Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 911, artist - Trevor Daniel. Date of issue: 25.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
911 |
| She’s just a friend with a bonus, yeah |
| Lil' extra somethin' on the side |
| I think we both know what we want, yeah |
| Neither of us want to ruin what we’ve got |
| 911, it’s an emergency |
| She’s on fire, she’s summertime |
| Like kryptonite, weak in the knees |
| She got me tongue tied |
| Is she the type to be down and ride? |
| 'Till the day I die, yeah, yeah |
| Talk to me, sparks and gasoline |
| Is this tragedy a masterpiece? |
| Hold me down like gravity |
| Help me keep my sanity |
| She royalty to me, her majesty |
| That body hazardous, I think she plannin' it |
| Oh, no, no, no, no, joke |
| Baby, burn me up, think I’m smellin' smoke |
| Got me fallin' for her, feelin' like dominoes |
| Oh, oh, oh, I was sick and shorty my antidote |
| I don’t know how she like me down like this |
| I hit the floor |
| She’s just a friend with a bonus, yeah |
| Lil' extra somethin' on the side |
| I think we both know what we want, yeah |
| Neither of us want to ruin what we’ve got |
| 911, it’s an emergency |
| She’s on fire, she’s summertime |
| Like kryptonite, weak in the knees |
| She got me tongue tied |
| Is she the type to be down and ride? |
| 'Till the day I die, yeah, yeah |
| 911, it’s an emergency |
| She’s on fire, she’s summertime |
| Like kryptonite, weak in the knees |
| She got me tongue tied |
| Is she the type to be down and ride? |
| 'Till the day I die, yeah, yeah |
| 911, it’s an emergency |
| She’s on fire, she’s summertime |
| That kryptonite, weak in the knees |
| She got me tongue tied |
| Is she the type to be down and ride? |
| 'Till the day I die, yeah, yeah |
| 911, it’s an emergency |
| She’s on fire, she’s summertime |
| Like kryptonite, weak in the knees |
| She got me tongue tied |
| Is she the type to be down and ride? |
| 'Till the day I die, yeah, yeah |
| 911, it’s an emergency |
| She’s on fire, she’s summertime |
| Like kryptonite, weak in the knees |
| She got me tongue tied |
| Is she the type to be down and ride? |
| 'Till the day I die, yeah, yeah |
| 911, it’s an emergency |
| She’s on fire, fires |