Don't Want Drama Lyrics - Singles - 8 Ball

Yeah! It's Bad Boy South Niggaz 

Ball and G 

Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for 

Collaboration, c'mon now 

Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon 

Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound 

Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down 

I wanna see you get it crunk 

Let a nigga know what hood you from 

Everybody wiht me drunk as fuck 

Break it down, then roll it up 

Back it up, a girl like you 

A nigga like me can't pass it up 

Rollin by, lookin good 

Put it in reverse then back it up 

What's the deal, lemme make it clear 

What you got rite here 

They break mold, one of a kind 

Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine 

Hard to touch, sorry to tell you 

Boys out here ain't hard as us 

I ? And G, part of the streets 

Accomplished dreams are a part of us 

Lay it down, please remember 

Games we don't play them now 

Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon' spray them round 

Buss a nigga head 

Smack a ho, shoot the club up 

Buss a nigga head 

Smack a ho, shoot the club up 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch 

You don't want drama, no! 

You don't want none, no! 

You don't want drama, no! 

You don't want none, no! 

Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk) 

Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk) 

Get a pump, unload and dump 

Forget it, close the trunk 

In the middle of a fire 

Scotch and burn him, let's overheat him 

Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him 

Mjg is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices 

They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin' 

Now your life is leavin' yo body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi 

You should've known when you started 

Never fuck with G and E 

In any climate I'm shinin', floss, I'm perfect wit timin' 

I'm good for rippin' and rhymin' in and out the beat 

And Eightball is loadin' the clip, for niggaz supposin' to trip 

And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free 

Buss a nigga head 

Smack a ho, shoot the club up 

Buss a nigga head 

Smack a ho, shoot the club up 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch 

You don't want drama, no! 

You don't want none, no! 

You don't want drama, no! 

You don't want none, no! 

Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho 

My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow 

My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims 

My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em 

Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it 

We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest 

The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it 

Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it 

We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it 

The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin 

They asses, but cash it, might be a habit 

Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it 

Buss a nigga head 

Smack a ho, shoot the club up 

Buss a nigga head 

Smack a ho, shoot the club up 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch, nigga! 

Bitch 

You don't want drama, no! 

You don't want none, no! 

You don't want drama, no! 

You don't want none, no! 

So here we go 

Bad Boy South 

Ball and G, Orange Mound 

New York collaboration 

You don't want no drama 

You don't want nuttin' 

I see you ATL 

Let's tear this shit up 

C'mon, c'mon 

I said let's tear this shit up! 

Yak! 

Yeah, Ball and G 

Bad Boy South, let's go 

Let's work these motherfuckers 

Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed