[Hook]
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Ain¡¯t nobody fucking with me¡¦
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Ain¡¯t nobody fucking with me¡¦
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Ain¡¯t nobody fucking with me¡¦
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[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
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There ain¡¯t nobody fuckin¡¯ with Emilli
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With a couple bad bitches that¡¯ll suck us silly
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For the rockin¡¯, I¡¯ve been livin¡¯ like a boxer out of Philly
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And I¡¯m runnin¡¯ up the Rocky stairs, lucky that I got in here
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A little ¡®Pac in him, little bit of Jay, a lot of Em¡¯
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Little bit of Pun and Hector Lavoe so them women wantin¡¯ him
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Now that¡¯s a Latin swag, full price for half a bag
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Young and I had nothin¡¯, I ain¡¯t never goin¡¯ back to that
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Wherever we go, you know we gettin¡¯ c-notes
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Makin¡¯ money off your fuckin¡¯ reservations like casinos
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My bitches never need clothes ¡®cause they covered in weed smoke
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My memory is foggy, I¡¯ve forgotten how to be broke
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They know we hungry, how we roll around
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So if we bite the bite the hand that feeds
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It¡¯s only ¡®cause it¡¯s tryin¡¯ to hold us down
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Latinos glowin¡¯ now ? every show we showin¡¯ out
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Y¡¯all are fuckin¡¯ crazy tryna slow us down
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: XV]
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RIP to those Mercedez doors
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They suicide, and I ain¡¯t even save ¡®em, Lord
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A simple life full of nights that you¡¯d go crazy for
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Blaze at dorms with crazy whores, hotel rooms with 80 floors
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Hold up, shit, there may be more
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But I¡¯m the Oompa Loompa, so these dudes¡¯ll never play me short
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Mind is like I¡¯m 84
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Flow is like I¡¯m 90s branded and grind is like I¡¯m 80s born
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Flow is filled with all these threats that all these naked babes want
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Niggas ask how the rap game changed me
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First thing I answer is ¡°the rap game ain¡¯t me¡±
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Authenticity is a definite, it seems, faintly
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And lately, I haven¡¯t been placin¡¯ where niggas place me
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Wouldn¡¯t be preachin¡¯ if niggas made masterpieces
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But basically, theses niggas be blatantly fuckin¡¯ tracin¡¯
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Green turn on the lantern, Bruce Banner just got angry
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Backpacks, hundred stacks, goin¡¯ green, ain¡¯t we?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
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Aye, Emilio, let me drop the beat ? a Connecticut prodigy
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Who probably would have people askin¡¯ ¡°who let the monster free?¡±
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No need to do it modestly
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Lyrically leave ¡®em full of more holes
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than George W¡¯s environmental policies
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Honestly, this is just another fuckin¡¯ story told
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Takin¡¯ over the planet from Alaska to Borneo
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Joints rolled tighter than a twenty when you¡¯re snortin¡¯ blow
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I¡¯m Al Capone takin¡¯ over for Johnny Torrio
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Boss status, feather in my fedora
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My backpack pack fat like Dora the Explorer
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You just a minnow, motherfucker, Webby is an orca
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I¡¯m the Lord of the Fuckin¡¯ Rings and you hobbits gettin¡¯ tortured
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The Sword of Excalibur, so who¡¯s my next challenger?
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You Jeff Goldblums got a T-Rex after ya
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So you must go faster, must go faster
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¡®Cause when they handin¡¯ us a mic, we crush those rappers
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[Hook]
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Nobody Fucking With Me
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| Emilio Rojas |
