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lewymar - match point lyrics

[intro: roger federer, news reporter, khalid alsadek, & j3ff]
my whole life i’ve been bullied
i cry myself to sleep every night because of them
now we have to talk records here
‘cause you won your first grand slam here
over the years you’ve been breaking other champions’ records, but now, you have your own record: the eighth wimbledon t-tle
the only man in the history of wimbledon to ever win it eight times
yeah, it’s uh (yeah, i know)
yeah, i mean uh, i guess it’s uh
again it’s just belief, you know
that i can, uh, achieve, uh, such heights
i got lewymar on this f-ckin’ track!

[hook: lewymar]
boy, you still big and you be h-lla wack
i been sick and tired ‘cause you talk h-lla smack
boy, you still big and you be h-lla wack
i been sick and tired, this the third diss track

[verse 1: lewymar]
khalid talkin’ sh-t so he get hit with the steel
he tryna be all popular, he get popped like a pill
first sara, then amirah, then it’s back to aseel
dropped a couple disses, now you cooked up like a meal
khalid can’t steal your girl ‘cause this guy is not a thief
even though he’s acting like a sheikh, he’s a f-ckboy underneath
now khalid got the rackets and now he got the chief
just tell me how you tryna eat -ss with train tracks in your teeth
khalid took an l, and i’m talkin’ 0-40
do not cross the line or else he’ll call up all his shorties
first he’s jr. sheikh, now he’s watching rick and morty
khalid got a racket, now he thinks he’s super sporty
khalid’s all depressed, msa board disappoint
khalid’s getting high, he’s on his last joint
wish i never f-ckin’ knew him, pull off a flashpoint
now i’m saying “deuces” ’cause this track is match point, breh

[hook: lewymar & khalid alsadek]
boy, you still big and you be h-lla wack
my whole life i’ve been bullied
i been sick and tired ‘cause you talk h-lla smack
boy, you still big and you be h-lla wack
i been sick and tired, this the third diss track

[verse 2: j3ff]
ayy, j k!llah, j k!llah coming in with the heat
we all got f-ckin’ clout, boy everybody eats
hit after hit, we f-ckin’ burn you on repeat
you so f-ckin’ thirsty, everyday you beat your meat
you think you’re athletic and sh-t? boy, tennis ain’t even a sport
i mean, all you do is h-t the ball back and forth on a court
how come your d-ck f-ckin’ smaller than a tennis ball?
when you lie down, your nose make you ten feet tall
i’m spittin’ sh-t that comes off the top of my dome
seriously, why do you look like some pauly d clone?
garden gnome lookin’ -ss
failing every f-ckin’ cl-ss
this diss track be so hot, it’s on the weather forecast
d-mn your ears big as f-ck
with the girls you got no luck
bro, your -ss so f-ckin’ ugly, lookin’ like mater the tow truck
you think you got all the clout? broke -ss, guarantee
boy, i’ll knock your -ss out, call the f-ckin’ emt

[hook: lewymar & khalid alsadek]
boy you still big and you be h-lla wack
i been sick and tired ‘cause you talk h-lla smack
boy you still big and you be h-lla wack
i been sick and tired, this the third diss track
my whole life i’ve been bullied
i cry myself to sleep every night because of them

- lewymar lyrics

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