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dj kay slay - no permission lyrics

[hook]
i don’t need permission, b#tch, i do what i want, what i want
i don’t need permission, b#tch, 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#i don’t, i don’t need permission, b#tch, i do what i want, do what i want
i don’t need permission, b#tch, 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

[verse 1: juicy j]
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
lucid, got that tailor
i got new haters, twenty years later
that when you know you the mu’f#ckin’ 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 their game, you not a player
never seen a hoe at my show
that won’t go, that sh#t rare
i do what i want, you do what you can
can’t tell me sh#t, i be d#mned
if any they man disrespect me
on my land, i pop you like xan
just for this show, coulda bought me a lamb’
b#tch, i’m the goat, you just a fan
i don’t do no wait or reservations
b#tch, do you know who the f#ck i am?

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
do what i want, stunt, get with the funk
spit a sixteen like it came out the gun
reebok a n#gga, 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 f#cks
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 (d#mn)
you n#ggas is soft as an asian bun
put in cuff and it came with bum
makin’ them hits on a major run (yeah)
hit us a tone, now it’s on
n#gga, makin’ them figures
bet they figured that this n#gga 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 f#ck with the realest, fearless, rarest n#gga in the building

[verse 3; dave east]
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 n#ggas that talk all your business
i took a loss to get it, but now the porsche is k!llin’
no cap, i couldn’t afford a fitted
and i ain’t standin’ on no corner, n#gga
violate, i place a order, n#gga
have my florida hitter, come and off a n#gga
cover his body in honey in a room fulla bees
that’s torture, n#gga
pop in the lobby, we hustle in front of the ds
no talkin’, n#gga
i’m covered in green like a boston, n#gga
money on your head, i coulda bought you, n#gga
40 belows on like bishop
f#ck with the gang and you might come up missin’
fresh with the plane and my b#tch brought her sister
smokin’ some pain, watchin’ movies ’bout hitler
drop phone jumpin’, i already told you n#ggas
got your b#tch 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)

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