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lirik lagu don’t bother – dramatik! (mwest.)

(drama)
ya ya ya ya

hook:
do not hit my line if you ain’t talking profit music ganja i don’t gossip, bout the business when i throw my feelings down on paper like i’m jackson pollack, studio mix and master then i p-ss to producers who boost it no problem, speak the truth when i’m in the booth i promise bring drama, tell em don’t bother (ah)

verse #1:
blowin up my phone please let me proceed i got no need for ya chatter, we a growing breed of a gold team make ya nose bleed if ya tattle, og that’s no seeds when i roll tree with the shatter, you don’t know me so don’t bro me when my phone ring it don’t matter, talking money but it don’t add up, known to spit heat, hotter than nevada, once i get at em they hold me back i’m in my natural habitat animalistic habits eat em like halibut how bout that, had enough of these rappers proclaiming they artists but garbage they gargle and spit out regardless bring carnage to art that is written lethargic make market for architects hitting they target

bridge:
paying bills on my phone, making deals on my phone, made it all on my own, ain’t taking pills but eyes low i make ya feel what i wrote, hydro-plane while swerving side roads, waving hi to my ghost, only ride slow cuz we fresh to death and i ain’t checking texts so get the message and put down ya iphone like

verse #2:
i take no interest in talk i only focus on my composure, jotting my thoughts and share it globally for exposure, sorry if you salty that all my lyrics are kosher, i stay producing that soul food the natural grocers, take a break from all the hatred and just sit back and listen, i don’t got time to talk big i’m living it up because that’s my vision, change it up for a difference, for the fam i go the distance, always had faith not religious, if you try your fate lord forgive us

hook:
do not hit my line if you ain’t talking profit music ganja i don’t gossip, (wooh) bout the business when i throw my feelings down on paper like i’m jackson pollack, (ight) studio mix and master then i p-ss to producers who boost it no problem, (wooh) speak the truth when i’m in the booth i promise bring drama, tell em don’t bother (ah)

verse #3:
armed and ready keepthe package steady smoking og bobby pack a hit so heavy flying solo with nicolo machiavelli best be talking business if you hit my celly talking reckless boy you need to practice spelling get that lead that pb cuz you extra jelly, spread the cd all my bread is healthy, gripping grain just ride with me like nelly no machine gun kelly but we been established push the pen and pad and make a track, but we don’t talk so simple me from the mo get the memorandum that’s a wrap, till we react, and we don’t resort to fighting we resolve the violence with a catastrophical attack, premeditated oath to silence my approach to writing how ya friends will stab you in the back

outro:
paying bills on my phone, making deals on my phone, made it all on my own, ain’t taking pills but eyes low i make ya feel what i wrote, hydro-plane while swerving side roads, waving hi to my ghost, only ride slow cuz we fresh to death and i ain’t checking texts so get the message and put down ya iphone like woah

- dramatik mwest

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