I Don’t Dwank lyrics

[Group argument: Ninja, Yolandi, and DJ Hi-Tek]
Ninja, Yolandi? f*ck, bro?
f*ck, dude, I'm so f*cking p*ssed off, oh
Like can you not drop f*cking-f*cking drop ash on my f*cking carpet?
Sorry, dude, sorry
You know that f*cking picture with the-with the chick with the big tits and the American bikini?
Jissus
Yeah, yeah, yeah?
Well, it's just—f*ck
You just f*cking sh*t up when you come, dude, let's just have some f*cking respect, bro
You keep-keep f*cking saying—oh, and she said (???) "Yolandi Visser"
Have some f*cking respect, dude
It wasn't me, dude, sorry, dude
She f*cking said-I didn't say—
I don't even like-I don't even like you guys smoking in here!
Okay, I'm not talking to yo- just, shush, just
Can't I just f*cking—just drop the f*cking beat
(???)
Hold up, no, no, no, you—
Actually, you know what? I'm not gonna f*cking drop the f*cking beat
f*ck you guys
f*ck you
Okay, well then
f*ck a beat

[Verse 1: Ninja]
Yo, I don't f*ck up or suck up to anyone
I wake up when I want, make our props, get paid out my as*h*le
My DJ's the mothaf*ckin' business
Every time he hits me with a beat I'm like Jesus!
I don't need anyone to help me
Dropped my record label I'm still very f*ckin' wealthy
Money's not a problem, cash flow healthy
Vodacom was too expensive so I switched to Cell C
I don't ask famous people for their picture
When you see me on the streets just, be cool with the Ninja
Don't lose your f*ckin' mind just say "Hi, how you feelin'?"
I'll say fine
Now stop freaking out and tweaking and start eating up my time
I don't hand people my f*cking demo
Plus I never used to
Just make a track and drop that sh*t on YouTube
Quit steppin' to me dwankin' out
Try to f*cking suck up
Just let your sh*t speak for itself and shut the f*ck up!
[Yolandi]
Yooo.. f*ck!
Drop the f*cking beat Hi-Tek
Drop the beat n*gga!

[Verse 2]
Fuuuuck.. Jissis
Yolandi, hoy!

[Yolandi]
Yo
I don't dwank
I come make money
Plus I'm f*cking famous so I don't say sorry
Don't blame me girl go blame Anies
Yo get off my back he's the gangsta, I'm just a f*ckin' rat
I come from below, I run the show, rat's rule (Ya!)
You down to me, that's cool
You not down to me, what the f*ck's down witchu?
Brah, you got issues
What?
My sh*t just so hot
And we won't stop 'til we f*ckin' go pop
Life's a f*ckin' soap opera
When you so popular
Don't f*ck with little Miss Visser cause I'll f*ck you up
I don't care
What you f*ckin' think
Next time you try f*ckin' with me maybe stop and think
"Why the hell am I so bothered by this chick?"
Am I maybe jealous or just f*ckin' retarded
[Verse 3: Ninja]
Hahaha
Yo
I don't queue
I walk right through
You know who I f*ckin' am man
Who the f*ck are you?
When I'm in the club I get more chicks than I can manage
Grinding me front and back like a Ninja f*ckin' sandwich
So don't stress
Everything I do is so sex
My style is so sex
My smile is so sex
My vibe is so fresh
My rhyme's are so next
Zef god with the spark might as well flex
Don't send mothaf*cka's "Please call me!"'s
Uh-uh
I send mothaf*cka's airtime
By my f*ckin' stressed life
Me a little blessed life
Mama I don't lose
Betta' luck next time
Sucka's step back
You don't want to see Ninja snap
When I'm in South Africa I speak like I'm black
If you not a fan, why you keep coming back?
Exactly motherf*cka you bumping this track
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid
You stupid mothaf*ckaaaaaa' (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid
You stupid mothaf*ckaaaaaa'
Hahahah...