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letra de "babe ruth" ft. catastrophy (prod. west) - yung sped

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[intro:]
“is you snorin’ in my cl-ss?
wake up mr. west! wake up mr. west!” x2

[chorus: yung sped]

back stabbin the black magic into your brain
intergalactic masked habits you couldn’t obtain
i’m not a radical motherf-cker i’ll bag em then uppercut em
you’re mad cuz you’re outta luck when i batter up

and i feel like i’m babe ruth
imma knock you outta the park and then run for the base fool
kickin out with the k2
i been makin’ but too many memories i cannot even remember a few

[verse 1: yung sped]
speak for yourself if you wanna act up then you’ll eat with yourself
i’m elite with the clique we don’t need nothing else
bet you think you got the gas but my weed propels

act like you don’t know me

ring a bell when i take you on a date to the gates of h-ll
and they don’t want you for nothin cuz you disgraced ya self
now take a look at the mirror so you could face ya self

and imma leader, an achiever, wit a city demeanor
i got a couple of demons i’ll hit em up when i need em
i’m peaking out of your city and rolling up h-lla weed
if you wanna see me achieving what you could never believe and i mean it!

and i been kickin i been screamin call me david beckham
it’s like i’m guilty for no reason for whatever happened
give it up for the league of the brothamen and the way that we came to be was nothing
you could understand though!

[chorus: yung sped]

back stabbin the black magic into your brain
intergalactic masked habits you couldn’t obtain
i’m not a radical motherf-cker i’ll bag em then uppercut em
you’re mad cuz you’re outta luck when i batter up

and i feel like i’m babe ruth
imma knock you outta the park and then run for the base fool
kickin out with the k2
i been makin’ but too many memories i cannot even remember a few

[verse 2: catastrophy]

rippin then i’m dippin big pimpin i been drippin
hennessey up in the lemon tea herbal green yeah i’m sippin
i been gettin money stackin bread to the ceilin
i been reelin in the dough i’m enjoyin the feelin

it’s appealin… to me! livin life feelin hot mr. 100 degrees!
imma microphone fiend, a true mc
mix master spittin faster than the other homies

i’m on my nerd flow… oh no!
imma d&d master… i know!
puffin dro up out the back door… so slow
rollin dice out by the… mangroves

florida boy feelin hot in the summer
big hummer hit the beach but you know i keep a drummer
i need a plumber if the work is backed up
tryna stash the money up in a brinks bank truck

need a big body beamer and a couple nice toys
needa get out to cali do some work i enjoy
needa couple bad b-tches, some really good friends
needa make a couple thousand when the day begins

i need my own studio, out in the backyard, that way i can hit the house, to recharge!
a pocket full of money go and drop a couple racks
but have a show tonight so i can make it all back

[chorus: yung sped] x2

- yung sped

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