Visually impaired children get surfing masterclass from Paralympian

ABC Newcastle

By

Robert Virtue

Updated

January 26, 2018 06:59:47

Video: The visually impaired children enjoyed taking part in the surfing program

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(ABC Newcastle: Robert Virtue)
Travis Linstrom, also 11, has been blind in his right eye all his life.”I’m kind of just used to it now,” he said.”It does affect me sometimes in class, also in some sports.”I can’t fully play games like footy because I wouldn’t be able to play tackle because if someone came at me from [the right side], my nose blocks my vision.”Travis said learning to surf had its difficulties.”Everyone, even if you have a disability, should be able to do something that they want to do,” he said.”[It was] a little bit [difficult learning to surf], but after a couple of waves, you figure out how to get up.”It was actually easier than what I thought it would be.”

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The workshop aimed to give children with a visual impairment a taste of surfing. Sometimes they tell the teacher the words on the sheet are too small for me.”Tyler was part of the surfing day and said he enjoyed meeting other kids with a visual impairment.”It’s fun. (ABC Newcastle: Robert Virtue)
Surfing about ‘feeling’ the waveMr Formston, who is legally blind, has surfed since he was a young child.He said while many people thought it was a visual sport, surfers were able to feed off the energy and feel of waves.”If you talk to any competitive surfer that’s surfed in the dark, they can talk to you about how they felt the wave,” he said.”For me, I’ve been surfing since I was five years old and I’ve just learnt to feel the wave.”Even paddling out the back, you can hear the wave coming towards you, you can feel when the water sucks as the wave comes, so I know when to duck dive.”There’s a lot of feel in the ocean, and there’s a lot of sound in the ocean, so you can use other senses, rather than just being reliant on sight.”

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Tyler Ford has difficulty seeing things in the distance. Surfing is a prominent part of Australian culture but for those with a visual impairment, taking to the water can be challenging.A group of visually impaired children from the New South Wales Hunter region were taught to surf this week in a masterclass run by Matt Formston, a cycling Paralympian and world champion in adaptive surfing’s blind category.The workshop was organised by non-profit organisation, Vision Australia.”The aim of today is to give [the kids] a taste for surfing but more importantly, to bring them together as a community,” Mr Formston said.”It’s pretty easy to be isolated when there’s anything different in your life, let alone a disability.”To be able to see that there’s other kids that are going through similar challenges, to be able to do something that’s a little bit challenging, to get out of your comfort zone and do that with people [who] have similar challenges is something the kids can take home and build from.”

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Paralympian and champion surfer, Matt Formston, helped teach the children how to surf. I wear glasses every day at school.”Some people understand and help me. It’s hard to see the whiteboard,” he said.”I can see things up close, but if I’m far away, not really. (ABC Newcastle: Robert Virtue)
Visually impaired kids taking on challenging situationsTyler Ford, 11, has difficulty seeing anything at a distance.”It affects me in class. I was pretty happy when I got to stand up on the board.”It’s just like freedom, being in the ocean.”

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Travis Linstrom has been blind in his right eye since birth. (ABC Newcastle: Robert Virtue)
Having a go at sportMr Formston said it was important for children with a visual impairment to participate in sports.”I played rugby union, I played ice hockey growing up, contact sports, and I played them in able-bodied competitions,” he said.”My dad just chucked me in there and said, ‘See how you go’.”Just have a go, and by doing that — and other people seeing them having a go and accepting that — as a group, you find a way.”That’s probably the main thing; you’re not so isolated because of something that’s different about you to other people.” I got to meet lots of new people, and I hope I can do it again,” he said.”[Surfing] was pretty good.
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T-Pain – Roll In Peace (Remix)

If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? Yeah, boop!)
If we gon’ be Florida niggas, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about? (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all roll together nigga
[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can’t even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my nigga Kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
Niggas must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
Niggas ain’t rats where I’m from (why?) so they don’t fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida nigga coming up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida nigga saying that they the only Florida nigga
That shit don’t sound right to me (nah), my niggas gon’ blast for me (yeah)
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah) blastin’ a fuck nigga head off (woah)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me? If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece? [Intro: T-Pain]
(Yeah, boop! (ayy) All the pussy niggas talking shit that don’t know me
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
[?] at 4 in the morning (ooh)
I’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
‘Cause everyone [?] starting to throw up
Gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
I know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
[?] (ohh)
I’m her baby daddy (ohh)
She in love with a Florida nigga, she don’t wanna leave Tallahassee

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?

Dabrye – Lil Mufukuz (feat. MF Doom)

Isn’t she adorable? [Intro]
When are they gonna turn on the lights, daddy? Isn’t she adorable? Light up the whole…? [Verse 2]
As in on stage or lyrical mic
Contrary to bias towards age or physical height
They need to go fly a kite light to get high off lifelike
Instead of playin’ games inside, bike
Slow down buddy or things could get ugly
Runnin’ behind on ‘er like [?]
Out here doin’ the darndest things, hysterical
How they got through the kindergarten is a miracle
"Get back up in this house!" a grandmama shouts
Wanderin’ through the hood in tight pajamas with they ass out
Strollin’ by rollin’ eyes like hater
Face and fingers sticky and dirty from icky Now & Laters
Give ’em a mean look, that’s my word
The belt is right here, be seen and not heard
Pssh, respect your elders, tell your sisters and brothers
The whole world’s watching y’all’s little mufuckas
[Outro]
Will it light up the whole world, daddy? [Verse 1]
Ouch, what would rhyme with gout? Will it light up the whole world, daddy? Now get to them chores or else you can’t hit the blunt for a month
And you’re grounded, no outside, no out front
Grown folks is talkin’, don’t even mumble!"
I watch ’em run away from home and come back humble
It’s too much sugar, start to hyperact
Schemin’ on a snack, look like someone needs a nap
Real MCs fuck dat
Whiny peace pop rappers and snotty nosed clubrats get the slap
Off they monkey bars in this riddle ruckus
Little mufuckas
When are they gonna turn on the lights daddy? Light up the whole world? Light up the whole world? Light up the whole world? Light up the whole world? Light up the whole world? It’s even worser for the boys
Whoop that ass in front of your friends
Then drag ’em by the earlobe like, "Don’t do it again! Light up the whole…? Right after dark, Amy, it’ll light up the whole lawn! Wild ass childish rappers that need the time out
Wash they mouth out with Bronner’s for showin’ off with sponsors
No doubt, scout’s honor
Cut off allowances and take away they toys
You think that’s harsh?

ASAP Rocky – 5IVE $TAR$

Sippin’ the Wock
[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin’ these [?]
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what? Sippin’ the Wock [Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Paint the picture like pop art
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
Say I’m pretty like Leon
Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
Popcorn in the Klondike
Carhartt where my car parked
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Gave the Uber-man five stars
Left the restaurant, five stars
I was fuckin’ with a five star
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, "That’s my car"
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Two thousand in rocks
[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what? Sippin’ the Wock

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
I modeled for Dior
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
Bitches gon’ fuck
Womens gon’ flock
Throwin’ me box
Givin’ me top
You must’ve forgot
This nigga’s colossal
My bitch is a model
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I forget shit a lot, word

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf

Where the throat deep enough to land a missile? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that
"sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia, behind the millions"
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see ’em
With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turnin’ homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot her
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices
Monster too slow, my [?], macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pocket is sumo
Gettin’ the moolah by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, shit, might have a Hugo
Fuck with me, I go loud and paloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole
Prom with the college and one with the juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!) [Intro]
Mmm
Yeah
[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch, did her
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I look up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some elites and some college niggas
So your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pockets, pistons smokin’ hockey stick
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spinning, spin it
If we winning, win it
I got Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now you pull up looking like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician? Where the ass that jiggle, where to grab a tickle? If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars
Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles
‘Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwing pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Need to help her friends through, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no power familiar
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? Where the wettest clitoris and baddest nipples?

Zedd, Maren Morris & Grey – The Middle (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Maren Morris]
Take a seat
Right over there, sat on the stairs
Stay or leave
The cabinets are bare and I’m unaware
Of just how we got into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions
[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go
[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle

[Verse 2: Maren Morris]
Take a step
Back for a minute, into the kitchen
Floors are wet
And taps are still running, dishes are broken
How did we get into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions
[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go
[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
[Bridge: Maren Morris]
Looking at you I can’t lie
Just pouring out admission
Regardless my objection
And it’s not about my pride
I need you on my skin just
Come over, pull me in just

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh, baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle, no no
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Baby, I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle, middle
In the middle, middle

Jeremih – Don’t Tell ‘Em Remix v.2 Lyrics

Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh… Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)
[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why? [Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go! (Mustard on the beat ho!)
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out
[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?

Gotye – Down There Too Lyrics

Sinking into everything you think to do
I’m sinking too
Swim or sink, you never think
You’ll make it through
And I think it too
I sink with you
Treading long and going on
You’re drowning soon
And I’m drowning too
You’re heading for the gate
Of everything you do
And I’m holy too
I’ll take the dirt with you
Falling down and crawl around
A hole you make
And that’s all it takes
Down and down and down
And watch your past mistakes
At faster rates
Now watch your fates

Rich The Kid – All Of Them Lyrics

Yuh
Yuh
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I like all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I said I like uh, I like all of them
Since I like all of them, Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them, yuh
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
I might fuck her in my coupe
Pullin up minus the roof
I’m fuckin alla them money as tall as the gucci’s
I’m walkin with benjamins
I walk in with tons of the cash
All of these bitches they laugh
They peepin yo swag
You get it from dad
I’m poppin them tags
I’m poppin them tags
They copy the wave I’m the father
These bitches they fuckin regardless
Upload that hoe on the snapchat
Fuck her one time get no call back
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I keep this shit in a book bag
Brought that, I see ya hoe and she ain’t all that
And I’m all that
I want the bimmer and all that
I want the xannies and all that
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of them
I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
Might pull out the phantom
I’m taking yo hoe for ransom
My diamonds they doin the dancin
I’m flexin on bitches can’t stand it
I fucked that bih in the phantom
Ooh yah, ay romantic, ay
Then I got dirty the Fanta
I spend a check on my sandals
Carti back molly the party pack
Flexin around with a lot of racks
They bad so I’m fuckin on all of them
The plug no need for callin him
My bitches to foreign they travelin
Ain’t cuffin these bitches you kissin them
She bringin a friend know there’s 3 of them
They bad I might just fuck all of them
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them [Pre-Chourus: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
We havin to many, nah
We havin to many
Said I like all of them
I like all of them
U Dig!

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf Lyrics

My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia
Behind the millions
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin’ the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah)
Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it’s a duo
One went to college and one went to juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwin’ pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec’, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back lookin’ like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin’ animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? (Rrr!) Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? [Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch did up
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I looked up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullies, gon’ pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin’ hockey sticky
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spendin’, spend it
If we winnin’, win it
I know Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tend it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the Blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin’ artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin’ like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?

YBN Nahmir – Bounce Out With That Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang
[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (grra, pow, pow, pow)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (ayy)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (belong in a dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (bitch)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow pow pow)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone, that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (huh)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (ayy, gang)
[Verse]
Stop it, niggas knowin’ that I dropped shit (I dropped shit)
Get popped quick, ’cause them niggas that you rock with (rock with)
Like Jay said, bitch I gotta keep a chopstick (grra)
Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick (grra, pow pow pow)
These niggas talkin’, watch I pull with that fuckin’ Hemi (skrrt)
Tote automatics so I pass my lil bro the semi (on the gang)
I’ma rock this lil bitch ’til that tank empty (huh)
I’ma still blow that bitch ’til the clip empty (ayy, gang)
Bitch I’m a P (what), bitch I’m a G (huh)
Took that lil’ bitch now that bitch off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)
[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (clique nigga)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (huh)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow, pow, pow)

Chevy Woods – Alright Lyrics

Verse 1
She wants to top me
Get me alone and give me the sloppy
Yea she Dominican she calls me poppy
I just killed it yea i caught a body
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Verse 2
From the back, hit my jack, i’m ???? you know i want a milly
She told me about you so know the sauce you feeling
Like i ain’t happy here chevy can we spend some time
I told her no, no, no, cause baby its a long line
She said i’m trying to be your number one and move up
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type Your boyfriend he don’t ear i’m unpack yea
We be smoking yea just like the m??? You should bring your friend cause its a party
Bitch i’m a thug, i’m the plug, i got drugs yea
In vip with your bitch ain’t no love yea
TLC thats on me, you a scrub yea
He i know hit it, now you want to mean mug yea
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Verse 3
I know the pussy juicy, thats word to Biggie
She sent the picture of it, i told her give me
I mixed the Bombay with the simply
I’m out in Huston lane, rest in peace Whitney
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Alright, alright, alright
You niggas hating, i’m just trying to live life
Verse 4
I’m on my way ???

Fetty Wap – Rockstar (GMix) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar, bitch
[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
[Verse 1]
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man
[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
[Verse 2]
In the cut, round with the yelper
Ay, go to war for the gang, body dropper
He a hoe if he tell, he a copper
Used to geek off the pills, was a popper
Pull up in that thing, show stopper
Disrespect the gang, I’m gone pop ya
Way a nigga flowin’, so proper
Got a bitch, so bad the hoes watch her
[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
[Outro]
2018 lil bitch
King Zoo motherfucker
Squad, bitch

All Of Them

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DOWNLOAD Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti – All Of Them With Rich The Kid and Playboi Carti on one track, you could only expect the song to be filled with high energy, a lot of ad-libs and overall, a lot of flexing. Lyrics to ‘All Of Them’ by Rich the Kid:

Rich The Kid teams up with Playboi Carti for their infectious new single “All Of Them.” Carti and Rich tackle a smooth beat with heavy 808’s booming out the back.

Sting & Shaggy – Don’t Make Me Wait Lyrics

(Verse 1)
It did not take me long to fall in love with your mind
and I wont even mention how you body perfectly design, so fine
And judging from your outlook on life, I knew this would be more than jus’ one night
But now I’m ready for the next level and you’re telling me you need more time
No crime, nothing wrong with waiting a little bit
Yuh know this is more to me than jus’ hittin’ it
But mi only get a love like this once inna life time and if this is our change I ain’t missing it
My hole life I ain’t felt like this, jus’ wanna run I don’t wanna fight this
I ain’t rushing yuh to make up yo mind, jus wanna put some more quality in a we time
Come on girl! (Chorus)
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
(Verse 2)
I don’t want you to think i’m rushing you
I know you like to take your time (time, time)
I’m already sold by the idea, of you and I
Jus’ tell me where I need to sign
cause I’ve been searching for a while girl, and I know what works for me (ohh, ohh)
All I need to know if this is what you want girl, cause i’m already where I need to be
So don’t make me wait
(Chorus 2)
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
I want wait no longer
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
Fi wah
(Verse 3)
You don’t wanna rush and I don’t wanna take my time
I’m putting everything on the line
they say that true love’s hard to find, I am ready to make you mine
(Bridge)
Don’t make me wait
Baby now, baby now, don’t make me wait
you gotta say yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t make me wait,
baby now, baby now, don’t let me wait
Don’t make me wait! Related Posts (Intro)
Don’t make me wait
Don’t make me wait in vain, to love you
cant wait to give you mi last name
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me too long girl
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait,
To love, to love you, to love you
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love you, to love you
A wah mi say!