Emilio Rojas - Nobody F*cking With Me lyrics
rate mefeat. XV & Chris Webby
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
There ain’t nobody fucking with Emili
With a couple bad bitches that’ll suck us silly
For the rockin’, I’ve been living like a boxer out of Philly
And I’m running up the Rocky stairs, lucky that I got there
A little Pac in him, little bit of Jay, a lot of Em
Little bit of 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 casinos
My bitches never need clothes ‘cause they covered in weed smoke
My memory is foggy, I’ve forgotten how to be broke
They know we hungry how we roll around
So if we bite the hand that feeds
Is ‘cause it’s only tryin’ hold us down
Latinos glowing now, every show we showing out
Y’all are fucking crazy tyrina slow us down
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
RIP to those Mercedes doors
They suicide and I ain’t even save ‘em Lord
A simple life full of nights that you’d go crazy for
Blaze at dorms with crazy whores, hotel rooms with 80 floors
Hold up, shit, there may be more
But I’m the Oompa Loompa, so these dudes will never play me short
Mind is like I’m 84
Flow is like I’m 90s branded and grind is like I’m 80s born
Flow is filled with all these threats that all these naked babes want
Niggas ask how the rap game changed me
First thing I answer is ‘the rap game ain’t me’
Authenticity is a definite, it seems, faintly
And lately I haven’t been placing where niggas place me
Wouldn’t be preaching if niggas made masterpieces
But basically, these niggas be blatantly fucking tracing
Green turn on the lantern, Bruce Banner just got angry
Backpack, hundred stacks, going green, ain’t we?
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Aye, Emilio, let me drop the beat, a Connecticut prodigy
Who probably would have people asking ‘who let the monster free?’
No need to do it modestly
Lyrically leave ‘em full of 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 twenty when you’re snorting blow
I’m Al Capone taking over for Johnny Torrio
Boss status, feather in my fedora
My backpack packed fat like Dora the Explorer
You just a mean old, motherfucker, Webby is an orca
I’m the Lord of the Fucking Rings and you hobbits getting tortured
The Sword of Excalibur, so who’s my next challenger?
You Jeff Goldblums got a T-Re after you
So you must go faster, must go faster
‘Cause when they handing us a mic, we crush those rappers
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
