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ya wanna climb at me, ill eat ya like some pasta And if you want me to get aggressive Swear that imma bring it And if a bitch say "batter-up", better
And he switched now go n swing n hit I'm like batter-up, Yeah, All my friends, they just got fame And when they leave you bitch they take the pain away I
(stankin') This is loaded, I'm the batter-up (I'm up) I don't fold, I just ladder up (hey) Different caliber, different algebra (du-du-du-du-du) I got,
thinking bout it, none Piñata getting scared, when I'm blinking at it, blink Grab the stick, get in position, then batter-up, batter Piñata only one, that's
of yours to force buyers Batter-up or start diving I am not gonna withhold violence So better up and bolt out that door or mark my words All bets are off
of boom baps for backpack teen to turn backpack Rapper, you gon' pass that batter, it's batter-up to all these Bastards with no backup but a batch of weak
batterup swing Bitch wanna copy bitch u want some fame She a bad copy bitch we aint the same She a fan stay up in the stands Know yo place stay up in
Batter-up or be my maid you can butter my pan If you knucking then i'm chucking when i buck up the lamb What's the beef? (goddamn) i'm just seasoning lamb
believe that we on time, Never we bringin' the weak rhymes Baby you know these are hot lines, Mind over matter batter-up get a grip Our God is wit it,
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