Emilio Paredes - Home Run lyrics
Chorus: Steezefield 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** 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**ers 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: Steezefield 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** 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**h you can put your hands down This is not a charity All my f**s to give Now there is such a rarity New sh** 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** up Knew you back in highschool and still you always a f** up Gotta get my books up b**h 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**h think?" Everything you do is what your b**h hate Pull up with my team top down and in my new ride You can pa** that sh** 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: Steezefield 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** 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**ers 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 [?]...