They Don't Really Want It
J.R. Writer Lyrics


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Mhmm
They don't
Bitches they don't want it they be watching from the audience
Acting like some clones, they trying to find out how my body sit
Claiming they don't like me, but mention me like the notti kid
Keep on talking 'bout me I'mma show you how I body shit
This body hit
Body hot
Talking shit them body drops
She wanted all smoke but now she needing all them rhoto drops
I do it for my blood so nigga's know that I ain't trying to stop
Bitches claim they're up but get designer from the china shop
I'mma keep it cute because I'm knowing that this shit could get ugly
She mad she lost out on her nigga cause she can't take him from me
And if I let you eat this nani babyboy then you lucky
Cause there's a long line of nigga's who just want a lil sucky
They trying to copy on my ginger now these hoes look like Chucky
These bitches mad because I'm winning and my thighs always chunky
These bitches mad they kitty kicking and I heard it was funky
And these nigga's act like bitches like these nigga's be tucking
I'm on a, big mission for the feta
Sitting on my thickness everyday it's getting better
And If they talking shit just let em know I'm finna dead em
Claiming that we beefing babygirl then keep your head up
Ask me if I'm chatting about you and yea I said it
Let the cheddar run my mood like my name was really tek it
And don't be trying to rush me stupid bitch give me a second
And really I'm that bitch I'm trying to see who finna check me
They don't want it nigga
They don't want it and they knowing that I'm on it uh
Y'all be corny on the cob y'all bitches phony uh
Talking shit but only do it through the phoney uh
Why they on me bitch I'm moving by my lonely
Im the, big mac it be soundin' like the roni uh
Flights to them islands I ain't talking about no coney uh
Moving in silence I ain't moving like the old me uh
They talking violence they gone really have to show me
I ain't got no big opps I clap them like some flip flops
Ain't about it and you capping get the red beam with the big dot
You asking about what happened quickest way to get me pissed off
These bitches they be capping steady claiming that they big opps
If you ain't down to tap in you get left out when I lift off
I'm strictly talking blues them dollar bills gone make my dick soft
And all these bitches doing is barking these bitches big talk
This za done got me high like a martian, I'm 'bout to drift off
I don't really want it if it ain't about the benjamins
Tatted on my ribs so everybody know I'm heaven sent
These nigga's be my kids, I give them beatings they ain't never get
I be up in them meetings talking money not no sentiments
You feel me?
And they ain't never in they own lane
I want my slice of pie and then I'm finna take the whole thing
She talking down on me I guarantee you that the hoe lame
Don't even know these bitches I don't even know the hoe name
They don't want it and they knowing that I'm on it uh
Y'all be corny on the cob y'all bitches phony uh
Talking shit but only do it through the phoney uh
Why they on me bitch I'm moving by my lonely
Im the, big mac it be soundin' like the roni uh
Flights to them islands I ain't talking 'bout no coney uh




Moving in silence I ain't moving like the old me uh
They talking violence they gone really have to show me

Overall Meaning

In the song "They Don't Really Want It" by J.R. Writer, the artist addresses those who criticize and watch him from the sidelines without truly understanding his lifestyle and success. He describes these individuals as clones, trying to imitate his body language and figure out how he maintains his prominence. While claiming that they don't like him, they continuously mention him, similar to a mischievous child who insists on provoking him. Yet, J.R. Writer remains confident and unfazed by their words, promising to demonstrate his abilities and dominate the scene. He describes himself as a force to be reckoned with, someone who leaves a lasting impact and has earned his place in the industry.


The lyrics also touch on relationship dynamics, as J.R. Writer mentions a woman who lost her chance to be with him and now resents him for it. Despite her bitterness, he sticks to his principles and does not let her interfere with his success. He asserts that he has a long line of men vying for his attention, emphasizing his desirability. Furthermore, he implies that some women are jealous of his achievements and physical appearance, particularly his thighs. J.R. Writer confidently expresses his determination to pursue his goals and secure financial stability, while dismissing any threats or violence aimed at him.


Line by Line Meaning

They don't
People don't really want it


Bitches they don't want it they be watching from the audience
Women pretend they don't want it, but they secretly watch me from the sidelines


Acting like some clones, they trying to find out how my body sit
They imitate me, trying to figure out my secret to success


Claiming they don't like me, but mention me like the notti kid
They say they dislike me, but they can't stop talking about me


Keep on talking 'bout me I'mma show you how I body shit
If you keep gossiping about me, I'll prove you wrong and excel


This body hit
This success is powerful


Body hot
Success attracts attention


Talking shit them body drops
If you talk negatively, your own success will decline


She wanted all smoke but now she needing all them rhoto drops
She wanted trouble, but now she's desperate for a way out


I do it for my blood so nigga's know that I ain't trying to stop
I do it for my family, showing everyone that I won't quit


Bitches claim they're up but get designer from the china shop
Women pretend they're wealthy, but they buy cheap knock-offs


I'mma keep it cute because I'm knowing that this shit could get ugly
I'll stay composed because things can turn nasty


She mad she lost out on her nigga cause she can't take him from me
She's angry that she couldn't win her man back from me


And if I let you eat this nani babyboy then you lucky
If I let you have me, consider yourself fortunate


Cause there's a long line of nigga's who just want a lil sucky
There are many guys who only want a sexual encounter


They trying to copy on my ginger now these hoes look like Chucky
They try to imitate my style, resulting in unattractive appearances


These bitches mad because I'm winning and my thighs always chunky
These women are jealous of my success and my curvy thighs


These bitches mad they kitty kicking and I heard it was funky
These women are angry because their private parts have a bad odor


And these nigga's act like bitches like these nigga's be tucking
These men behave like women, hiding their true selves


I'm on a, big mission for the feta
I'm on an important mission to earn a lot of money


Sitting on my thickness everyday it's getting better
I'm confidently embracing my body and gaining self-improvement each day


And If they talking shit just let em know I'm finna dead em
If they talk negatively about me, I'll shut them down


Claiming that we beefing babygirl then keep your head up
If she says we have a problem, she should stay strong


Ask me if I'm chatting about you and yea I said it
If she wonders if I'm talking about her, yes, I am


Let the cheddar run my mood like my name was really tek it
Money affects my mood, as if my name were 'tek it'


And don't be trying to rush me stupid bitch give me a second
Don't try to hurry me, give me some time


And really I'm that bitch I'm trying to see who finna check me
I'm a confident woman, challenging anyone to test me


They don't want it nigga
People don't really want it


They don't want it and they knowing that I'm on it uh
They don't want it, but they know I'm determined


Y'all be corny on the cob y'all bitches phony uh
You all are unoriginal and fake


Talking shit but only do it through the phoney uh
You talk negatively, but only through fake means


Why they on me bitch I'm moving by my lonely
Why are they obsessed with me? I'm independent


Im the, big mac it be soundin' like the roni uh
I'm the main attraction, making a big impact


Flights to them islands I ain't talking about no coney uh
Going on luxurious trips, not discussing cheap destinations


Moving in silence I ain't moving like the old me uh
I make moves quietly, not like my past self


They talking violence they gone really have to show me
They talk about being aggressive, but they have to prove it


I ain't got no big opps I clap them like some flip flops
I don't have formidable opponents, I defeat them easily


Ain't about it and you capping get the red beam with the big dot
If you aren't involved and you lie, you'll face consequences


You asking about what happened quickest way to get me pissed off
Asking about my affairs is the easiest way to anger me


These bitches they be capping steady claiming that they big opps
These women always lie, pretending to be powerful enemies


If you ain't down to tap in you get left out when I lift off
If you don't join me, you'll be excluded when I succeed


I'm strictly talking blues them dollar bills gone make my dick soft
I'm solely focused on money, it excites me


And all these bitches doing is barking these bitches big talk
All these women do is make empty threats and boast


This za done got me high like a martian, I'm 'bout to drift off
This marijuana has intoxicated me like an alien, I'm about to space out


I don't really want it if it ain't about the benjamins
I'm not interested if it doesn't involve a lot of money


Tatted on my ribs so everybody know I'm heaven sent
I have tattoos on my ribs to show that I'm special and divine


These nigga's be my kids, I give them beatings they ain't never get
These men are like my children, I discipline them like they've never experienced


I be up in them meetings talking money not no sentiments
I attend business meetings discussing money, not emotions


And they ain't never in they own lane
They never stay true to themselves


I want my slice of pie and then I'm finna take the whole thing
I want my fair share and then I'll take it all


She talking down on me I guarantee you that the hoe lame
She speaks negatively of me, but I promise she's worthless


Don't even know these bitches I don't even know the hoe name
I don't even know these women, I don't know their names


They don't want it and they knowing that I'm on it uh
They don't want it, but they know I'm determined


Y'all be corny on the cob y'all bitches phony uh
You all are unoriginal and fake


Talking shit but only do it through the phoney uh
You talk negatively, but only through fake means


Why they on me bitch I'm moving by my lonely
Why are they obsessed with me? I'm independent


Im the, big mac it be soundin' like the roni uh
I'm the main attraction, making a big impact


Flights to them islands I ain't talking 'bout no coney uh
Going on luxurious trips, not discussing cheap destinations


Moving in silence I ain't moving like the old me uh
I make moves quietly, not like my past self


They talking violence they gone really have to show me
They talk about being aggressive, but they have to prove it




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Jada Fenty

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Rich Red Wolf

This beat is so fire!!!

Hotspitta11

The whole Writers Block 5 Jamz!

Teyera Sanders

Dis was dat shit wen it came out still iz doe

Daniel rodgers

Found this cd at the dollar store for a $1. Crazy

Geocentrist

Writer is nice it’s a shame mainstream wouldn’t push this. But drip drip is “tough”

B3VSTcoastDREW

if y’all want to know who did this beat, shout out to my BROTHER, HOTT Production, HALF ON THE TRACK! His Instagram @HalfOnTheTrack

Va Legends

💯💥🔥

Ace Stars Master Close Up Magician

We playin with them hundred's

Kjell Cousens

Best evrr

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Sick

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