Lyrics:
Booking on the interstate I'm bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish
Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that's
it how I like
Yeah
Get it what I Like
Yeah
I Do not run
I stay and I fight
Until the bottom of the ninth
Dont run
Dont trip
Cause I was like
Like two buddies sitting in the stands
Oh, and in my hands
Was that Louisville Slugger
I had a dream and it seemed so real
Bottom of the ninth
and I never seem to settle
I don't wanna go home like bye bye Benny
I'm a hot shot, you a knock off, no kidding
I'm a walk off in the bottom of the ninth
Show a little side titty
Just blew about a light fifty
Bottom of the ninth to be
Bottom of the night, yeah
Clip longer than your camera roll
Pull up
To the bottom of the ninth I'm in
Slam Di
Ego
Slam Di
Ego
Slam Di
Ego
Slam Di
Aye
You already know what's up
What's that another home run
But you know the job
time has passed
Or we could dig our graves just to see who'd finish last
Its like we were at the bottom of the ninth and I was up to bat but I took my
seem to find
At the bottom of the ninth
And we always move forward, with plans to abort this foe
Pull up to the area alone
Hack the fleet and turn them
and tonight's the night
Okay, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here
Two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth
There's the windup,
and tonight's the night
Okay, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here
Two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth
There's the windup,
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned
True fuckin' story I swear on my mothers eyes
The greatest fuckin' come back ever
Fuckin' bottom of the ninth right 3 balls 2 strikes
2 outs bases
True fuckin' story I swear on my mothers eyes
The greatest fuckin' come back ever
Fuckin' bottom of the ninth right 3 balls 2 strikes
2 outs bases
One mo' strike and I'm through, nigga
Bottom of the ninth swingin', for my life
I'm up at the plate, goin for the gate
They got my moms seated in
I'm through with
Standing in line at pubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
Life hasn't turned out
what you're about
But it's the bottom of the ninth two strikes and two outs
You can go make a sucker of another fellow
It's 12:01 let's give it up
One mo' strike and I'm through, nigga
Bottom of the ninth swingin, for my life
I'm up at the plate, goin for the gate
They got my moms seated in
im through with standing in line to clubs ill never
get in its like the bottom of the ninth and im never
gonna win this life hasnt turned out quite
The Bottom Of The Ninth Inning
And Girl I'm Tryna Hit A Home Run
I'm In The Game With U I'm Tryin Win It
And I Refuse To Be Alon Yea
And I Ain't Never Gon Let
like Pujols, bottom of the ninth
You don't wanna see me at the bottom of the pint
Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a problem for the night
Problem for your
Full count, three runs down bottom of the ninth
Two outs gone, three men on they all roll their eyes
It's tiny's chance to prove them wrong
step into the spotlight
Two strikes down and its bottom ninth
Roll the dice all bets are online
And if I die young
Better luck next life
Look ahead
it's in my kiss
The world's a mess it's in my kiss
You can't take it back
Pull it out of the fire
Pull it out in the bottom of the ninth
Pull it
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