Niggas In Paris (freestyle) Lyrics - Emilio Rojas

Intro: 

Yeah, uh, rock city in this motherfucker, 

yeah, yeah yeah yeah, hey hey hey 

It's Emili baby! Let's go! 

Verse 1: 

Ball so hard mu'fuckas wanna' sign me, 

But I already got a team of the best behind me 

so if y'all wanna ball, y'all comin' inna my league 

On the high seas, where I be, with a dime piece, 

they obviously just wanna pirate these 

here flows my fans Somali 

But I'm known on the Coast of the Mamis (?) 

With a nose fulla cokes (?) who do not sneeze 

Take control of the boat 'til they knock-kneed 

And I never ever go like Gaddafi 

Now your speed will be my speed 

And you doin' whatever the FUCK I deem 

is appropriate without controlling it, 

to the last drop like it's an IV 

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Verse 2: 

Wanna find me? I'm not hidin' 

I be wherever the FUCK I be 

With a brightened ling (?) is up my sleeve 

'Cause homie it's 'bout timing 

And my time will be high time 

Your time will be bye time 

You find it funny you say time is money 

Bitch! you broke asses can't buy time 

Uh, I'ma get a bit a bread, 

an' I'm gonna spen' it I ain't livin' when I'm dead 

Livin' to the limit I be livin' on the edge 

You gettin' pissed on, you were livin' like a pledge 

Yeah, I'm the baddest out 

Learned how to be the man with no dad around 

And I done chat around and Mrs. Sad is 'bout to be (?) 

On another level with a tax accountant 

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Verse 3: 

Grow wise with age but y'all at the fountain 

of youth, and throwin' loose change at it poutin' 

Roll with a clique and the Jack was wild (?) 

You all roll with a clique you know jack about 

So cold and belligerent, 

I don't give one FUCK! Not a little bit 

If you gettin' in the way of my Benjamins, 

I be cuttin' out the middle man 

Like sho' 'nuff I gotta glow up 

And now everybody know I'ma blow up, 

If you the chick and ain't suckin' dick 

I'ma spit that and tell you to grow up (?) 

We both know when you pulled up 

Open up so girl don't front 

You go nuts upon both nuts 

You teary eyed like you choked up 

Verse 4: 

Don't cry, dry ya' eyes, 

Never been the type to like a 9 to 5 

My people in the Roc doin' time for pot (?) 

Throw a couple birds hopin' time will fly 

But I go under the A, for the winner of LA 

But I'm gettin' on a plane and I'm jettin' ain't 

no FA-vors I'm deadin' anybody that's sendin' 

in they hand without nothing to give back to beginning (?)