I dont dance, nI dont jump, nI dont front, nI do the fuck what i wantnnPressure, tired as fuck lining up,nits gettint old its cold and half the night is upnand you wonder why fights erupt wisen upnmr doorbitch let me inside the clubnwith his gel haired tight pants silky short man fagnlet me in soon or ima piss in your hand bag,nwhats he gonna do if he gets bashed on the streetsnhe aint a bouncer hes just the fashion policenyou know whats tragic, a girl stops traffic, nlet her in stop a bloke, thats a cock block faggotnget a sweater for my dress code would you suggest ngo matchin in sweaters with my best bro'snan entry pass, give me entry fastn before your head comes acquainted with an empty glassnclubs and bad pussy are one of the same nbut i talk my way in and never come here againnnI dont dance, when the DJ sweats menI dont jump, when the MC begs menI dont front, and there is no copsnI do the fuck what i wantnnMr trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirtntryna find a honey with some money and a nice pursenim on a bender and broke wont stop usnso I hobble to a rich bitch to get as I think of their walletnpromised the world to this girl, get her heart racingnsip into sick pints and im always saying the same shitnI need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit,nI need a drink like angelina needs to leave her lipsnIm at peace when im pissed if i get a drinkntell a chick whatever i gotta tell her to make her my bank tellernim a rank fella in need of jesus juicenjesus chris would I need to donstop the whole girl flattery thingnpeople buy it better when you walk around with charity tinsnnow i say im fucked from birth fiund a girl with purse that buldgenand drink and problem solvednnI dont dance, when the DJ sweats menI dont jump, when the MC begs menI dont front, and there is no copsnI do the fuck what i wantnnHons the last dude that wants to check your tracksnfor real waht you think im about to press it up on ear waxni doubt that that's one thing i hate about catsnspitting in ya ear like its ness in 58ni wanna tell em get fucked i came here to get drunknand throw game like bad losers that run out of lucknbut yet im stuck feeling awkward with some cats spittin flavournin my ear like craig mac was in my walkmanni'd rather shit talk and atleast i'd get a word innand not some rappers dinner all floating in my bourbonnand when he's spitting i aint even listeningni came to see the live set not a pop star auditionnand I couldnt really rare about the shit you writenand if i want my ear chewed then i'd go turn to turn with tysonnand if your offended i aint tryna be harshnill hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking barnnI dont dance, when the DJ sweats menI dont jump, when the MC begs menI dont front, and there is no copsnI do the fuck what i wantnnsuffa standing at the bar cause i wanna shout a roundngetting ignored so i had to pull my wallet outnim down with the fact that you wanna get some play bronbut you've been serving chicks while i've been standing here like ey yondont take all day bro, stop that weak shitnthat girl dont want you, that bitch wants a free drinknnow im getting shitted out this cat would've bought the bitter outnif i wasbroad and walked in with my titties outnoh this bar teneded he can get these girls tipsy in hopes of a wristynon the real son try to make me feel dumbnif i can buy a fucking drink im'a steal onenand spit liquour on the bar to set it on firenhalf price drinks is what it said on the flyernbut i cant even get served man, ye' thats chillnignore me all night i'ma rip of ya tillnnI dont dance, when the DJ sweats menI dont jump, when the MC begs menI dont front, and there is no copsnI do the fuck what i wantnnuncle sesta rolling up already half cutnbouncer still mad as a motherfucker from last monthnive done fucked up tequila, lethalnhave me stealin and screamin and feeling up a beater vehiclennames at the door, chill bro im goodnWhats ya name? im debris from the hilltop hoods (hey yo)npost myself with the drinks facing a sick shitn hanging off my lip while im chasing a bitchndont buy her a drink give em a fly or a winknsee ya at my show next week (ohhh)nbefore i touched the whore she bouncednwhen her fat friend turned around likenHES A FUNKOAR (slut!)ncalled to the bar now pour all my shotsnbut 4 bucks is all that i got fuck this i'ma bailncause alotta fans want me to sign there chest but they're malesnnI don't dance,nI don't jump, nI don't frontnI do the fuck what I wantnn*fading*nOnce I had a lovenKissed him every morningnThen one day my lovenLeft with no warning...