Lyrics:
entire life
With the lows come the highs, sippin' cyanide
Kool-Aid the sure thing, is hip mayne
I refrain to remain the same thing
Hittin' base hits like
lights lose sights take control get drunk fist fight Dead kids open lids
Take the hold pill ball kill them all cop lights lose sights shoot to kill eat
I don’t spoil it ‘What is it baby?’
Face to face toilets
Toyota with the spoiler Ace of Base boiling
I play ball like Billy Hoyle
Now I need a Sidney
jeans, gonna dip em in slime
Turn your 501s into 499s
When I punch a jean, I like to imagine a face
The fly is the nose and the balls are the base
and the balls are the base of the face
You got taste and it shows my man
God damn your jean brand got me throwing my hands
Gonna go back in time, find the man
cash (contar cash)
No cap
Não batem de frente com os meus dreds (meus dreds)
Vês as stats
Não beefo com pussys não dou base (não dou base)
Olha nós
base
Like, I can really ball, i just hit a home run
Niggas really soft, running wit they own gun
And I don't stress these hoes, cuz they have they own
Hell yeah, Amen
Hallelujah, how ya been
8 point, 8 ball
First base, last call
Chrome grill, mudflap
Party back in the pines
Fight song, tom tom
dream
With sticky hands and and faces we fought the yellow-jackets to a draw
Then we used the rind for second base and played a little hard ball
I
Just dropped my first tape in the game, now I'm cozy like ASAP
Bet, that went over your head like a base cap
Wait that's ball, I forgot the middle,
base line at the ball park
And a foul ball became a grand slam
Well a man and a woman
We are two planets aligning
I can't be happy 'til you wear
the star.
To top it off no top at all bases loaded thats how i ball.
Mid range low treble equalize perfect level
got it sounding so sweet so unique Aaron
the energy that gathers here at the base of your spine, a glowing ball of red light. This is the root chakra center, the first chakra in our energy system.
who ain't afraid to catch a case
Pull up on yo block we gonna spray it like mace
He won't play ball so I ran up his shit
Then ran back to home base
He
Fifteen revolvers
World need to change lil' nigga
I look in the sky and feel like it's getting darker
Know I done hit every one of the bases
With both of my
I say yeah she say eat her
That’s my ball base, I’m her Jeter
I hit it straight out the park that’s a dinger
Sayin' what’s up then I ping her
Not for
gay
Blow a load onto my face
Almost 18, might catch a case
Illegal orgy, triple seis (Six-year-olds)
Deepthroat down to the base
Drinking nut like
they wallet fatter
Now I gotta admit
I got a little off base
These we're curl balls
They may not be your taste
But keeping tagging along
I know
Still showing love
For all our Fallen Soldiers
Innocent Angels
Caught up da Tango
Hoy Por Ti, mañana por mi
Till then I’m ball
Base, Foot, Basket
I sent her to ya base my shorty slipped inside ball cap
Then hit you for ya whole sack
I lit the L now hold that
I killed my love I know that
But miss
your side
I'm can't get right
Focused on life
Bases loaded
Foul or curve ball
I'm out of strikes
No Martin or Eddie
These fights gettin petty
On yo
Tell her go
Throw it back
Yeah she
want me
on the base
But I
got the ball bat
Words very mean little
Cuz I wanna
See you act
You could say the name
Yeah
the rival's curse
So please tell me the underdog,
the one who gets the most involved,
will ever get past second base
Or ever get the ball at all
Walk
Vigilante so ranty off brand Deadpool Masacare
Feeling cool and rad
Got the bat it doesn't fly
Might cry cause I got balls home base
Won't let you break me
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