Lyrics:
If them bitches try to test you
Just put em in their place
Now a days
Bitches don't say shit
Kinda like crickets
Lose all of your patience baby
If
6am on a Saturday, means cricket on the flats
Under 10’s gear up in whites, searching for their hats
Mark out the boundaries, set the stumps in
Intro
De T-20 boss, destroying full toss. And all who vex loss, of course
Chorus
Gayle, hit another six
Gayle, in cricket is licks
Gayle, what
Was cricket and clover
Some magic leftover
That never saw the light of day
Cut short in the bitter November
You're such a pretender
Unsteady like
now deep in I’m going
Bout to get loud let’s hear from the crowd
(Cricket, cricket, cricket) damn
Oh, ya, don’t have that yet
But let’s spin that round
Someone's in the meadow down on lover's lane
Making lots of racket, raising lots of Cain
Casanova Cricket, that the name you rate
Raising all that
strange clouds appeared
And dark became the sun
And the courage to fight n win a war
Was all of a sudden gone
Black crickets
By 10 of millions or more
and I ain't alright
I search my soul where there is no moon
The trees all cross and are covered in moss
If the crickets wanna know then I'll tell 'em
Shot-Shot drinking! Воу-воу прикид!
Чик-чик, Cricket! Да, я в трипе!
Shot-Shot drinking! Воу-воу прикид!
Чик-чик, Cricket! Да, я в трипе!
Ха,
be talking down all hear is crickets
If you really with it
Show you how to get it
Smokin on that pressure
Remember smoking midget
No pressure I'm
it
Get booked and we crickets
Niggas ain't telling who did it
There ain't never no pass for no snitches
Get the drop then we lick it
I ain't even
Y'all already know who it is
Except this time you really do
Uha
Critics
Turn'em into crickets now
JJJJ Joel i D
I'm coming from the hallowed ground
The boys are back
The boys are back
The boys are back
The boys are back
Day-o, day-o, daylight comes and the cricket is here
Day-o, day-o, the boys
dream team, wow
Bigy, bigy as King-Kong
I looked at my phone, but I'm so alone
Cricket, cricket will fire, bro
Lucky, lucky, dream team, wow
Bigy, bigy
wicket haul
Cos every cricket season was a summer of spin
And with Warnie in ya team ya guaranteed a win
Score himself a root with a couple of texts
Like like the the the death
Air crickets air crickets air crickets air crickets air
Mother and child with magazine
Into a story, into a dream
(Scheiß Hochbahn)
3, 5, 9, ja
Fahren HVV doch ohne Ticket (ganz ohne)
Unsere Crew geht steil, eure Crew spielt Cricket
Ihr spielt Cricket, eure
the wicket
With Jiminy Cricket
That cricket's (?) garden (?)
Jungle Queen
Got no crown
Running free
Getting down
In the garden
On the grass
Moon
Well you know that love ain't Cricket (You know it)
In this love life that we live (That we live)
And you're only on a good wicket
If you get all
tick
The Smartest Guy In The Room
Flick, flick
Might as well be on the moon
Click, click
Or in his tower or his tomb
Cricket
'Cause all I'm
crickets
Buncha nosy neighbours tryna get up in my biniss
Buncha nosy neighbours i got handro as my witness
Buncha nosy neighbours give a fuck about you
The sounds of the night
Reminds me how tonight's too quiet
No one to tame, these secret flames
Just crickets and airplanes
Outside voices, dull dark
down
And know there ain't no one else around
Except for you and me and the crickets
This song is ready for work, my head is still spinning
And your good
I got a cricket on the line and a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin' everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin' by my side
What else
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