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emilio paredes - home run كلمات الأغنية

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chorus: st–zefield

i just wanna smoke some
baseball, bad blunt
hit a homerun
i don’t take advice from no one
me and my man’s, yeah my homie’s
go so dumb
don’t f-ck with no one
bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
i keep her by my side (by my side)
flex with them yeah
i just might
i been stackin’ paper, them numbers look right

verse 1: emilio paredes

now who gonna stop me when i pull up so effortless
you see i am shining like the gold on my necklace
said i wasn’t meant for this
i said i get my ends from this
now they hurting bad
i swear these motherf-ckers sensitive
i was takin’ blue pills
didn’t wanna be alive
doors on the wip
now only type of suicide
my confidant lose a lotta confidence [?]
faded off his end though
i just want to ball
like my funds never end though
furnessin’ like stephan
i’m shootin’ like clay
before i’m 23, i need a deal like i’m dray [?]
but the summer is coming, but i don’t feel warm
i been a [?], when i said this before

if you don’t know my name after this
you go know it, so young but i swear to god i’m blowing
i been working, i been slapping
boy i’m all about that action
you gon’ see the bigger picture
i don’t need to ride a caption, no

chorus: st–zefield

i just wanna smoke some
baseball, bad blunt
hit a homerun
i don’t take advice from no one
me and my man’s, yeah my homie’s
go so dumb
don’t f-ck with no one
bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
i keep her by my side (by my side)
flex with them yeah
i just might
i been stackin’ paper, them numbers look right

verse 2: emilio paredes

b-tch you can put your hands down
this is not a charity
all my f-cks to give
now there is such a rarity
new sh-t when i’m rocking
you can never get a parody
if i had to be you
then i prolly would be scared of me
we don’t play no games now
we grow all the f-ck up
knew you back in highschool and still you always a f-ck up
gotta get my books up
b-tch you was a busta
reppin’ for my blocka, blocka
you don’t want none
i been gone a minute
but i’m workin’ on a mixtape
all my dogs on board like riptape
its been taking longer cause i’m asking “what’s your b-tch think?”
everything you do is what your b-tch hate
pull up with my team top down and in my new ride
you can p-ss that sh-t if you don’t like
money ain’t a problem dawg i won’t lie
when i see what i want it’ll be mine

chorus: st–zefield

i just wanna smoke some
baseball, bad blunt
hit a homerun
i don’t take advice from no one
me and my man’s, yeah my homie’s
go so dumb
don’t f-ck with no one
bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
i keep her by my side (by my side)
flex with them yeah
i just might
i been stackin’ paper, them numbers look right (x2)

outro: emilio paredes

now who gonna stop me when i pull up so effortless
you see i am shining like the gold on my necklace
said i wasn’t meant for this
i said i get my ends from this
now they hurting bad
i swear these motherf-ckers sensitive
i was takin’ blue pills
didn’t wanna be alive
doors on the wip
now only type of suicide
my confidant lose a lotta confidence [?]…

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