Lyrics:
Pigs
I know you coming with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter
I'm the designated hitter, a nigga
much badder, than Babe Ruth
Will I tell
might be yours times 22
Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the deuce
Everything great like a n**** Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem through
She just
salt
Drop the top smoking Lamborghini leg lock
I made a hundred grand today, and it wasn't even payday
Salmon serpent soup, now I'm Babe Ruth
I used
Babe Ruth
And you can't put your finger on the truth
Shake your head ooo ooo, ooo ooo
Ooo, ooo
You can't sing underwater
You can't have the boss's
party like it’s your birthday
We can still party hard in your birthday suit
Knock that pussy out the park
Like my name Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want
promised day two
Throw that pussy at me
Bitch I think I’m Babe Ruth
Drop top Maybach on the way
Yeah that’s that new Landaulet
She let me into her jungle
I’m
Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want a tip
I just want to see her strip
If you fuck me like you love
Me shawty you might get rich
Have her own cake, her own
being all that
Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it tho
Baby had some tinnerz and my credit low
But the shit will hit em quicker
of a nigga
I'm sorry that I gotta say the truth
Thought I wouldn't pop but I popped on you niggas
Now I'm with the hits like I'm Babe Ruth
Bitch, I do
clique
In some drop-top shit
We gon' bounce out quick
We gon' slide like this
How do Babe Ruth miss? Bitch, I, uh, yeah
Ayy, bitch, I caught a pig,
'bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing
pardon me
I'm Ruth's babe with two blades
Like my masks a blue shade
I'm Babe Ruth in Beirut
Swing at your face straight through
Instigate a stray tooth
a Babe Ruth, the bat
I batted the bat (batted the bat)
Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins)
I do all stunts, I kick like a football
conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails, I'm trying
in town
Yeah my claim to fame was a Babe Ruth swing on a mailbox
Yeah the police just love driving me around
'Cause I was proud to be in the bad
can't rewrite the Bible
(Shake your head)
U can't hit homers like Babe Ruth, can't put your finger on the truth
(Shake your head)
Shake your head,
can't rewrite the Bible
(Shake your head)
U can't hit homers like Babe Ruth, can't put your finger on the truth
(Shake your head)
Shake your head,
in town
Yeah my claim to fame was a Babe Ruth swing on a mailbox
Yeah the police just love driving me around
'Cause I was proud to be in the bad
Catching babe ruth catching roger marist
The way you caught my eye in paris, tennisee.
Fell in seduction; well I'm seduced.
You sell a war then we
any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe they can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the black Babe Ruth
That many
Babe Ruth
Swing that bitch might lose a tooth (whatever)
She suck dick with no tooth
My nose runny like, "Achoo"
With that pussy (hey hey), I got
this evening
As i circle the table like Babe Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the brain with brute force
Splatter my cream
and
Bombing like babe ruth when I call it
Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win
In the game, everything a test to check
To see who
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