Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Untouched, artist - Emilio Rojas. Album song The Natural, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Same Plate Entertainment
Song language: English
Untouched |
Listen, I ain’t concerned with the shine |
I make ‘em work, I make ‘em earn it and grind |
Been flirting with dimes and smirking get a curve in they spine |
Where they determine your worth and where you furniture buy |
I pull strings to get ‘em open like a vertical blind |
The world has been mine for half my life, we all are acting like average |
The only standard you after from all that crap you write |
I’m in the rafters and I’m after height |
Grabbing at success will be what separates investing from a sacrifice |
I’m living handsomely, women slipping they hands on me |
So go ahead and diss me, then I’mma get you financially |
Miss me until you with me and then you be hardly standing me |
Friends turning they back on me then calling me family |
And my necessity lately is living recklessly |
Ladies is sitting next to me, aching to get to neck with me |
They ain’t change and they writing checks, they make wages |
Begging me to bite on they necks like they some fang bangers |
We ain’t strangers but I know the game and they dull the pain |
Chasing paper like it’s Novocain, I don’t know they names |
They my Jane Does and they only calling when I put my money in them |
Like a payphone, pesos is way low, lower than they should have been |
I will never settle when I’m knowing what I could have been |
Yeah, I keep on pushing it to get right and I bring it out you fucking bitches |
Like a mid-wife, you need to get a grip alright? |
I put that work, make ‘em, make ‘em earn it |
I don’t give away my respect, I make ‘em earn it |
And I stay fly from my sneakers to my shirt |
And when I pass by, younging keeping heads turning |
Make ‘em earn it, nothing is for free, make ‘em earn it, nothing is for free |
And I stay fly from my sneakers to my shirt |
And I don’t give away my respect, I make ‘em earn it |
Emili is a killer of a mother loving drum |
And the city where I’m from, it ain’t nothing but a slum |
So you know I gotta decompress, yeah, I gotta be the best |
And the flows I’m writing, well they’re tighter than a Freakum Dress |
Yeah, I don’t believe in stress, I’m into control |
The women that I know, they ain’t never been no hoes |
Ain’t never been no strippers slipping down on them poles |
But they political ‘cause they go down at the polls |
I’m something like an activist, younging, I was smashing chicks |
They was kinda older like I’m dusting in a graduate |
Running every track I hit, you love me ‘cause my fashion sense |
And I’m kinda buzzing in the motherfucking passionate |
Yeah, I give ‘em something to believe in, way past hellos |
Now I love you is the greeting and they really mean it |
Got dedicated haters that are judging my achievements |
I hustle while you motherfuckers sleep in, I’m beasting |