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the bracket
Will it work no biased vs the rabbit
Just gonna pick up my top and my jacket
Punch a toff on the nose make him bleed make a racket

I'm an anomaly

doing the previous

I mean don't play with your matches
Nigga I'm straight no brackets
Ain't even rocking no jackets
Bouncing the tennis like a racket
Got

but they're everything
All of my niggas be murdering beats, it's a racket, ain't talking no Agassi
Watch how I run to the bag, I got some money to make

She's got
Short hair and a
Long jacket
With a rich little daddy
And nice tennis racket
She's a
Fashion model who's a
Little artsy
With some trendy

Patrick in this bitch
I can't fuck her in the trap house ain't no mattress in this bitch
Jakes start knockin on my door what's all that racket in this bitch

I been high
I been sounding like I'm bragging
Bye
Done with all the racket
2 Eyes peeking out my jacket
Prada steppin
Boys don’t got no traction
Get

It's sadness on the backseat
It's raining on the markee
My heart is in a casket
Ready for you to grab it

Do you hear the church bells?
The racket

designer
They want the racket, I serve 'em like tennis
They want me run it back before I finish
They want me run it back before I finish
Idol status
We just

Stack up the blocks
Stuck on the back of the rack behind wrappers and rackets and rocks
Flap with the flock
Birds of a feather stick together whether

Choppa fully automatic 
Fuck a tennis keep a racket
Met the nigga by the back but
Blowin off the niggas tactics

Said luh shawty off a perky 
And her

it, stack it
Stack it, stack it
I get the racks and I stack it, you get the racks and you fumble
No tennis but I'm causing a racket
Throw that boy over

in it, I can't leave without a bang
This bustdown 20 piece came from Johnny Dang
Don't play tennis but this racket got some aim
Pack it, and flip it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aye pro cut all that racket
I got a nice crib on Lake
I got a nice crib on Lake
Got a nice crib far down Lake
Got a nice crib

and the i pack it gotta Roll me up a backwood, or a Jay
Y'all know I ain't tryna hear that racket
Keep the Heater in your jacket
Just incase we gotta match

Yeah, it’s YNG Co
Let’s get it, yeah, yeah
Louie my belt and my jacket, we don’t play games we do racket
Band after band I been stacking, last week

a hummer
We run the front makin racket like a drummer
We always with the come up
Lil mama love me she want me I say nu uh
Baby, I don’t wanna take another

jacket
You are all I have left and
I will try to keep the racket down
Down, down, down

Have you felt so suddenly sullen?
Like the walls are closing in,

for ya
I even sing that song you like
Rackets on rackets for ya
I know I tell you all the time, I’m where the legs'll be at
But I be lyin, I'm just

My water is so cold, that I think it went frozen
Whack a hater with a racket, but this ain't the U.S. Open
One hundred views in a day, I think that I

in!)
Well, I'd rather go bowling!
(the lanes are closed!)
Maybe a little tennis? 
(your racket's got a hole.)
How about some baseball? 
(field's rained

bitch
When we hold those fucking rackets you ain't men, bitch
Evrybody gangsta till I slam that forehand
Serving fastest straightest lines, call me

[Gun-Britt sitter på en stol och putsar skor.
Lennart kommer in, klädd för tennisspel med racket i högsta hugg.] 

[Lennart slår racket mot handen

got on me
I'm slashing 
Dripping all this
Black girl magic
Naw do t think I'm ratchet 
If I wanna break a racket
Yea yea
Don't talk to me 
You owe me

like once was
Once was
Mother weeps through many seasons 
Talk that racket they babalot 
Talk that racket
Babble on
Babylon
Babble on
Babylon
Babble