I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't frontnI do the fuck what I wantnnVerse 1: PressurenPressure tired as fuck lining upnIt's getting old, its cold and half the night is upnAnd you wonder why fights erupt, wisen upnMr. Door bitch let me inside the clubnWith his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man fagnLet me in soon or I'mma piss in your hand bagnWhat's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streetsnHe ain't a bouncer he's just the fashion policenYou know whats tragic a girl stops trafficnYou let her in stop a bloke, thats a cock block faggotnGet a sweater for my dress codenWould you suggest go matching in sweaters with my best bro'snAn entry pass, give me entry fastnBefore your head comes acquainted with an empty glassnClubs and bad pussy are one and the samenAfter I talk my way in I'm never coming againnnChorus:nI don't dance when the DJ sweats menI don't jump when the MC begs menI don't front and there is no compnI do the fuck what I wantnnVerse 2: TrialsnMr. Trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirtnTry'na find a honey with some money and a nice pursenI'm on a bender and broke won't stop usnSo I hobble to a rich bitch as think as their walletnPromised the world to this girl that I'd get her heart racingnSip into sick pints and I'm always sayin' same shitnI need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hitnI need a drink like Angelina needs to leave her lipsnI'm at my peace when I'm pissed, if I get a drinknTell a chick whatever I got tell her to make her my bank tellernI'm a rank feller in need of Jesus Juice, Jesus Christ would I need to donStop the whole girl flattery thingnBuy it better when you walk around with charity tinsnNow say I'm fucked from birth, find a girl with purse that bulge and drinknand problem solvednnChorus:nI don't dance when the DJ sweats menI don't jump when the MC begs menI don't front and there is no compnI do the fuck what I wantnnVerse 3: HonsnHons the last dude that want to check your tracksnFor real what you think I'm about to press it up on ear waxnI doubt that that one thing I hate about cats spitting in ya ear likenits ness in '58nI wanna tell em' get fucked I came hear to get drunknand throw game like bad losers thats run out of lucknBut yet I'm stuck feeling awkward with some cats spittin flavournin my ear like Craig Mac was in my WalkmannI'd rather shit talkin and at least I'd get a word innand not some rappers dinner all floating in my bourbonnAnd when he's spittin I ain't even listeningnI came to see the live set not a pop star auditionnAnd I couldn't really care about the shit you writenand if I want my ear chewed then I'd go turn to turn with TysonnAnd if your offended I ain't try'na be harshnI'll hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking barnnChorus:nI don't dance when the DJ sweats menI don't jump when the MC begs menI don't front and there is no compnI do the fuck what I wantnnVerse 4: SuffanSuffa standing at the bar cos I wanna shout, a roundnGetting ignored so I had to pull my wallet outnI'm down with the fact that you wanna get some play bronBut you've been serving chicks while I've been standing here like ey yonDon't take all day bro, stop that weak shitnThat girl dont want you, that bitch wants a free drinknNow I'm getting shitted out this cat would've bought the bitter outnIf I was a broad and walked in with my titties outnOhh this bar tender thinks he can get these girls tipsynIn hopes of a wristynOn the real son, try make me feel dumbnIf I can't buy a fucking drink I'mma steal onenand spit liquor on the bar to set it on firenHalf price drinks is what it said on the flyernBut I can't even get served man, yeah thats chillnIgnore me all night I'mma rip off ya tillnnChorus:nI don't dance when the DJ sweats menI don't jump when the MC begs menI don't front and there is no compnI do the fuck what I wantnnVerse 5: SestanUnlce Sesta rolling up already half cutnBouncer still mad as a mother fucker from last monthnI've done fucked up tequila, lethalnHave me stealin and screamin and feeling up a beater vehiclenName's at the door, chill bro I'm goodnWhats ya name?nI'm Debris from the Hilltop Hoods (hey, yo)nPost myself with the drinks facing a sick shit hanging off my lipnwhile I'm chasing a bitchnDon't buy her a drink give em' a fly or a winknSee ya at my show next week (oohhh)nBefore I touched the whore she bounced when her fat friendnturned around like he's a funkoar! (slut!)nCalled to the bar now pour all of my shots but 4 bucks is all that I gotnFuck this I'mma bailncos alot of fans want me to sign their chest but they're malesnnChorus:nI don't dance when the DJ sweats menI don't jump when the MC begs menI don't front and there is no co,pnI do the fuck what I wantnnI don't dance, I don't jump, I don't frontnI do the fuck what I wantnn[Vocals/Sample:]nOnce I had a lovenKissed him every morningnThen one day my lovenLeft with no warning...