Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Permission , by - Dj Kay Slay. Release date: 05.03.2020
Song language: English
No Permission |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |
| I-I don’t, I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |
| I’m on a mission, I don’t need permission |
| I do what I want, I flex and I stunt |
| I got that Kinko up in the trunk |
| I got Gorilla Glue up in a blunt |
| I mean that paper, in the airport with a vapor |
| New fit, got that tailor |
| I got new haters, twenty years later |
| That when you know you the mu’fuckin' greatest |
| I’m still at the top, and won’t downgrade |
| I’m so hot, thank God’s my neighbor |
| I ain’t with the tappin', I go make it happen |
| I take what I want, I don’t ask for favors |
| I run the city, go ask the mayor |
| I know the game, you not a player |
| Never seen a hoe at my show |
| That won’t go, that shit rare |
| I do what I want, you do what you can |
| Can’t tell me shit, I be damned |
| If any man disrespect me |
| On my land, I pop you like Xan |
| Just for this show, coulda bought me a Lamb' |
| Bitch, I’m the GOAT, you just a fan |
| I don’t do no waitin' or reservations |
| Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am? |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |
| I-I don’t, I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |
| Do what I want, stunt, get with the funk |
| Spit a sixteen like it came out the gun |
| Reebok a nigga, I came with the pump |
| Run with some shooters that can’t even dunk |
| Shirts is boatie, shoes is dunks |
| We go to SDK for lunch |
| We blue in the head, don’t give two fucks |
| Get smacked in the mouth if you raise your tongue (That's right) |
| I’m your daddy, I raised a son |
| Raised the bar, I raised the sun |
| Movin' mountains, make it look like a ton, huh (Damn) |
| You niggas is softer than Asian buns |
| Put 'em in coffin it came with a |
| Makin' them hits on a major run (Yeah) |
| Hit us a tone, now it’s on |
| Nigga, makin' them figures |
| Bet they figured that this nigga wouldn’t be one of the trillest (That's right) |
| Got no limits, I’m like Master P |
| I’m breakin' up sentence (Woo, woo) |
| Come and fuck with the realest, fearless, rarest nigga in the business |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |
| I-I don’t, I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |
| With no permission, I know they listen |
| I got bros in prison, none of who I’ll mention |
| Never go out timid, I’ma go out with it |
| I don’t know 'bout snitchin', give us all our sentence |
| Don’t talk with niggas that tell all your business |
| I took a loss to get it, but now the Porsche is kitted |
| No cap, I couldn’t afford a fitted |
| And I ain’t standin' on no corner, nigga |
| Violate, I place a order, nigga |
| Have my Florida hitter come and off a nigga |
| Cover his body in honey in a room fulla bees |
| That’s torture, nigga |
| Pump in the lobby, we hustle in front of the Ds |
| No talkin', nigga |
| I’m covered in green like a Boston nigga |
| Money on your head, I coulda bought you, nigga |
| 40 belows on like Bishop |
| Fuck with the gang and you might come up missin' |
| Fresh off the plane and my bitch brought her sister |
| Smokin' some pain, watchin' movies 'bout Hitler |
| Drop phone jumpin', I already told you niggas |
| Got your bitch in the back of the Fiska |
| I’ma get some head if she ask for a picture |
| When you gettin' bread, you don’t ask permission (At all) |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |
| I-I don’t, I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want |
| I don’t need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want |
| I get nothin' but love, don’t you tell me what’s up |
| 'Cause I came up in the cut, I’m 'bout to open you up |