Lyrics:
Only winners over here, smell defeat better close your nose.
I was born to be a king, well I been searchin for my throne
First base, second base, third
that eye own
First base, second base, third base, home (Gone)
BMI got me out of my zone (Zone)
Eye know tried hacking my phone, worse case scenario I'll
or death I contemplate
If hell's ready I broke the gate
Hit a home run with my baseball bat
First base second base third base I run that
Game on my bitch I
with ya bitch that's a dub
Second base with ya bitch on the drugs
Third base with ya bitch in the tub
Home run in the back of the club
Opp nigga, Tupac,
Third base
Your new name for me gone be Icecream
Better keep it down
For the neighbors call the police
Home plate
Not a rapper listen I'm an artist
Ima
and jump, jump, jump! Knees up
Knees up! Run in place
Super duper speed, gets you to
First base! Way to go
Second base! Go go go
Third base! Gotta slide
(Contact, Contact, Contact, Contact.)
Ah first base second base third base gotta get to home plate hey (Battah battah battah battah)
Jump over
I was someone
Who'd want to make it to third base
If you didn't want me at the table
But assumed the role of mastermind
Why'd you think that I had
y'all just mingled
No third base, no second base
No first base, but got this dope single
I'm not entitled to your love
But I get to choose to be your
it first base
Whisper sum in ear second base
She put my hand up her skirt third base
And then she say go deep inside home plate
Thank my brothers cause
in first place
First base second base third base home Plate fucking on the first date no face no Trace
I'm taking 6 shots of liquor to the face no
Hit the first base Hit the second base,
Third Base, Batter Up make the home run Ay,
Drill it deeper in that vulva, Fuck love,
Where the Hoes at Booty
is gone minstrel
Born on third base acting like they hit a triple
With a wiffleball bat walking pretty, talking pretty
With no act, in fact, it's
kicked about the yuletide logs
She like low cut jeans with the real high clogs
And dig music so much she got two iPods
I'm tryna make it to third base
a benjamin chaser
Playa hata eraser
Police have no case
'cause I do murders without a trace
I'm almost at home I done past third base
I'm playin'
lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Sittin strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just
second base wisdom rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong,
make it to third base, but the condom wouldn't fit
And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy
And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's ass
make it to third base but the condom wouldn't fit
And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy
And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's a***
funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with
third base
And you couldn't hit it on the third date
In the pocket like a stolen lighter
Take the light and then I start a fire
You got no passion, you
let you round to third base)
I'm better than most on my worst Days, veteran for lit verses
Most cases, first place
Consider this a b0nus point
Put your
day
He gonna win it all like He in first place
I'm just heading home like I'm rounding third base
Take the pen and pad
I'm just giving back
To the One
third base, knockin' out the park, your pitches
Look in my DMs, don't gotta worry 'bout those bitches
I know that you would kill me if I leave, Mrs. Blade
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