Don't Touch Me (Explicit)-Marion Jola/Danilla/Ramengvrl拉面女孩

作词 : Marion Jola/Danilla Riyadi/Putri Estiani 作曲 : Marion Jola/Danilla Riyadi/Putri Estiani Lady, come sit right here next to me Do not hesitate, just don’t be shy, lady Seeing you right there from across the street Captivating from your face to your hips, lady Why should I be the one who takes the blame? Over and over feelin’ all the same Messin’ with my head might as well be insane, yeah I just can’t stand all of your silly games Stop telling me I don things for myself Here is a warning, get your dirty hands off me, yeah (I don’t think it’s fair, man) I don’t think it’s fair, man (For all of us woman) no no no no no (I don’t think it’s fair, man) I don’t think it’s fair, man (For all of us woman) no no no no no *****, suck on my **** My dinner is your head cut to a plate I want the cake, I don’t want the split Ain’t sign no deals while I’m getting lit (capische?) Leave that to Tobi, shout out my money **** all the fame, I just want my money Now I got the money, now I want the equity Lotta these old heads they mad now they quittin’ I’m gettin’ the bag in silence they hatin’ Apology not meant to be rude These boys be noisy, I’m finna hit snooze These boys be mad cos they think I’m too vulgar Boy, you a loser! I’m just fine in my room, I’m havin’ a ball Cos my money’s long 20 meters tall (I won’t give you space) On yakuza **** let’s have a brawl And all of my girls lookin’ like a doll (get out of my lane) Okay, ***** I get it It’s my life I get it Please, go on with you bullshit I know you were lyin’ But it ain’t feel right, it ain’t alright Imma bring my girls we gon’ have a fight I was meant to love me Do you know that I don’t care (okay) Don’t you feel ashamed? Well keep talking, I don’t give a **** If you hate me shoot the ****** If you really love me, prove it… Show me… Shoot the ******… You know, you know… You know it isn’t fair, man… I don’t think it’s fair, man… (Man, you ******* don’t know me Man, you ******* must not know me) For all of us woman… (What the hell? They sayin’ I complain too much? Less than triple zeros on a show Are you ****in’ ****?) I don’t think it’s fair, man… (I done did speakin’ facts That y’all phonies afraid to say Go and kiss your boss’ ass And get that overtime pay) For all of us woman… (Don’t forget…) I don’t think it’s fair, man… (Back then I was never a somebody Now I make sure everybody knows me) For all of us woman…