Lyrics: Ginger Breadman – Nobody (Interlude) Lyrics
Lyrics to Nobody (Interlude) by Ginger Breadman
I don’t want nobody
Fucking with me
In these streets
C’mon
Aint nobody got time for that
I don’t want nobody
Fucking with me
In these streets
Them other niggaz ain’t as hot as this
You know my style legit
I’m pricey with the feature
Need them Boity kinda deals
Pressure turned me into a polished diamond
You can count on me
I’m styling on these counterfeits
While tryna count the chips
Need my pockets fat about a bitch
Need my wallet thick
As Nadia got a squad of riders
We ain’t bout the politic
Look-away-passes
And it’s like we don’t know how to miss
99 thousand problems
I ain’t trippin bout a bitch
I ain’t sleeping …
Not a wink
Since i got it this is not a trick
I’ll simplify it
It ain’t tricking if you got this shit
I’m a urban legend not a myth
I’m fucking proud of it
I ain’t got a pick a side but they ain’t got a side to pick
Nobody
They ain’t got a style to pick
And I’m the one who got the sound
At any moment
Not to flipping niggaz
Got a lot of lip
And don’t know how to plot a lick
Niggaz switchin’ up their stories
Cause I gave the plot a twist
Next season catch me in designer kicks
Meeting with my lawyer readin’ clauses in the finest prints
Prospects like a college kid who got a scholarship
And my condition?
Kinda mint
I got the Mayo – condiments
Fuck opinions
Fuck a comment
Cause the sauce just gotta drip
I fucked up commas buying shit
That prolly cost about a brick
And yea i’m flossing i’ll admit
It’s for the culture
I’ll show you trilly kick the flyest shit
I’m not the one to try with
Back and fourth across the country peep the tech-rider bitch
Need a cheque as big as Riky’s peep the threads and hide ya bitch
I remember how my teacher said i won’t amount to shit
But i made it off a rhyme and
Never had to try and fit
Into skinny jeans I know you see the wallet bulge a bit
And what’s the fucking budget kinda like the way this Prada fits
Up the fucking budget need to cop my kid a lot of things
Wanna send him back to creché
In some Balenciaga kicks
So I don’t want nobody…
Fucking with me
In these streets
I don’t want nobody
Fucking with me
In these streets
C’mon
Aint nobody got time for that
I don’t want nobody
Fucking with me
In these streets