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boodah​darr - do not disturb lyrics

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[intro]
oh man
god they wanna hit my phone, aha
yeah

[verse 1]
it’s kind of funny how they only call me when they need me
it’s kind of funny like your music and my high-school teachers
i just want to be a millionaire like philbin, regis
i just want to be a hero hope the music reach them
n-gg-s copy but i never trip it’s nothing new
she better stop it, i’m a demigod and i got options
focused on the prophet, get a gucci wallet
make sure you flying private, legal b-tches in the c-ckpit
all my n-gg-s rock designer and it’s custom made
you need to take you and your team and go sit in the shade
smoking all this dope by my lonesome (kush)
all these b-tches round me ’cause they want some
never get confused, i will never lose
starring at you peasants from the top is what i’m calling views
bottle of the henny and some tunes, what a tough day
i can say, what the f-ck i want, in my workplace
i can take, any b-tch i want, with no hesitate
all i do is turn up with my n-gg-s, ya we celebrate in major ways
with my timbs on, b-tch i’m major pain
foot hanging out the window feeling like i’m liu kang
i don’t really know you n-gg-s fronting like we homeless (i don’t)
i get lonely, f-ck her if she nasty like they owe me
please don’t try to sign me ‘less you signing all my n-gg-s
walking out the meeting, he ain’t talking six figures
talk to them like…

[hook]
i don’t need you n-gg-s, i don’t need you n-gg-s
i just need my n-gg-s, i just need my n-gg-s, eh
i don’t need you n-gg-s, i don’t need you n-gg-s
i just need my n-gg-s, i just need my n-gg-s, eh
most you n-gg-s phony, b-tches so annoying
please don’t hit my phone if you ain’t talking about no money
gucci belt, with serene on, b-tch i’m stunting
gucci belt, with serene on, b-tch i’m stunting

[verse 2]
it’s kinda funny how my family don’t own no serene
and how they rather put they money on the other team
they hate success, ’cause they can’t feel it and it’s really funny
started as a child hating on my mamma
now it’s mandatory that she ball on these (f-ck n-gg-s)
we gon’ eat this crab while they eating tv dinners
and i’m gon’ run this bag while they hating from a distance
got my pen in hand dripping, we don’t show them no attention
oh and i forgot to mention that we did it in a year, awe yeah
throw a band at my ex, all tears, awe yeah, eh
tryna’ get my bank to only m’s, all m’s
so my whole team win, double c.m. to the end
i’m a honey dutch smoker, blowing [?]
[?] in the high tops, rolling in the [?]
i don’t really know her, get her out my section
i don’t want a feature ’cause you n-gg-s don’t impress me
you n-gg-s all disgust me like jerry sandusky
i’m sick as f-ck, i should go get tested
flexing like i’m ric flair i could of been a wrestler (woo)
hand off you n-gg-s man i could of been a tesla
instead i’m writing music for the young and reckless, b-tch i’m wrestles
your b-tch she hanging off me necklace, no respect
see, i don’t really need her, i use her i mistreat her
i’ll p-ss her to my demons, and then i’ll go delete her like…

[hook]
i don’t need you n-gg-s, i don’t need you n-gg-s
i just need my n-gg-s, i just need my n-gg-s, eh
i don’t need you n-gg-s, i don’t need you n-gg-s
i just need my n-gg-s, i just need my n-gg-s, eh
most you n-gg-s phony, b-tches so annoying
please don’t hit my phone if you ain’t talking ’bout no money
gucci belt, with serene on, b-tch i’m stunting
gucci belt, with serene on, b-tch i’m stunting



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