with my sister, she been drinkin' Casamiga

I got this nigga tryna pull up to my casa, he a eater
He know I got good energy, I'm solid, I'm a keeper
He just got my hair done, say he life when I'm a diva
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency

Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, gon' need surgery
They won't do no feature, got these rappin' hoes scurred of me
And they label stealin, I should sue them hoes for perjury
Pull up with my yeah, yeah, is he trickin

Yeah, yeah, is he ballin
Yeah, yeah, is we f*ckin? I don't know
I don't talk to cops or ops or hoes, I never saw before
As far as I'm concerned, you ain't my mama, you ain't got enough

They like, B.B, you too hard, you gotta lighten up
I'm like, f*ck them hoes, I'm schemin, better tighten up
I remember when they told me I wasn't light enough
Now them niggas on my chocolate body, cause I'm pipin' up

Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, might need surgery

These bitches scurred of me
I should sue them hoes for perjury
B.B, yeah, yeah
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