I dont dance,
I dont jump,
I dont front,
I do the fuck what i want

Pressure, tired as fuck lining up,
its gettint old its cold and half the night is up
and you wonder why fights erupt wisen up
mr doorbitch let me inside the club
with his gel haired tight pants silky short man fag
let me in soon or ima piss in your hand bag,
whats he gonna do if he gets bashed on the streets
he aint a bouncer hes just the fashion police
you know whats tragic, a girl stops traffic,
let her in stop a bloke, thats a cock block faggot
get a sweater for my dress code would you suggest
go matchin in sweaters with my best bro's
an entry pass, give me entry fast
before your head comes acquainted with an empty glass
clubs and bad pussy are one of the same
but i talk my way in and never come here again

I dont dance, when the DJ sweats me
I dont jump, when the MC begs me
I dont front, and there is no cops
I do the fuck what i want

Mr trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirt
tryna find a honey with some money and a nice purse
im on a bender and broke wont stop us
so I hobble to a rich bitch to get as I think of their wallet
promised the world to this girl, get her heart racing
sip into sick pints and im always saying the same shit
I need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit,
I need a drink like angelina needs to leave her lips
Im at peace when im pissed if i get a drink
tell a chick whatever i gotta tell her to make her my bank teller
im a rank fella in need of jesus juice
jesus chris would I need to do
stop the whole girl flattery thing
people buy it better when you walk around with charity tins
now i say im fucked from birth fiund a girl with purse that buldge
and drink and problem solved

I dont dance, when the DJ sweats me
I dont jump, when the MC begs me
I dont front, and there is no cops
I do the fuck what i want

Hons the last dude that wants to check your tracks
for real waht you think im about to press it up on ear wax
i doubt that that's one thing i hate about cats
spitting in ya ear like its ness in 58
i wanna tell em get fucked i came here to get drunk
and throw game like bad losers that run out of luck
but yet im stuck feeling awkward with some cats spittin flavour
in my ear like craig mac was in my walkman
i'd rather shit talk and atleast i'd get a word in
and not some rappers dinner all floating in my bourbon
and when he's spitting i aint even listening
i came to see the live set not a pop star audition
and I couldnt really rare about the shit you write
and if i want my ear chewed then i'd go turn to turn with tyson
and if your offended i aint tryna be harsh
ill hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking bar

I dont dance, when the DJ sweats me
I dont jump, when the MC begs me
I dont front, and there is no cops
I do the fuck what i want

suffa standing at the bar cause i wanna shout a round
getting ignored so i had to pull my wallet out
im down with the fact that you wanna get some play bro
but you've been serving chicks while i've been standing here like "ey yo"
dont take all day bro, stop that weak shit
that girl dont want you, that bitch wants a free drink
now im getting shitted out this cat would've bought the bitter out
if i wasbroad and walked in with my titties out
oh this bar teneded he can get these girls tipsy in hopes of a wristy
on the real son try to make me feel dumb
if i can buy a fucking drink im'a steal one
and spit liquour on the bar to set it on fire
half price drinks is what it said on the flyer
but i cant even get served man, ye' thats chill
ignore me all night i'ma rip of ya till

I dont dance, when the DJ sweats me
I dont jump, when the MC begs me
I dont front, and there is no cops
I do the fuck what i want

uncle sesta rolling up already half cut
bouncer still mad as a motherfucker from last month
ive done fucked up tequila, lethal
have me stealin and screamin and feeling up a beater vehicle
names at the door, chill bro im good
Whats ya name? im debris from the hilltop hoods (hey yo)
post myself with the drinks facing a sick shit
hanging off my lip while im chasing a bitch
dont buy her a drink give em a fly or a wink
see ya at my show next week (ohhh)
before i touched the whore she bounced
when her fat friend turned around like
HES A FUNKOAR (slut!)
called to the bar now pour all my shots
but 4 bucks is all that i got fuck this i'ma bail
cause alotta fans want me to sign there chest but they're males

I don't dance,
I don't jump,
I don't front
I do the fuck what I want

*fading*
Once I had a love
Kissed him every morning
Then one day my love
Left with no warning...


Lyrics submitted by MattyDOUBLEU

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