Lyrics:
Swing my tennis racket
Swing my tennis racket
Swing my tennis racket
Here and there
Swinging way up high
Look at that ball fly
Look at that ball fly
Thump
over net
Can't deal with the racket boi this is not tennis
ALL on my line tryna learn the business
On steady grind I ain't talk in fitness
What I start
baboon
Yeah you'll hear me howling probably making racket
Ocean of emotion, diving in the abyss
Lost in the white walls making me trip
Memories switch
stop
Bitch
And I do make a racket
And I do make a racket
And I do make a racket
And I do make a racket
In my car
Skrrr skrrr in my car
Skrrr skrrr in my
Ibrahim Dawood
Pour la belle vie tu joues des coudes, Ibrahim Dawood
Racket violent des plus grosses pointures de Bollywood
Assis seul face à la fenêtre,
the street
Ridin' thru their dream but they never can touch it
Children pullin' on your jacket
Makin' a rough racket rough racket
Rough rough racket
Burn down
call it what it is now
It's a racket
Call it what it is
You didn't have the right man beside you
No womanly voice heard for miles around you
You
call it what it is now
It's a racket
Call it what it is
You didn't have the right man beside you
No womanly voice heard for miles around you
You
en a qui rêvent d’être des vedettes
D’autres de jouer dans’ Ligue nationale
Martin rêvait d’être dans l’racket
Et pis de blanchir de l’argent sale
vrai t'es qu'un comédien
J'détaillais des quêtes
J'faisais que du racket et j'te parle
D'l'époque où j'étais qu'un collégien
Quand ça parle en cash
the street
Ridin' thru their dream but they never can touch it
Children pullin' on your jacket
Makin' a rough racket rough racket -rough rough racket
Burn
all in my bank account
I just called thе boys, you
Know what we doin'
You know we moving pounds (yeah)
Rackеts is, rackets is, all my money now
(Bands)
tennis with my bitch
A lot of rackets
I got hundreds fetish, money come and go
But let's go spend it (let's go spend it)
And new baguetties on my wrist
Come all you bold fellers
Where'er you may be
Come set down a-while and listen to me
The truth I will tell you without a mistake
Of the rackets we
playing with the station
And I was fidgeting with the heat
Looking back to the vibrant days of
Racket in the hall
Caution to the breeze
Say you'll
in a Broadway chorus,
Known as Susie Donahue.
She can take her tambourine and whack it,
But the hurry's jus a racket,
She's a hoofer from Fifth
(This shit gon' be crazy Jack)
Turn my woes into wisdom, the pain came useful
Still keep a racket I don't care if I'm in Houston
Got some money
wrong, what is right
The sin is law tonight
What is wrong, what is right
The sin is law tonight
Here at the racket at 711
Hey hell-o mr. host tonight we
dreams
Now everybody says what a noise we make
We've got a one-way ticket back to Garageland, Garageland
We make a noise
What a blooming racket
We
of rackets that need to be broken...
That need to be broken
Well, I've never liked it when I can't win
I'm always in second place
I've always been
peine
Y en a qui rêvent d'être des vedettes
D'autres de jouer dans' Ligue nationale
Martin rêvait d'être dans l'racket
Et pis de blanchir de
slow down, george
Why start up trouble for the king
This freedom racket is a corny thing
-this freedom racket is a corny thing
Your troops are ickys
any better than you
With the Bo Diddley rhythm I can make a song or two
I make a racket here if there is a problem I run
I’m the King of the Crappy, I’m
as a glove
Not a fighter but I’ll guarantee if you try to push me
Better know imma shove
The truths in the racket, the racket’s the hatchet
And I wanna bury
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