Match Point by Lewymar 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 title
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 fuckin’ track!
[Hook: Lewymar]
Boy, you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired ‘cause you talk hella smack
Boy, you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired, this the third diss track
[Verse 1: Lewymar]
Khalid talkin’ shit 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 fuckboy underneath
Now Khalid got the rackets and now he got the chief
Just tell me how you tryna eat ass 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 fuckin’ 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 hella wack
My whole life I’ve been bullied
I been sick and tired ‘cause you talk hella smack
Boy, you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired, this the third diss track
[Verse 2: J3FF]
Ayy, J Killah, J Killah coming in with the heat
We all got fuckin’ clout, boy everybody eats
Hit after hit, we fuckin’ burn you on repeat
You so fuckin’ thirsty, everyday you beat your meat
You think you’re athletic and shit? Boy, tennis ain’t even a sport
I mean, all you do is hit the ball back and forth on a court
How come your dick fuckin’ smaller than a tennis ball?
When you lie down, your nose make you ten feet tall
I’m spittin’ shit that comes off the top of my dome
Seriously, why do you look like some Pauly D clone?
Garden gnome lookin’ ass
Failing every fuckin’ class
This diss track be so hot, it’s on the weather forecast
Damn your ears big as fuck
With the girls you got no luck
Bro, your ass so fuckin’ ugly, lookin’ like Mater the Tow Truck
You think you got all the clout? Broke ass, guarantee
Boy, I’ll knock your ass out, call the fuckin’ EMT
[Hook: Lewymar & Khalid Alsadek]
Boy you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired ‘cause you talk hella smack
Boy you still big and you be hella 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
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 title
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 fuckin’ track!
[Hook: Lewymar]
Boy, you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired ‘cause you talk hella smack
Boy, you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired, this the third diss track
[Verse 1: Lewymar]
Khalid talkin’ shit 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 fuckboy underneath
Now Khalid got the rackets and now he got the chief
Just tell me how you tryna eat ass 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 fuckin’ 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 hella wack
My whole life I’ve been bullied
I been sick and tired ‘cause you talk hella smack
Boy, you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired, this the third diss track
[Verse 2: J3FF]
Ayy, J Killah, J Killah coming in with the heat
We all got fuckin’ clout, boy everybody eats
Hit after hit, we fuckin’ burn you on repeat
You so fuckin’ thirsty, everyday you beat your meat
You think you’re athletic and shit? Boy, tennis ain’t even a sport
I mean, all you do is hit the ball back and forth on a court
How come your dick fuckin’ smaller than a tennis ball?
When you lie down, your nose make you ten feet tall
I’m spittin’ shit that comes off the top of my dome
Seriously, why do you look like some Pauly D clone?
Garden gnome lookin’ ass
Failing every fuckin’ class
This diss track be so hot, it’s on the weather forecast
Damn your ears big as fuck
With the girls you got no luck
Bro, your ass so fuckin’ ugly, lookin’ like Mater the Tow Truck
You think you got all the clout? Broke ass, guarantee
Boy, I’ll knock your ass out, call the fuckin’ EMT
[Hook: Lewymar & Khalid Alsadek]
Boy you still big and you be hella wack
I been sick and tired ‘cause you talk hella smack
Boy you still big and you be hella 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