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`
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