Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Mane you know how we spot 'em
Mane you know how we got 'em
Mane you know how we kill 'em
100k check might just go and buy a Cuban
Damn I'm trippin', need a 100 milli, buy my mom a Crib
I don't care where you from boy, I still got 'em killers
Got a brick on me
Shoot your big homie
Now, I'm your big homie
She my bitch but I got another bitch
Uh, wait, I still need another bitch
Can't take you in if you not thick and rich
I ain't tryna die young bitch, Roddy Ricch
Keep it on me, 50 round drum with a switch
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Bitch I never sleep, you can see it on my face
Say she feels good when she sit on my face
I like big body whip, make me wanna race
I'm way too real for 'em mmh mmh
I be the one they wanna chase
He took them pills, nigga outer space
Got a lot of dough, bitch stay in your place
Ain't into young ladies, nah nah
Like fine women, Bernice yah yah
Need my money taller than a Sudanese, wah wah
I don't wanna talk, I'm a big raw dawg
Cops outside with a pink light blow
Niggas say slide when you blink I show up
But we came right back, make you sink like boat
Have no problem makin' you sing like Ora
Whole lotta green, what? I'm gettin' that, wow!
Hol' up
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Syuh Skeema - Call Paramedics Lyrics
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Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Mane you know how we spot 'em
Mane you know how we got 'em
Mane you know how we kill 'em
100k check might just go and buy a Cuban
Damn I'm trippin', need a 100 milli, buy my mom a Crib
I don't care where you from boy, I still got 'em killers
Got a brick on me
Shoot your big homie
Now, I'm your big homie
She my bitch but I got another bitch
Uh, wait, I still need another bitch
Can't take you in if you not thick and rich
I ain't tryna die young bitch, Roddy Ricch
Keep it on me, 50 round drum with a switch
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Bitch I never sleep, you can see it on my face
Say she feels good when she sit on my face
I like big body whip, make me wanna race
I'm way too real for 'em mmh mmh
I be the one they wanna chase
He took them pills, nigga outer space
Got a lot of dough, bitch stay in your place
Ain't into young ladies, nah nah
Like fine women, Bernice yah yah
Need my money taller than a Sudanese, wah wah
I don't wanna talk, I'm a big raw dawg
Cops outside with a pink light blow
Niggas say slide when you blink I show up
But we came right back, make you sink like boat
Have no problem makin' you sing like Ora
Whole lotta green, what? I'm gettin' that, wow!
Hol' up
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Mane you know how we spot 'em
Mane you know how we got 'em
Mane you know how we kill 'em
100k check might just go and buy a Cuban
Damn I'm trippin', need a 100 milli, buy my mom a Crib
I don't care where you from boy, I still got 'em killers
Got a brick on me
Shoot your big homie
Now, I'm your big homie
She my bitch but I got another bitch
Uh, wait, I still need another bitch
Can't take you in if you not thick and rich
I ain't tryna die young bitch, Roddy Ricch
Keep it on me, 50 round drum with a switch
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Bitch I never sleep, you can see it on my face
Say she feels good when she sit on my face
I like big body whip, make me wanna race
I'm way too real for 'em mmh mmh
I be the one they wanna chase
He took them pills, nigga outer space
Got a lot of dough, bitch stay in your place
Ain't into young ladies, nah nah
Like fine women, Bernice yah yah
Need my money taller than a Sudanese, wah wah
I don't wanna talk, I'm a big raw dawg
Cops outside with a pink light blow
Niggas say slide when you blink I show up
But we came right back, make you sink like boat
Have no problem makin' you sing like Ora
Whole lotta green, what? I'm gettin' that, wow!
Hol' up
Call paramedics
Wrong how we doin' 'em
You better call paramedics
Still got a .42 up in the attic
Catch a nigga breath
Mane he asthmatic
Make him meet death
Mane that's traumatic, huh
Writer: Syuh Skeema
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