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Текст (слова) песни: Baby Bash - Don`t Disrespect My Mind


[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Don`t disrespect my mind - don`t disrespect my clika

[Baby Bash]
A maggots gon` be a maggot, faggot`s gon` be a faggot
But if they want some static, I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it`s tragic, causin havoc
Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket
Looked at the wounded and all the graphic
The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it
You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy, like I was +Lionel Richie+
A +Commodore+, when I go to war
so get down so I can touch you quickly
No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot
You fuckin punk, that`s why I don`t fuck with you
Cock strong, pretty boy but don`t get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions
So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin`

[Chorus]

 

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