Talk:Bud Fowler

the color line

I have changed the link to "color line", because it links to a company wiki.—The preceding unsigned comment was added by 71.57.22.81 (talk • contribs) 17:32, 26 November 2006.

"Professional Baseball"

"Fowler played 10 seasons of professional baseball, "a record until broken by Jackie Robinson in his last season with the Brooklyn Dodgers." - There should be a better way to state this. There were plenty of African-Americans who played 10+ years of "professional" baseball in the Negro Leagues, which were "professional" just not "recognized" or "organized" on par with the major leagues. Get it from my mammy, Balmain, bustdown (Tre Trax I think we got one) (It's Trax season, bruh) (Who that? Trell?) I want Chanel 9 boots All these niggas steady jockin' 'Cause they know I'm the truth (Material girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain, bustdowns, these hoes can't stand me (Material girl) Currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile, pussy poppin' with ya man in Miami (Material girl) Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls Choppin' bitches down like Edward Scissor Hands (Scissor Hands) I don't want no petty money, nigga, run them bands (run them bands) Private Island living ,chillin' with Toucan Sam Fucking billionaire ballers, rap shit got me grand (ah) Motorsport do the dash, drop the top in the Lamb' Chanel Bags, that'll make me know it (yeah) You need a hot girl? Boy, you gon' have to show it You wanna taste, baby boy? you gon' have to throw it Deposit all accounts, baby, keep the cash flowin' Bust down wrist but, but the bustdown keep 'em going Hennessy on my lips, take a sip I like my niggas laid, don't come here with no chips How much is you payin'? (Payin') I don't speak broke boy language (nah) You can leave with the crew that you came with (came with) Me and my bitches ain't playing (gon' on) Ice me out, nigga, like Elsa Fly me out, private jet, no Delta You can send your bitch back to the shelter You ain't got no money, bitch, I can't help ya I want Chanel 9 boots All these niggas steady jockin' 'Cause they know I'm the truth (Material girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain, bustdowns, these hoes can't stand me (Material girl) Currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile, pussy poppin' with ya man in Miami (Material girl) Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls Look but don't touch (uh-uh) You use to free bitches, I cost too much I'm married to the money, baby, you can keep yo' tux Stop askin' the same questions, "Is you fuckin' or what?" (No) I like a super size, nigga, money deluxe Where my money? Now you stutter, wh-wh-wh-what? Let me make it real clear, fuck nigga, pay up Broke Niggas leave a bad taste, eww, yuck Ocean Drive is where I wanna be (facts) Neck on freeze thanks to my girl Tiffany (froze) Feet on fleek, steppin' through Balenci' You would be crazy as fuck to put her against me (ha) Fly me to Cali, swipin' all yo' credit cards, this B.A.P.S, I'm Halle Gucci, Louis, Prada it don't matter Money make me cum, boy, stop with all the chatter Rich nigga eight figures, not enough Ten figures private show in the back of the Bentley truck Spend yo' money and you still can't cuff I want materials and serials, boy, you outta luck No stash type of bitch, you ain't keepin' your money tucked (gimme that) You bought a Givenchy I'm still stingy no, sir, you can't fuck (You said you loved me) Tuh, boy, I told you what? You a duck ass niggas, stop cluckin' and pay up I want Chanel 9 boots All these niggas steady jockin' 'Cause they know I'm the truth (Material girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain, bustdowns, these hoes can't stand me (Material girl) Currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile, pussy poppin' with ya man in Miami (Material girl) Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls Materials and serials, bitch