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You gotta be kidding me
Do you gotta be kidding me?
I filled a little league
Doctors are calling it hyperfertility
And they all came with abilities
This

to the big leagues
With that Hollywood dream
Yeah with a tux on
And a limousine
As I pull up to these mathafuckers
On the scene
With my jewelry intact
Having

im finished
Neck feelin so heavy its so cold its full of tennis
They like boy that boy so cold
Nn that flow it's getting chili
Fuck ya hoe up in ya

of options
Thought maybe we could start with love like tennis
I know a little meditation will help cleanse us
Because ten seconds can get you a life sentence

ascended imma give it to em'
If they playing tennis imma serve it to em'
Blessed with a gift i don't make em' do it
Caught them by surprise happy birthday

attention pay me
Work up onna benches inna trench’s wit da trees hadda branch out even doe
I hate to leave tall like I ball shoulda played inna league
Ball

switch
But when you been winnin'
Grindin'
Always shinin'
They got an excuse
Man this nigga a bitch
All he had was a dream
Tryna go to the league
Playin'

bread
I need a new tennis chain plus head
Else imma rain on a hoe with the lead
Play it clean, nah, I'd rather play it naughty
Got a bullet in the chamber

can racket with ratchets and not with tennis balls!
Shit crazy I was zoning in my last thoughts!
Where my keys I'm about to smash off?
Now I'm ghost in

on a beat I'll fucking feast
Walk to league, walk to beach, I'm attached like I'm a leech
And then I lift, I have to dip, all up top while I landslip

quille
Porque diga que yo soy el ave fenix
Y si el quilla y baja pa RD
Le digo que no le pare de tenni
Yeoo
Hoy ando a pie pero nadie sabe
Si mañana ando

dem cah dem never inna my league

Jus wa day me broke dawg
Cya believe me spin da weed  ya so fast
Get di pocket dem

Reloaded reloaded, yeah
Reloaded

folds
In my pocket, pushin’ the pinnacle
Kush in the Philly
& a Swoosh on the tennis shoe
Telephone tough guy, look what it’s getting you
Y’all Bush

Diamond bracelet and a Tennis chain
Couple rackets Rolex watches like a tennis game
Make sure the money right Then exchange 
Create ya own storms but dnt u

Can't Tell Me S***

Celly Cel

The Best of Celly Cel

1999

Them lies as the days go by 
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise 
Walk into the school house 
Franklin Junior 
Back when it was cool

hedge hogging
I am not fuckin' with none of that
(I am not fuckin' with none of that)
I'm in the league now get over it
(I'm in the league now get over

genitalia if u on single play then u should pick it up
Wino tennis we winnin it’s “40 love”

(Chorus x4)

Word up to Roc, knowledge on us dumbasses he

not working like me
I do not need me a witness 
cin't going back and forth with you
Lil nigga I do not play tennis 
cin't tryna talk with not one of you

She want the pass, but I only pass gases
Burnin up sage like we torchin' up matches
Young, yet ancient, don't get it jaded
Don't play tennis, got me

pitch, in a disabled seniors league
More hits than -goldoply?- in force or on a typical hockey team
Instinctively you wince, from this flurry of hits
But

They're backstabbers, monica Seles
No tennis, the OJs playas
I make a slow entrance
Language at odds like French and Flemish
I’m sippin’ a Belgian
You can

to the pro leagues
You just thanked me through the streams of your listening

Excuse me while I kiss the stars
Skidding my hands along the sky
You see what I

I'm Artie hold up wait let me adlib my shit
Look at my penmanship I write this
I'm a Carl's junior model for real
Just on the side like soccer moms

en som er for real allah
Løper som du gjør det for en pris Salah
Selv om det er Premier League du er Salah
For de er du street men for streets er du