Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Want Drama, artist - MJG. Album song Classic Pimpin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2018
Record label: PUSH MANAGEMENT
Song language: English
Don't Want Drama |
It’s Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for |
Collaboration, c’mon now |
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s so, c’mon |
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound |
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that’s how we get down |
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from |
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up What's the |
deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here |
They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine |
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain’t hard as us Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us Lay it down, please remember, games we don’t play them now |
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round |
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up Bitch… nigga!!! |
Bitch… nigga!!! |
Bitch… nigga!!! |
Bitch. |
You don’t want drama, no! |
You don’t want none, no! |
You don’t want drama, no! |
You don’t want none, no! |
Get up (get up) Get crunk (get crunk) |
Let’s race to the trunk (to the trunk) |
Get a pump, unload and dump |
Fuck it, he chose to jump |
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him |
Really mistreat him, let’s Rodney King him and over beat him |
MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices |
They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin |
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi |
You should’ve known when you started |
Never fuck with G and E In any climate I’m shinin, floss, I’m perfect wit timin |
I’m good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat |
And 8 Ball is loadin the clip, for niggaz supposin to trip |
And you know I’m rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free |
8 Ball and G, get it crunk fa sho |
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow |
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims |
My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em |
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest |
The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches |
shakin |
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit |
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it So here we go, Bab Boy South |
Ball and G, Orange Mound |
New York collaboration |
You don’t want no drama, you don’t want none |
I see you ATL, let’s tear this shit up |
C’mon, c’mon…I said let’s tear this shit up! |
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South |
Let’s go, let’s work these motherfuckers |
Let’s get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed. |