Funkoars - What I Want lyrics

[Intro] I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't front, I do the f** what I want. [Verse 1 - Pressure] Pressure, tired as f** 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 b**h let me inside the club With his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man f*g 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 co*k block f*ggot Get a sweater for my dress code What you suggest, yo, matching knitted sweaters with my best bros? An entry pa**, give me entry fast Before your head comes acquainted with an empty gla** Clubs and bad p**y 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 f** 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 b**h 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 sh** 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 f**ed 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 f** 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 f**ed, 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** when it drops so leave me at the f**ing 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 f** 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 sh** That girl don't want you, that b**h wants a free drink Now I'm getting sh**ted 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 f**ing 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 f** what I want [Verse 5 - Sesta] Uncle Sesta, rolling up already half cut Bouncer still mad as a mother f**er from last month I've done f**ed 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 sh** hanging off my lip while I'm chasing a b**h Don't buy her a drink, give 'em a flier and wink See ya at my show next week (Oohhh) Before I touched the who*e She bounced when her fat friend turned around like "He's a Funkoar!" (s*ut!) Called to the bar, now pour all of my shots, bout 4 bucks is all that I got f** 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 f** what I want I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't front, I do the f** what I want [Outro Sample] "Once I had a love", "Kissed him every morning", "Then one day my love", "Left with no warning..."