Emilio Rojas, Chris Webby, XV - Nobody Fucking With Me lyrics
Christian Webster
[Emilio Rojas, Chris Webby, XV - Nobody Fucking With Me lyrics]
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Yeah, now ain’t nobody fucking with Emili
With a couple bad bitches that’ll
Suck us till they silly
From the Roc and I been living
Like a boxer outta Philly
And I’m running up the Rocky stair
Lucky that I gotten here
A little Pac in him, little bit of Jay
A lot of Em a little Pun and Hector Lavoe
So them women wanting him
Now that’s a Latin swag
Full price for half a bag
Young and I had nothing
I ain’t never going back to that
Wherever we go, you know we getting c notes
Making money off your fucking
Reservations like casino
My bitches never need clothes ‘cause
They covered in weed smoke
My memory is foggy
I forgotten how to be broke
They know we hungry how we roll around
So if we bite the hand that feed
It’s ‘cause it only trying to hold us down
Latinos growing now, every show
We showing out
Y’all are fucking crazy trying
To slow us down
R-IP to those Mercedes doors
They suicide and I ain’t even save ‘em lord
A simple life full of nights
That you go crazy for
Blaze at dorms with crazy whores
Hotel rooms with 80 floors hold up, sit
There may be more but I’m no Oompa Loompa
So these dudes will never play me short
Mind is like I’m 84
Flow is like I’m 90's bred and
Grind is like I’m 80's born
Flow is still with all these threats
That all these naked bitties want
Niggas ask how the rap game changed, how?
First thing I answer is the rap game ain’t me
Authenticity isn't vivid, it’s seen faintly
Lately, I haven’t been placing
Where niggas place me
Wouldn’t be preaching if
Niggas made masterpieces but basely
These niggas been blatantly fucking tracing
Green, turn on the lantern and
Bruce Banner just got angry
Backpacks, hundred stacks, going green
Ain’t we?
Aye Emilio, let me drop the beat
A Conneticut prodigy
You probably what have people asking
Who let the monster free
No need to do it modestly, lyrically
Leave ‘em with more holes than
George W’s environmental policies
Honestly, this is just another
Fucking story told
Taking over the planet from Alaska to Borneo
Joints rolled tighter than a 20
When you snorting blow
I’m Al Capone taking over for Johnny Torrio
Boss status, feather in my fedora
My backpack pack fat like Dora the Explorer
You just a minnow motherfucker
Webby is an orca
I’m the lord of the fucking rings
And you hobbit's getting tortured
The sword of Excalibur so
Who’s my next challenger?
You Jeff Goldblums got a T-Rex after ya
So you must go faster, must go faster
‘Cause when they handing us a mic
We’ll crush those rappers
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Yeah, now ain’t nobody fucking with Emili
With a couple bad bitches that’ll
Suck us till they silly
From the Roc and I been living
Like a boxer outta Philly
And I’m running up the Rocky stair
Lucky that I gotten here
A little Pac in him, little bit of Jay
A lot of Em a little Pun and Hector Lavoe
So them women wanting him
Now that’s a Latin swag
Full price for half a bag
Young and I had nothing
I ain’t never going back to that
Wherever we go, you know we getting c notes
Making money off your fucking
Reservations like casino
My bitches never need clothes ‘cause
They covered in weed smoke
My memory is foggy
I forgotten how to be broke
They know we hungry how we roll around
So if we bite the hand that feed
It’s ‘cause it only trying to hold us down
Latinos growing now, every show
We showing out
Y’all are fucking crazy trying
To slow us down
R-IP to those Mercedes doors
They suicide and I ain’t even save ‘em lord
A simple life full of nights
That you go crazy for
Blaze at dorms with crazy whores
Hotel rooms with 80 floors hold up, sit
There may be more but I’m no Oompa Loompa
So these dudes will never play me short
Mind is like I’m 84
Flow is like I’m 90's bred and
Grind is like I’m 80's born
Flow is still with all these threats
That all these naked bitties want
Niggas ask how the rap game changed, how?
First thing I answer is the rap game ain’t me
Authenticity isn't vivid, it’s seen faintly
Lately, I haven’t been placing
Where niggas place me
Wouldn’t be preaching if
Niggas made masterpieces but basely
These niggas been blatantly fucking tracing
Green, turn on the lantern and
Bruce Banner just got angry
Backpacks, hundred stacks, going green
Ain’t we?
Aye Emilio, let me drop the beat
A Conneticut prodigy
You probably what have people asking
Who let the monster free
No need to do it modestly, lyrically
Leave ‘em with more holes than
George W’s environmental policies
Honestly, this is just another
Fucking story told
Taking over the planet from Alaska to Borneo
Joints rolled tighter than a 20
When you snorting blow
I’m Al Capone taking over for Johnny Torrio
Boss status, feather in my fedora
My backpack pack fat like Dora the Explorer
You just a minnow motherfucker
Webby is an orca
I’m the lord of the fucking rings
And you hobbit's getting tortured
The sword of Excalibur so
Who’s my next challenger?
You Jeff Goldblums got a T-Rex after ya
So you must go faster, must go faster
‘Cause when they handing us a mic
We’ll crush those rappers