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Cricket underdog Thailand lights up T20 World Cup with upbeat attitude


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Coming from the Land of Smiles, the Thailand women’s cricket team has been the feel-good story of the T20 World Cup hosted by Australia.

Key points:

  • Thailand was the first team from South-East Asia to qualify for a Women’s T20 World Cup
  • The Thai players have taken the tournament by storm with their infectious and positive attitude
  • Thailand lost three of its pool matches but gave itself a chance of victory against Pakistan before the match was abandoned

Thailand’s rapid rise — in a country where cricket is largely unknown — to make its T20 World Cup debut has been incredible to watch.

The nation has only 11 contracted cricketers, all of whom are women, and it became the first team from South-East Asia to quality for the Women’s T20 World Cup.

Thailand did not win a match at the tournament — although it did set Pakistan a competitive target of 151 in this afternoon’s abandoned pool match in Sydney — but its impact has been profound.

“When we were preparing, nobody really even knew we were coming for a World Cup,” Thailand’s vice-captain Nattaya Boochatham said.

“But off the back of this, we’ve got a lot of attention around the world.”

Thailand was soundly beaten by England, South Africa and West Indies, prior to its final match against Pakistan being called off early because of rain.

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@T20WorldCup video tweet: "During the rain delay, Thailand kept the fans entertained on the big screen with an impromptu dance-off. Thank you for being part of #TheBigDance!"

Despite recording three heavy defeats, the joy and energy of the Thailand players has been infectious, highlighted when they bowed to the crowd, umpires and opponents during their matches.

“We can smile wholeheartedly and enjoy what a World Cup feels like, the experience has been invaluable for us,” Boochatham said.

Thailand has also experienced displays of sportsmanship from other teams.

New Zealand gave the Thais an impromptu coaching clinic when they met in a warm-up fixture.

Thai players feel ‘like a big family’

Most of Thailand’s team are semi-professional, forced to juggle their playing duties with jobs or education commitments.

“When we go back we will take a bit of a break, enjoy [time] with our families, go back to studying, then after that, it’s straight back to planning for the [one-day World Cup] 50-over qualifier,” Boochatham said.

There was a significant amount of preparation put into the T20 World Cup campaign, as the squad of 15 came from different parts of Thailand to live under the one roof in a Bangkok house rented by the Cricket Association of Thailand.

The players became “like a big family”, as they ate, slept and breathed cricket while undergoing a strict training regime.

“Always being together [makes] you understand the dynamics of everyone,” Boochatham said.

“We know each other inside out, which is great when we are on the field, [as] we back each other.”



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The Thai players created a family-like environment in the build-up to the World Cup. (ICC)

Most of Thailand’s World Cup team switched to cricket from other sports such as softball, basketball and volleyball.

Captain Sornnarin Tippoch was scouted playing softball at university at 21, while Boochatham enjoyed a similar journey across to cricket.

“I thought, ‘this is going to hurt a lot because I don’t have my [softball] mitts on’, but once I got into it and started batting I fell in love and have been playing ever since,” Boochatham said.

The young team is hungrier than ever to match the standard set by the world’s best.

“How we’ve underperformed is a wake-up call to us to motivate us,” Boochatham said.

“We have been exposed but that’s not a bad thing. We have to get stronger and bring our A game.”

The tough initiation has paved the way for younger Thai players, according to Boochatham.

“We want the world to know that we can play, for us to set the benchmark for the new generation of Thai cricketers to show this is the level you have to be performing at,” she said.

“Hopefully, we are good role models for the future.”

Source: https://www.abc.net.au/news


Lil Uzi Vert – R.I.P. Chico Lyrics


Play this song

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man‚ I miss lil Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me‚ he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on duo (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular‚ I tapped out from the deep throat

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, what you saying? Uh, tell me what you saying, uh
Serving sand, uh, in front of the cam’, uh
Counting bands, huh, on top of the land
You’s a fan, yeah, we [?] put you down, yeah
Took a stand, yeah, that boy, he’s a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah, 20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah, this is not a Land Rover (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy), ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand)
Ooh, you don’t understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I’m still stunned that he really took the stand
But that’s okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch)
Ooh, I got all the sauce, don’t need no ranch (Don’t need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That’s the MAC, yeah)
Yeah, and my necklace shining like a lamp (Lamp)
These niggas don’t want it with my team (No, they don’t)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600, yeah)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain’t on me (Ooh)
‘Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt)
Got them hollow tips so you can’t scream for help (No, you can’t)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don’t even own
She fuck with a nigga from way back
That gave her her own
Thousand dollar cologne
Ring, ring, which phone?
I’m so high, I don’t know
I’ma show you broke niggas what getting money about (‘Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they faneto
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain’t need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and lil’ [?], them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, what?)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, “Man, I don’t wanna see no gold” (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can’t wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those
50 round drum stay up on us
Draco, flippin’ them car right over
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I’m not [?] (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about [?] the other day
He said, “Wish I was home”
Can’t let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I’m alone (When I’m alone, R.I.P. the nigga)
Smoke dope when I’m alone
Pray the Lord’ll let me go blazin’ when he call me home
I ain’t seen them Ms, let me go brazy ‘fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat


Sal Houdini – Parlé Lyrics


Play this song

(Verse 1)
Maybe I’m insane, or I’m stupid in love
Maybe it’s the way that you never give up
I’ll love you the same‚ I ain’t switchin’ it up
Love is on fire the way you lit it up
Oh‚ oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly‚ hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé‚ blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly‚ hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

(Verse 2)
Fuck with me from Friday to Friday, yeah
Beauty somethin’ like Aphrodite, yeah
Your man doesn’t have to find out anything
Vacay to an island like Hawaii, yeah
Show stopper
You won’t find yourself another better partner
Since you playin’ with my feelin’s, do it harder
I imagine fuckin’ me for you’s an honor

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

(Verse 2)
Oh yeah, welcome to the party
We got bitches, we got liquor, we got coke, and molly
Got a bad bitch from Pakistan, and one Somali
Got a chick who’s from L.A., turns out she’s Afghani
Got the whole lot shakin’, that’s my new Ferrari
Your girl told me take her out, I got her calamari
Squad just tryin’ to turn up, got ’em all Bacardi
I need money, I need foreigns, I need way more sorries, yeah
Maybe I’m insane, or I’m stupid in love
Maybe it’s the way that you never give up
I’ll love you the same I ain’t switchin’ it up
Love is on fire the way you lit it up
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah


Future – Low Life (feat. The Weeknd) lyrics


[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga repping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah

[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?


Jay Jones – Go Crazy (feat. Lil Wayne)


[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy


Ralo & Lil Baby – Lil Cali & Pakistan


[Intro: Ralo & Lil Baby]
Yeah
Cook that shit up Quay
Yeah
Four pockets
Woooh
FAM Goon
Baby
Yeah
Uhh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Four pockets on full
My trunk and my hood
I fucked everything that look good
Made millions still in the hood
Different bitches with me every night
I’m a dog but I never bite
Tell Lil Baby we gon’ be alright
We ain’t going out without a fight
These niggas out of control
They just be hating’ on me right in front of me
I promise I already know
Me and Lil Baby the niggas they wanna be
Got the trap on the back street
Sold a hundred packs last week
Have you ever spent a million dollars?
Nigga you ain’t have to ask me
Ay Lil Baby what we doing nigga?

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
We in Lil Cali and Pakistan
I just re’d up with five hundred bands
Make [?] do the running man
You ain’t the boss you a runner man
You a bitch you juwanna mann
Me and young Ralo
We set the trends you can follow
I’m pourin’ act out the bottle
Then fucked every Instagram model
Screamin’ free Joc and Lil Lotto
I’m in the booth catching play
I used to sleep with the jay
I used to sleep with that k
Give a damn what they say
I know all these niggas hate
But they know i’m getting paid
Better stay up out my lane
I created my own wave
I’m on that bullshit taking chains
Niggas be getting, fucking for the fame
Niggas do anything for a name
Boy I do anything for the game
I know my niggas gon’ ride for me
Die for me
Sit in jail, do the time for me
I know they never gon’ lie to me
I’m make sure every one of them eat
Me and Ralo back to back
Z06 back to back
Lamborghinis and them cats
Do anything for them racks
Taking chances selling packs
I ain’t never going back
Ralo tell them where we at
Ralo tell them where we at

[Verse 3: Ralo]
We in Lil Cali and Pakistan
None of these rappers don’t stand a chance
Bitch i’m eating like a fat man
I don’t need a bitch for a lap dance
Tell them haters go and team up
I seen them ops come clean up
They gone tell you that I been turnt up every time a nigga seen us
Hold up Hold up Lil Baby
Let me slow it down a lil bit
Hold up Hold up switch it up a lil bit
What you gonna do? (Hold up)
Listen
Look, I hit the club and embarrass them niggas
We carry them pistols and having them issues
I told my daughter don’t marry these niggas
Compared to these niggas you better than niggas
I jump out the Lamb and I jump in the wagon
You cannot mention my name without bragging
You know that lil nigga Ralo been havin’
I got more money than you and your daddy
I could never be average
Living life so lavish
Watch cost twenty-one thousand
Way before I knew Savage

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
We in the spot
We making hits
I made a [?]
Turned to a brick
Had a Philippe
And it’s on fleek
That’s on my right wrist
Bust it down Roley on my right
They think I came up overnight
Found the plug then I took a flight
That shit changed my life
I used to trap on the bike
I can’t never get it right
Then I finally got it right
Now i’m ballin’ like i’m Mike
Got the game air tight
Like a vacuum seal
Made a whole mil off a vacuum seal
Ballin’ with no budget and I ain’t got no deal
Me and Ralo really selling packs for real
Love my dogs
Know that they would never steal
Free the gang
Hope they get out on they appeal
I been getting fetty popping all these pills
It cost seven thousand [?]
I’m trying to live my life
I had to wrong my rights
I had to earn my stripes
I had to earn my stripes


​blackbear – gucci linen Lyrics


[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her “You can have anything you want in here”, ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust, I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some caps, with some packs and some nappy dread
Shoot at you, then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa


Blackbear – Gucci Linen (feat. 2 Chainz)


[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
You can have anything you want in here
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W, getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
You can have anything you want in here
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some cat, with some [?], and some nappy dread
Shoot at you then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa


Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk)


[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up

[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas?
Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas

[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! OTF
Ralo LaFlare


Fortune – Krewella feat. Diskord lyrics


Lyrics Krewella – Fortune

Pull up on the party with an army
Our guns inked up like a Harley Hells Angel on the one
Like a bull in a china shop, steaming like buns
Coming in like a wrecking ball, you gon’ need a Tylenol.(fortune)

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune.

‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune.

Diamonds are forever, but a girl’s best friend
Is a bank full of ride-or-dies stickin’ ’til the end
We stay mobbin’ the party
But no, we ain’t the Gottis
We come in peace from the East
Pakistan to Miami.

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.

Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee
Fortuneee.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.
Krewella lyrics
Video Krewella


Ralo – The Dopeman (feat. YFN Lucci)


[Intro: Ralo & Future]
My hood they treat me like I’m El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I’m Ralo
Famgoon
They know I ain’t no motherfuckin’ rapper nigga
Famerican Gangster

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 1: Ralo]
They know I’m the dopeman nigga
They never catch me arguing with these broke ass niggas
You gotta be about some money just to talk to me
I had to grind for everything, this shit wasn’t bought to me
I’m sorry mama, I ain’t become the shit you thought I’d be
If you my dawg then why the fuck you keep on dogging me
These niggas talk behind your back, these niggas fake, yeah
To see you smiling, well I’ll do whatever it take girl
They broke my heart but they won’t never see me broke no more
You can give ‘em all you got, they still gon’ ask for more
I never told my niggas no, I never told my bitches yeah
I thank the lord for them bricks, that shit made me a millionaire
I’m Mr. Dog Food nigga

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 2: Ralo]
It’s opps shit, pop shit, cop shit
Can’t never start shit
We the opps, free the opps
Leave the block so we can see the top
Seen the top, seen the bottom
Red bottom, my whole team got ‘em
How the fuck he shot your man and nigga you ain’t shot him
This that Pakistan shit
Famgoon shit
A nigga play with this he gon’ get his ass kicked
We gon’ pull up with the stick, let it hit
I promise we ain’t gon’ leave until everybody get hit
I make these niggas feel some type of way
You having pressure, we gon’ bust them pipes and fight today
We don’t care ‘bout what you say, we don’t care ‘bout who you is
They told me that heroin kills
I said that heroin pays the bills

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Outro: DJ Khaled, Ralo, & Future]
Ayo check this out, this some real shit
Ralo coming man
Ralo on fire
They talkin’ about him city to city, hood to hood
Famerica, you know what it is
I want y’all to be clear and be focused
Don’t play yourself
This shit powerful
It’s all about the Famerican Gangster mixtape
Ralo
Famgoon!
Young Ralo, young Ralo, young Ralo