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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave
Vocals
MoStack
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter
Kathleen Brien
Songwriter
Pahuldip Singh Sandhu
Songwriter
Samuel Montell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave
Producer
Steel Banglez
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna dead no
I don't wanna sort it
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna (Steel Banglez)
[Verse 2]
I don't wanna dead no beef
I don't wanna sort it out
I don't wanna hear no words
I don't wanna talk it out
I don't wanna dead no beef
I don't wanna sort it out
I don't wanna hear no words
I don't wanna talk it out
[Verse 3]
I don't wanna talk 'bout the ins and outs
But in my bank, more money goes in than out
So I had to 'low the paigon, allow debating
If I touch you, I'll bet you my house gets raided
I'm with some dumb youths that'll blaze for cussing
Don't raise their youth but they will raise the something
And I like my car with the roof off
I like my girl in Louboutin
But sometimes I'm with the dirtiest girls
'Cause those are the easy ones
But too bad they only see me once
'Cause we one night them
I wonder why we don't like them
All this money I spend, 'cause I
[Verse 4]
I don't wanna dead no beef
I don't wanna sort it out
I don't wanna hear no words
I don't wanna talk it out
I don't wanna dead no beef
I don't wanna sort it out
I don't wanna hear no words
[Verse 5]
'Cause I'm self-made, self-paid
Girls wanna phone for a friend
Over and over again
Over and over and over again
Self-made, self-paid
Girls wanna phone for a friend
Over and over again
Over and over and over again
[Verse 6]
Not again, oh, my days
Another gyal with her sly ways
And why is this girl moving sideways?
Every time my iPhone ping, she's looking at it sideways
I need a girl that rubs back and gives massages
Not a girl that back chats and sends messages
Saying she hates me then loves me
Says, "Fuck you" then fucks me
[Verse 7]
Yo, walk in a party standard
Where's your army?
Where's your mandem?
On Insta' sitting in a mad whip in traffic
Man are looking like a catfish
Fake youths, plastic
Stop acting, man are all average
My girl got a body boombastic
Elastic, call her Mrs. Fantastic
[Verse 8]
Like, ooh, pull up in a car, I cruise
Hopped out cool, nice move
Why she wanna know?
When I said I'm with a star
She just turned around and she said, "Who?"
Took her home with us, that's standard
She wanna roll with us, that's standard
**** getting paid, that's standard
This Mo and Dave, that's bangers
[Verse 9]
I don't wanna dead no beef
I don't wanna sort it out
I don't wanna hear no words
I don't wanna talk it out
I don't wanna dead no beef
I don't wanna sort it out
I don't wanna hear no words
I don't wanna talk it out
Written by: Kathleen Anne Brien, Samuel Daley Montell, David Orobosa Omoregie, Pahuldip Singh Sandhu