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youngbagchasers - baltimore lyrics

[intro]
it’s mr. disrespectful
i don’t give a f+ck who you is (i really don’t give a f+ck who you is), n+gga, i will disrespect you (it’s mr. disrespect)
n+gga, it’s mr. disrespectful
buddy and the fro and the rizzy and the snipe (f+ck buddy and f+ck fro)

[chorus]
lil’ boys keep gettin’ belt to ass, somebody go give ’em help (it’s mr. disrespectful)
shoutout to the dmv, but somebody on baltimore just got the belt (they ass whooped)
four shooters bounced right out, hit him twelve times (it’s mr. disrespectful), they did it well (that’s real well)
(thank you, timmy boy) hit him twelvе times, they did it well (it’s mr. disrеspectful)

[verse 1]
qua and boog mcb+tton twins (brrt), ooh, he lost his mcbrothers (that sh+t)
can’t forget that sh+t done touched his top, that n+gga dropped his nuggets (nuggets)
can’t forget the young boul from the back, ye took off runnin’
it was just me and zomb bendin’ on the 9, we had ten different n+ggas runnin’ (ten different n+ggas runnin’ on they block)
i put this on jae, every block, i swear they gettin’ punished (they gettin’ punished)
hop out, flip the switch (brr+rr+rr+rr+rr), whoever run, i swear i’ma tap his pumpkin
every time i send a blitz, on my mom, they come back with a bucket (they come back with a hit)
me and murda lok was in that kia, we was tryna catch us somethin’ (slow, murder lok)
i’m tryna see better days
i used to sell nics and haze
tryna walk on baltimore ‘fore a n+gga jumped out on him different ways
deeklok tried to chill with his advocate, that’s the day he played (that’s the day deeklok played)
bullets ripped through the glass, thought it hit his face, but benji only got grazed
[chorus]
lil’ boys keep gettin’ belt to ass, somebody go give ’em help (it’s mr. disrespectful)
shoutout to the dmv, but somebody on baltimore just got the belt (the belt)
four shooters bounced right out, hit him twelve times (it’s mr. disrespectful), they did it well (brr+rr+rr)
hit him twelve times, they did it well (it’s mr. disrespectful)
lil’ boys keep gettin’ belt to ass, somebody go give ’em help (it’s mr. disrespectful)
shoutout to the dmv, but somebody on baltimore just got the belt (the belt)
four shooters bounced right out, hit him twelve times (it’s mr. disrespectful), they did it well (brr+rr+rr)
hit him twelve times, they did it well (it’s mr. disrespectful, buddy and the fro and the rizzy and the snipe, brr+rr+rr)

[verse 2]
murder business, we done dropped five in a row (it’s mr. disrespectful), we on a roll (we on a roll)
shoutout bousin, he stood tall (nah, free)
f+ck lil’ shiesty, that n+gga told (f+ck shiesty)
sid [?] fried the c’s, don’t even wanna [?]
them n+ggas thought sh+t was a game, but now they know we ain’t a joke (ain’t no f+ckin’ joke)
i still ain’t heard from meen since n+ggas shot him out that fake+ass coat (brr+rr, out that fake+ass goose, n+gga, fake+ass coat, that’s what meen get)
(dumb+ass n+gga had that fake+ass goose on)

[outro]
i bounce right out, where is you goin’? i’m tryna chase me a n+gga
erase me a n+gga, i’m tryna face me a n+gga, m— even know what it is
it’s mr. disrespectful (n+gga, it’s mr. disrespectful)
i don’t give a f+ck who you is

- youngbagchasers lyrics

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