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Wimbledon by Pablo875 Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

I’m a menace, bet ten grand on a tennis match
No headbands in the terrace stand
Spent ten bands on a stash for the sweatpants
Seal em, bag em, sell em and it’s on to the next brand
White or black man, swipe em with the backhand
No slice at all perfect stroke with the flat hand
Coke in the right pocket, gotta stop it
All white attire contract like a Nasa rocket
Hit the lines for a profit, fine above the net
Rhyming for a check, print a Nike on the vest
And a Nike on the jacket, dub on the racket strings
Love having things and I got a rapid swing
Yeah, I’m blazing on the grass
The footwork so fast it will put you on your ass
Pass on jury duty but I’m crazy on the court
These players tutti frutti not ready for the sport
Steady counting paper and eating rowntrees
Feds are getting closer dread the day they found me
With these pounds in my account, whatever the amount
Before they take my winnings I’ll be in another town
Or six feet underground, buried by the bookies
Six love down Andy Murray to a rookie
Hurry Sharapova I’m gon smash you like a hooker
Bend her over serve & stroke her damn she such a good looker
Excuse me, that was really rude
Could you get in the mood and send your boy some nudes
It’s so misunderstood, sell wet turf to the networks
Treble net worth not even a sweats worth
We in the wrong business, gambling with debt
Shit can be too risky like handling corvette
Knuckleheads in muscle cars travel fast but never far
Chuckle at the suckers never spat a clever bar
Weather too warm someone pour an Ice Tea
Liptons lemon not peach be more precise please
Shipped in crystal from Yemen, pricey lifestyle
No shooting pistols, whipping felons quite a while
Wifey got the melons and a million-dollar smile
Twice she hid the weapons no bother with the trial
No lawyer needed this ain’t a job for Saul
Novak Djokovic defeated when I lob him with the ball
Bitch you better not call, out