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(Dead, dead)\nGave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\nBitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\nBaccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\nBitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\nFuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\nI fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\nWent on my live and I upped a mil'\nHeard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\nButterfly nervous, put on Chanel\nHold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\nShe want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\nI took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n\nFuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\nI'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\nNone of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\nYoung nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\nLookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\nI can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\nI can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n\nBut I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\nBut I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\nStill goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\nI'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\nDrop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\nAin't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\nTyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\nAin't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\nCustom interior, came with the him\nCook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\nCook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\nCook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\nCook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\nCook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\nCook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (gym)\n\nTwenty the new thirty, but you still thirty\nEvery time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?\nPut you on the team, gave you a new jersey\nMet you in New York, drove you to New Jersey\nYou don't need to work, girl, you're too pretty\nYou the reason why your friends bought new titties\nYou know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me\nFound out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me\nWhen they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me\nHow you ain't got no business, but you too busy?\nFor your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty\nAll I ever wanted was you to be true with me\nHouse up in the hills, like Drew with me\nSame house back in school that you drew with me\nWe both make mistakes, but is you with me?\nYou know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\nYou know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\nYou know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\nYou know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.54] Yeah\n[00:18.29] Fuckin' on an IG model\n[00:19.45] When I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (she dead)\n[00:23.04] She dead now, shit over\n[00:26.13] Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)\n[00:28.38] Yeah\n[00:28.96] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[00:30.65] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[00:32.77] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[00:34.13] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[00:36.21] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[00:38.02] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[00:39.74] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[00:40.97] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[00:43.02] Ooh, yeah (ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)\n[00:46.62] (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)\n[00:48.94] My new bitch a whole mood, yeah\n[00:51.01] (Mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah)\n[00:55.87] Top floor nights, I'm a movie (movie, movie, movie)\n[01:00.82] (Movie, movie)\n[01:02.93] Fucked all her friends, she got two left\n[01:05.23] (Two left, two left, two left, two left, two left)\n[01:09.48] Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef'\n[01:12.36] (New Hef', new Hef', new Hef', new Hef')\n[01:15.99] (New Hef', new)\n[01:17.45] I'm a dog, I DM my ex ('M my ex, 'M my ex, 'M my ex)\n[01:22.19] ('M my ex, 'M my ex)\n[01:24.28] She rockin' clothes from five days ago\n[01:26.98] (Days ago, days ago, days ago, days ago)\n[01:31.69] It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat\n[01:34.01] (Different coat, different coat, different coat)\n[01:36.64] (Different coat, brr, brr, brr, brr)\n[01:40.27] Brodie OD'd off the Xan'\n[01:41.77] I hope my bitch understand (dead, dead, dead)\n[01:42.86] I put the switch on a ten (dead)\n[01:44.22] This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (dead, dead)\n[01:46.24] Bitch, get your feet out the bed (dead, dead)\n[01:47.72] I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'\n[01:49.48] I know a killer who forcin' my hand\n[01:52.01] Paid him in cash\n[01:52.95] Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin'\n[01:54.79] Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (dead, dead)\n[01:56.53] Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (gym)\n[03:02.65] Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty\n[03:06.11] Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?\n[03:09.79] Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey\n[03:13.36] Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey\n[03:16.82] You don't need to work, girl, you're too pretty\n[03:20.33] You the reason why your friends bought new titties\n[03:24.05] You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me\n[03:27.59] Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me\n[03:31.04] When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me\n[03:35.28] How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?\n[03:38.15] For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty\n[03:41.94] All I ever wanted was you to be true with me\n[03:45.49] House up in the hills, like Drew with me\n[03:48.99] Same house back in school that you drew with me\n[03:52.85] We both make mistakes, but is you with me?\n[03:56.04] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:03.22] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:10.43] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:17.67] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:20.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: DEAD\n  artist: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign\n  album: VULTURES 2\n  duration_ms: 29000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 15540\n  end_ms: 18290\n- text: Fuckin' on an IG model\n  start_ms: 18290\n  end_ms: 19450\n- text: When I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (she dead)\n  start_ms: 19450\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: She dead now, shit over\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 26130\n- text: Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)\n  start_ms: 26130\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 28960\n- text: Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n  start_ms: 28960\n  end_ms: 30650\n- text: I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n  start_ms: 30650\n  end_ms: 32770\n- text: None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n  start_ms: 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new 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out the gym (gym)\n[03:02.65] Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty\n[03:06.11] Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?\n[03:09.79] Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey\n[03:13.36] Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey\n[03:16.82] You don't need to work, girl, you're too pretty\n[03:20.33] You the reason why your friends bought new titties\n[03:24.05] You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me\n[03:27.59] Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me\n[03:31.04] When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me\n[03:35.28] How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?\n[03:38.15] For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty\n[03:41.94] All I ever wanted was you to be true with me\n[03:45.49] House up in the hills, like Drew with me\n[03:48.99] Same house back in school that you drew with me\n[03:52.85] We both make mistakes, but is you with me?\n[03:56.04] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:03.22] You know I'm crazy, 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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32770\n  end_ms: 34130\n- text: '''Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)'\n  start_ms: 34130\n  end_ms: 36210\n- text: Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n  start_ms: 36210\n  end_ms: 38020\n- text: Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n  start_ms: 38020\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 40970\n- text: I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n  start_ms: 40970\n  end_ms: 43020\n- text: Ooh, yeah (ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)\n  start_ms: 43020\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 48940\n- text: My new bitch a whole mood, yeah\n  start_ms: 48940\n  end_ms: 51010\n- text: (Mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah)\n  start_ms: 51010\n  end_ms: 55870\n- text: Top floor nights, I'm a movie (movie, movie, movie)\n  start_ms: 55870\n  end_ms: 60820\n- text: (Movie, movie)\n  start_ms: 60820\n  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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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but you crazy glued to me\n[04:10.43] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:17.67] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:20.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: DEAD\n  artist: Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign\n  album: VULTURES 2 [RM]\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 15540\n  end_ms: 18290\n- text: Fuckin' on an IG model\n  start_ms: 18290\n  end_ms: 19450\n- text: When I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (she dead)\n  start_ms: 19450\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: She dead now, shit over\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 26130\n- text: Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)\n  start_ms: 26130\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 28960\n- text: Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n  start_ms: 28960\n  end_ms: 30650\n- text: I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n  start_ms: 30650\n  end_ms: 32770\n- text: None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n  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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81]I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25]I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32]But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17]But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11]Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94]I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12]Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93]Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62]Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44]Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28]Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91]Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09]Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58]Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35]Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35]Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19]Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (gym)\n[03:02.65]Twenty the new 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump 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(Dead, dead)\n[01:58.39] Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)\n[02:00.05] Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead)\n[02:01.86] Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead)\n[02:03.62] Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead)\n[02:05.49] Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)\n[02:07.27] I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)\n[02:09.10] Went on my live and I upped a mil'\n[02:10.81] Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?\n[02:12.81] Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel\n[02:14.32] Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri\n[02:16.20] She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel\n[02:17.97] I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror\n[02:20.13] Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through\n[02:21.93] I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:23.66] None of my opps ain't poppin' outside\n[02:25.21] 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:27.22] Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top\n[02:29.04] Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)\n[02:30.81] I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)\n[02:32.25] I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead)\n[02:34.32] But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla\n[02:36.17] But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)\n[02:38.11] Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim\n[02:39.94] I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)\n[02:41.12] Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em\n[02:42.93] Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams\n[02:44.62] Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'\n[02:46.44] Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims\n[02:48.28] Custom interior, came with the him\n[02:49.91] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:52.09] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:53.58] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:55.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:57.35] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym\n[02:59.19] Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (gym)\n[03:02.65] Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty\n[03:06.11] Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?\n[03:09.79] Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey\n[03:13.36] Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey\n[03:16.82] You don't need to work, girl, you're too pretty\n[03:20.33] You the reason why your friends bought new titties\n[03:24.05] You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me\n[03:27.59] Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me\n[03:31.04] When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me\n[03:35.28] How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?\n[03:38.15] For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty\n[03:41.94] All I ever wanted was you to be true with me\n[03:45.49] House up in the hills, like Drew with me\n[03:48.99] Same house back in school that you drew with me\n[03:52.85] We both make mistakes, but is you with me?\n[03:56.04] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:03.22] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:10.43] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:17.67] You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me\n[04:20.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: DEAD (feat. 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