Lyrics:
mouth
Don't waste a breath every one counts
Priceless shit I'm talking about
Batter up haters I'm striking you out
Know it's the truth if I open my mouth
mouth
Don't waste a breath every one counts
Priceless shit I'm talking about
Batter up haters I'm striking you out
Know it's the truth if I open my mouth
(Should've known, should've known)
Should've known better
Swing batter, swing batter
Been badder, been badder
All my life to get sadder
Could've been
it’s the truth if I open my mouth. Don’t waste a breath, every one counts. Priceless shit I’m talking about. Batter up haters I’m striking you out.
Know
they love the chit the chatter
Make em homerun like I'm hitting first batter
(Woah)
Like I'm hitting first batter
(Yuh)
Like I'm hitting first batter
Swing batter swing batter up
Throw it back I never had enough
Smack it flip it rub it dab it up
I can't blame you if you mad as fuck
I can't stop I
Wrap, wrap, wrap, your legs around me
Like this
Won't you surround me
Batter up
You're so astounding
When you back it up and take it proudly
Wrap
doesn't really matter
Step up to the plate- Batter Batter
Batter batter batter batter batter batter swing
You're striking out, don't you want a ring?
But
the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit
the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit
to the ground
Hear your chatter framed in rhymes
(Framing it in rhymes!)
Just a hay-bale batter
(Batter, batter, bat away!)
Nothing they can do
To stop
Bitch i'm next up yelling batter up
Yeah i got my cake up yeah i fucked around got my batter up
I was on the way out you could tell that i just had
Visions of darkness
Batter the margin
Christened departed
Visions of darkness
I am AI
I am AI
I am AI
…
PREPARE TO DIE!
I am…AI
I am…AI
PREPARE
I got her (Tech!)
Hey, batter batter batter batter sah-wing-a, batter
He can hit, he can hit, he can hit, sah-wing-a, batter
151 Rum, pineapple
Verse 1
Cyan tell me you a gyallis and you a fuck a bagga waste gyal
National, we no wife batter-ears gyal
Bwoy, mawma man style, we no trace gyal
and a half ain't bad I got getback
They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring
It's only strike one swing, batter-batter, swing
It's 1-8-7 on the D.A
that, batter up
I'm the first to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit
that, batter up
I'm the first to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit
the magic! This chump can't hit!"
"Please God, don't help him hit it to me.
Anywhere but to right field. Please God, I bet you."
"Come on now! No batter
it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter, swing,
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
I'll find you anywhere
Motherfucker, two faced pirck with hell to pay
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter
Intro
Yhe my life is a movie,i got bullets to prove it
i will be living the fast life,hoping for a batter one,
my life is a,Eeh i got bullets to ,
to the rappers who had brought the greatest
Return of the rapper
Hey hey batter
Serve one up fresh for me on a platter
Return of the rapper
Hey hey batter
Who
Mix your life into a pancake batter
Blow your money on shit that doesn't matter
And I should enjoy the rags because I'm sad chasing the riches
I just
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