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coye - the art of tennis lyrics

[intro]
whoa
yeah

[pre+chorus]
baby, can i count on you? (yeah)
baby, uh (bae), one, two, three, four joints getting lit (yeah)
i only open my phone for the business
all i gotta do is go home to see a critic, yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
i made a decision (yeah), i hope that it lasts this time
you said, “i don’t see the vision” (yeah)
you should check your vision (ah)
she ain’t ever seen this type of money in her life, yeah
bags on my baby how i’m gon’ say cheese (whoa)
i took a flight to ‘bama just for biscuits and gravy
i’m with eleven foreign b+tches in the mercedes
to anyone else, just tennis shoes and tennis chains

[verse]
serena williams and venus hopping outta the range
back and forth to new york, i’m playing tennis with this plane
when i look back, i ran it up, i don’t regret a thing
you cut me off, i had enough (‘nough), right back to my way (yeah)
she can’t get a date, okay, she can’t get a plate with me (yeah)
f+ck being on p’s and q’s, i’ve been on my a to z (yeah)
my bro went from q’s to p’s, i’ve been tryna tell him chill (chill)
crazy we went from burger king, now we eat good every meal
[pre+chorus]
baby, can i count on you? (yeah)
baby, uh (bae), one, two, three, four joints getting lit (yeah)
i only open my phone for the business
all i gotta do is go home to see a critic, yeah (yeah)

[outro]
well, that was brilliant!

- coye lyrics

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