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[Intro]
I don't dance,
I don't jump,
I don't front,
I do the fuck what I want.

[Verse 1 - Pressure]
Pressure, tired as fuck lining up
It's getting old, it's cold and half the night is up
And you wonder why fights erupt, wisen up
Mr. Door Bitch let me inside the club
With his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man fag
Let me in soon or I'ma piss in your hand bag
What's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streets?
He ain't a bouncer, (What?) he's just the fashion police (Oh!)
You know whats tragic, a girl stops traffic
You let her in, stop a bloke, that's a cock block faggot
Get a sweater for my dress code
What you suggest, yo, matching knitted sweaters with my best bros?
An entry pass, give me entry fast
Before your head comes acquainted with an empty glass
Clubs and bad pussy are one and the same
After I talk my way in I'm never coming again

[Chorus]
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want

[Verse 2 - Trials]
Mr. Trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirt
Tryin' to find a honey with some money and a nice purse
I'm on a bender and broke won't stop us
So I hobble to a rich bitch as thick as their wallet
Promised the world to this girl, then I get her heart racing
Simply to put it, find some more and say the same shit
I need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit
I need a drink like Angelina needs to leave her lips
I'm at my peace when I'm pissed, if I get a drink
Tell a chick whatever I gotta tell her to make her my bank teller
I'm a rank fella, in need of Jesus juice, Jesus Christ would I need to do
Stop the whole girl flattery thing
People buy it better when you walk around with charity tins
Now say I'm fucked from birth, find a girl with purse that bulge and drinking problem solved

[Chorus]
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me
I don't front, and there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want

[Verse 3 - Hons]
Hons one the last dude who wants to check your track
For real, what you think I'm about to press it up on ear wax?
I doubt that, man that's one thing I hate when cats spitting in ya ear like it's an SM58
I wanna tell 'em get fucked, I came hear to get drunk
And throw game like bad losers that's run out of luck
But yet I'm stuck feeling awkward, with some cat spittin' his flavor in my ear like Craig Mac was in my Walkman
I'd rather shit talk and at least I'd get a word in
And not some rapper's dinner all floating in my bourbon
And when he's spittin', I ain't even listening
I came to see the live set, not a pop star audition
And I couldn't really care about the shit you're writing
And if I want my ear chewed, then I'd go toe to toe with Tyson
And if you're offended, I ain't tryin' to be harsh
I'll hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking bar

[Chorus]
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want

[Verse 4 - Suffa]
Suffa, standing at the bar 'cause I wanna shout, a round
Getting ignored so I had to pull my wallet out, I'm 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"
Don't take all day bro, stop that weak shit
That girl don't want you, that bitch wants a free drink
Now I'm getting shitted out, this cat would've bought the bitter out
If I was a broad and walked in with my titties out
Oh, this bar tender thinks he can get these girls tipsy in hopes of a wristy
On the real son, try make me feel dumb
If I can't buy a fucking drink I'ma steal one
And spit liquor on the bar to set it on fire
Half price drinks is what it said on the flier
But I can't even get served man, yeah that's chill
Ignore me all night I'ma rip off ya till

[Chorus]
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want

[Verse 5 - Sesta]
Uncle Sesta, rolling up already half cut
Bouncer still mad as a mother fucker from last month
I've done fucked up tequila, lethal
Have me stealin' and screamin' and feeling up a beater vehicle
Name's at the door, chill bro I'm good
"What's your name?"
"I'm Debris from the Hilltop Hoods", (How ya goin'?)
Post myself with the drinks facing a sick shit hanging off my lip
while I'm chasing a bitch
Don't buy her a drink, give 'em a flier and wink
See ya at my show next week (Oohhh)
Before I touched the whore
She bounced when her fat friend turned around like "He's a Funkoar!" (Slut!)
Called to the bar, now pour all of my shots, bout 4 bucks is all that I got
Fuck this I'ma bail
'Cause a lot of fans want me to sign their chest, but they're males

[Chorus]
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want

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

[Outro Sample]
"Once I had a love",
"Kissed him every morning",
"Then one day my love",
"Left with no warning..."