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NO DISRESPECT Video (MV)




Performed By: Mavy Baby
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Marcus Allen
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Mavy Baby - NO DISRESPECT Lyrics
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This music is the only music that in Africa a king dance
A king doesn't dance, only this one
Highly recommended
Follow me
It go left foot, right foot
Left foot, slide
Left foot, my god
In a Suburban, drinking Kentucky bourbon
No wonder I'm swervin
I tried to call, ain't got no service
Hate when we argue
About the shit that she heard from her friends
When they gossip about me it's cap though
Like they wearing them turbans
Facts
Everything that I said last night, you didn't deserve it
I know I'm not perfect
I'd take it back if I could, I know you've been hurting
Let's make up, let's go f*ck on a rug that's Persian
Take a trip, an excursion
That smile on you is encouraging
And I ain't been in church in like 20 years, but that's another story
I love the way that she move now
She wanna be part of the crew now
Touching her body, I drew a foul
Tearing her house and the roof down
She know she a baddie
Ooo, child
She know she a baddie
Ooo
Let's dead this shit like a miscarriage when you with me
Just be yourself, take the mask off
Jim Carrey, put your feet up
We can kick it like Tai Chi
She my little twin, no Siamese
I see them low vibration comments on life support, need IV
I'm really him and that's obvi, I mean obvious
Politicking with a special interest, how they lobby us
Told my brothers I'm proud of us
Who them big ass bank account niggas?
That's probably us
We don't pop pills no more
Niggas could get killed on road, but we don't speak on that shit no more
I do not f*ck with the mark of the beast, but I'll be the heart of the streets
Tell me who harder than me?
Been throwing down from the start of the beat
This shit ain't over yet
Let's see who go farther than me
Yeah, it's true that I grew up with him, but he ain't no father to me
Could we just f*ck in the club
Could we f*ck in this spot
Lil Jon in the background like shot, shot, shot, shot
F*ck around and get popped, nigga
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Like Pac
No disrespect to him
Rest in peace
I'll disconnect your destiny
How you mad at me, nigga, when your girlfriend just texted me
If we got a problem, I'll drop a body in the Hills, dog
No Beverly
I'm smooth with it
I'm cool with it
Now who with it?
Skrt off in a white Bimmer
I'm cool whippin, I'm too different
On birthday, she want Cashapp
I got credit cards, can't max that
She threw it back, gave me flashbacks
Treat you like a fourth down
Baby, how could I pass that?
How could I pass that?
Got the tech on me like a backpack
On God
Yeah
No disrespect
No disrespect
What you expect from a two AM text
Telling me to slide
Now I'm tasting on ya flesh
Okay, say less
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English

This music is the only music that in Africa a king dance
A king doesn't dance, only this one
Highly recommended
Follow me
It go left foot, right foot
Left foot, slide
Left foot, my god
In a Suburban, drinking Kentucky bourbon
No wonder I'm swervin
I tried to call, ain't got no service
Hate when we argue
About the shit that she heard from her friends
When they gossip about me it's cap though
Like they wearing them turbans
Facts
Everything that I said last night, you didn't deserve it
I know I'm not perfect
I'd take it back if I could, I know you've been hurting
Let's make up, let's go f*ck on a rug that's Persian
Take a trip, an excursion
That smile on you is encouraging
And I ain't been in church in like 20 years, but that's another story
I love the way that she move now
She wanna be part of the crew now
Touching her body, I drew a foul
Tearing her house and the roof down
She know she a baddie
Ooo, child
She know she a baddie
Ooo
Let's dead this shit like a miscarriage when you with me
Just be yourself, take the mask off
Jim Carrey, put your feet up
We can kick it like Tai Chi
She my little twin, no Siamese
I see them low vibration comments on life support, need IV
I'm really him and that's obvi, I mean obvious
Politicking with a special interest, how they lobby us
Told my brothers I'm proud of us
Who them big ass bank account niggas?
That's probably us
We don't pop pills no more
Niggas could get killed on road, but we don't speak on that shit no more
I do not f*ck with the mark of the beast, but I'll be the heart of the streets
Tell me who harder than me?
Been throwing down from the start of the beat
This shit ain't over yet
Let's see who go farther than me
Yeah, it's true that I grew up with him, but he ain't no father to me
Could we just f*ck in the club
Could we f*ck in this spot
Lil Jon in the background like shot, shot, shot, shot
F*ck around and get popped, nigga
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Like Pac
No disrespect to him
Rest in peace
I'll disconnect your destiny
How you mad at me, nigga, when your girlfriend just texted me
If we got a problem, I'll drop a body in the Hills, dog
No Beverly
I'm smooth with it
I'm cool with it
Now who with it?
Skrt off in a white Bimmer
I'm cool whippin, I'm too different
On birthday, she want Cashapp
I got credit cards, can't max that
She threw it back, gave me flashbacks
Treat you like a fourth down
Baby, how could I pass that?
How could I pass that?
Got the tech on me like a backpack
On God
Yeah
No disrespect
No disrespect
What you expect from a two AM text
Telling me to slide
Now I'm tasting on ya flesh
Okay, say less
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Writer: Marcus Allen
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