no drama - fleetwood x ducati james lyrics
[intro – fleetwood]
i said
no drama, comin’ for your momma
you don’t want it, no!
you don’t want it, no!
no drama, comin’ for your momma
you don’t want it, no!
man, for real though
[verse 1 – fleetwood]
first off, f-ck all y’all!
dust motherf-ckers off like pine-sol
i rep the carolinas
got tatted from my chest to my collar bone
ch-ch-choppa hit ya chest like a dumbbell
pow, pow, pow, sound of a gun sh-ll
last few months i been tryna’ come up
like 85 northbound
almighty dollar done turned all my dawgs to rats and pigs
almighty father, won’t protect your papa, wife or kids
i made a vow to put the mic down, but i crawled up in the snake pit
probably why i spit the venom with the ink pen
probably why i spray the venom on your main b-tch!
lately i’ve been faded, i can sense of sense of desperation
lately i’ve been jaded, wish i could kiss the game bye like jadakiss
tired of the work week, high returns, i should get paid for this
f-ck with me, boy you gonna learn reincarnation
[chorus – fleetwood]
no drama, nope, you don’t want no drama, nah
no drama, nope, you don’t want no drama, i said
no drama, nope, you don’t want no drama, nah
no drama, nope, you don’t want no drama, i said
you better call your momma, boy, you don’t want no drama, nah!
choppa’ on the counter, better call my bank accountant
[verse 2 – fleetwood]
you don’t want no drama
f-ck with fleet and i f-ck your momma
you don’t want these problems
i keep a jesus piece with a problem solver
jesus please, let me be a beam of light in a time of darkness
f-ck that sh-t, all i see in the industry is some primadonnas
oo la la, oh my my, that boy fire, that boy hot!
ha, ha no he not, dumb b-tch couldn’t hold a job or go to college
it’s common knowledge
i’m ’bout to be kilin’ this sh-t
picture this, you seein’ me on your tv screen
like wendy williams
how you doin’? i’m doin’ great!
how you doin’? i’m doin’ ok
dirty south in my veins, b-tch
and i kick game, jumpin’ like m.j
cuz i got a really small team
and we need some really modest things
all we got is a really big dream
wake up! it’s ya boy fleet!
[verse 3 – ducati james]
turned a hater to a wh0r-, she so courageous
call me caitlyn, i just want me an award for being famous
saying crazy sh-t like
b-tches on me like a rapist, they lookin’ me up like a facelift
crazy sh-t like
if tunechi got shot he’d be pac
with less fragrance and way more creative
you bet a got shooters
lil b-tch i been shootin’ since i was in pampers
you p-ssies some pansies
under the covers in jammies
watch out i clip ya at night with no night-vision cameras
i done been locked up in h-ll, been k!lling myself
come give me some company
you done been locked up in jail while i’m making your bail
i feel like the cavalry
rapped in plastic that sh-t cl-ssic how i mixed and mastered
but now we after glitz and glamour, money, hoes and grammies
rapped in plastic that sh-t cl-ssic how i mixed and mastered
but now we after glitz and glamour, money, hoes and grammies
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