What I Want

Lyrics

[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 handbag 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 what's 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 bro's? 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 [Refrain: Pressure] 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] Ayy, ayy, ayy Mr Trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirt Tryna 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 hip 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 got tell her to make her my bank teller I'm a rank feller in need of Jesus Juice Jesus Christ what 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 [Refrain: Trials] 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 the last dude that want to check your tracks 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 your ear like it's an SM58 I want to tell 'em get fucked, I came here to get drunk And throw game like bad losers that's run out of luck But yet I'm stuck feeling awkward With some cats spitting his flavour in my ear like Craig Mack 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 spitting 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 writin' And if I want my ear chewed then I'd go toe to toe with Tyson And if you're offended, I ain't trying to be harsh I'll hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking bar [Refrain: Hons] 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] Uh, uh Suffa standing at the bar 'cause I wanna shout A round, get 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, "Ayo" 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 shitty [?], this cat'd pour the bitter out If I was a broad and walked in with my titties out Oh, this bartender 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 flyer But I can't even get served, man, yeah, that's chill Ignore me all night I'ma rip off ya till [Refrain: Suffa] 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 motherfucker from last month I've done fucked up tequila, lethal Have me stealing and screaming and feeling up a beating people Names at the door, chill bro I'm good "Whats your name?" "I'm Debris from the Hilltop Hoods" (how you 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 flyer and wink See you at my show next week (oh) 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 But four 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 [Refrain (Extended): Sesta] 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"