CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Nobody Fuckin Wit Us
(EBlessedMe)
Ain't nobody f**kin' with us, whole city know (Yeah, they know)
Kitchen floor, bet a thousand?on?the ten-or-four (Ten-or-four)
Fly?every day, I could've shot a?video (Yeah, I could've, Cypress)
Foreign ridin' up high, but I'm?sittin'?low?(Yeah, I'm low)
Told?the valet n***a?don't slam this Bentley door (Don't slam my door)
It's too cold, yeah, I'm finna grab my Fendi coat (Wear my coat)
B*t*hes sayin' they got n***as, bet I hit 'em, though (Still here)
Walkin' in these big shoes, but I fit 'em, though (Still fit)
Too much money, it can't fit in no f**kin' wallet (Yeah)
All these kicks, I can't fit in no f**kin' closet (They can't fit)
Expensive-a** black belt, think I know karate (I know karate)
Feel like Future, my b*t*h bad and she know pilates (She know pilates)
Pretty-a** face and she got the perfect body (Yeah, she perfect)
Ain't no service in the hills, how you finna find me? (Ain't no service)
Labels ain't talkin' no mils, how you finna sign me? (Ain't no mil')
Four thousand dollar bills when we finish dining (Yeah, we eatin')
I just bought her them Diors, is you finished whining?
Let these lil' n***as talk, alright, you finished lying?
I'm tryna marry all my b*t*hes like I'm Frankie Lymon
She tryna suck it on the road, can I finish driving?
Tried to turn and spilled my juice, hit the f**kin' island
Twelve hundred on these kicks, got me walkin' violent
Ain't no fans at your shows, yeah, your shows silent
B*t*hes don't wanna f**k with y'all, why you cryin'?
My b*t*h mad 'cause I don't listen, yeah, I'm too defiant
Walk in this b*t*h and make a banger, it ain't rocket science
Turn a blower to Houdini when the cops behind us
Yeah, she left when I was broke, she tryna make it up
Told that b*t*h to suck it first, you gotta wake it up
It's a couple bad b*t*hes I can't wait to f**k
High ceilings at the crib, this sh*t gated up
Told the b*t*h you gotta cook and clean to stay with us
Ain't nobody f**kin' with us, whole city know (Yeah, they know)
Kitchen floor, bet a thousand?on?the ten-or-four (Ten-or-four)
Fly?every day, I could've shot a?video (Yeah, I could've, Cypress)
Foreign ridin' up high, but I'm?sittin'?low?(Yeah, I'm low)
Told?the valet n***a?don't slam this Bentley door (Don't slam my door)
It's too cold, yeah, I'm finna grab my Fendi coat (Wear my coat)
B*t*hes sayin' they got n***as, bet I hit 'em, though (Still here)
Walkin' in these big shoes, but I fit 'em, though (Still fit)
Too much money, it can't fit in no f**kin' wallet (Yeah)
All these kicks, I can't fit in no f**kin' closet (They can't fit)
Expensive-a** black belt, think I know karate (I know karate)
Feel like Future, my b*t*h bad and she know pilates (She know pilates)
Pretty-a** face and she got the perfect body (Yeah, she perfect)
Ain't no service in the hills, how you finna find me? (Ain't no service)
Labels ain't talkin' no mils, how you finna sign me? (Ain't no mil')
Four thousand dollar bills when we finish dining (Yeah, we eatin')
I just bought her them Diors, is you finished whining?
Let these lil' n***as talk, alright, you finished lying?
I'm tryna marry all my b*t*hes like I'm Frankie Lymon
She tryna suck it on the road, can I finish driving?
Tried to turn and spilled my juice, hit the f**kin' island
Twelve hundred on these kicks, got me walkin' violent
Ain't no fans at your shows, yeah, your shows silent
B*t*hes don't wanna f**k with y'all, why you cryin'?
My b*t*h mad 'cause I don't listen, yeah, I'm too defiant
Walk in this b*t*h and make a banger, it ain't rocket science
Turn a blower to Houdini when the cops behind us
Yeah, she left when I was broke, she tryna make it up
Told that b*t*h to suck it first, you gotta wake it up
It's a couple bad b*t*hes I can't wait to f**k
High ceilings at the crib, this sh*t gated up
Told the b*t*h you gotta cook and clean to stay with us
