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Stop that act\nIf you got some problems with me, come and meet my auto-mac (damn)\n\nWhen I'm standin' on stage, I got HB and country (uh-huh)\nStrapped with the mad meals like 1nonly (1nonly)\nHeads would be lumpy, hard heads make a tail soft (whoo, whoo, whoo)\nPoppin' all the pills make your pockets fall off\n\nDo like I did, go to God, get deliverance (mm)\nBirds flock together, bein' 'round you is ignorance (mm)\nNo repentance when them bullets leavin' out they gun (pow)\nTryna rob somethin', ran up on the wrong one\n\nPow, p-p-pow, pow, last sound that he heard (wow)\nBullet shells right beside his body on the curb\nSad song but it ain't too late to change it up (na, na)\nStreets like a chicken scam call, hang it up\n\nBitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\nF-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\nChoppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\nGot-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\nBitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\nF-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\nChoppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\nGot lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\nM-m-m-my nigga put one in a box and he got boxed up too (damn)\nBut there's a difference, I can still call and talk to my dude, free you (damn)\nI know I been trippin' lately (wait), I gotta go talk to Ma' Dukes (yeah)\nI been way too busy, ridin' round with this .22 (boom, boom, boom)\n\n2017 if it was 'bout the lean, I was prolly servin' you (yeah)\nStretch it with that Karo, show him what that lil' dirty do (what that dirty do)\nIf it ain't a joint, then it ain't me (it ain't me)\nBitch, I been him since the age of 17 (yeah, that's right)\n\nBitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\nF-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\nChoppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\nGot-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\nBitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\nF-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\nChoppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\nGot lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.97] Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n[00:13.16] F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n[00:16.02] Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n[00:18.79] Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n[00:21.84] Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n[00:24.72] F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n[00:27.67] Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n[00:30.23] Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n[00:33.23] L-l-like, who that is? Who that was? Think that it's that time of month\n[00:36.95] To count my hunnids, 50s, spend it, limit, million-dollar trust\n[00:39.54] Think I'm back, why you trippin'? Stop that act\n[00:42.10] If you got some problems with me, come and meet my auto-mac (damn)\n[00:45.29] When I'm standin' on stage, I got HB and country (uh-huh)\n[00:48.79] Strapped with the mad meals like 1nonly (1nonly)\n[00:51.76] Heads would be lumpy, hard heads make a tail soft (whoo, whoo, whoo)\n[00:55.17] Poppin' all the pills make your pockets fall off\n[00:57.63] Do like I did, go to God, get deliverance (mm)\n[01:00.55] Birds flock together, bein' 'round you is ignorance (mm)\n[01:03.45] No repentance when them bullets leavin' out they gun (pow)\n[01:06.33] Tryna rob somethin', ran up on the wrong one\n[01:08.87] Pow, p-p-pow, pow, last sound that he heard (wow)\n[01:11.98] Bullet shells right beside his body on the curb\n[01:14.61] Sad song but it ain't too late to change it up (na, na)\n[01:17.74] Streets like a chicken scam call, hang it up\n[01:20.41] Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n[01:23.07] F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n[01:25.46] Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n[01:28.28] Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n[01:31.28] Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n[01:33.93] F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n[01:36.61] Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n[01:39.74] Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n[01:42.81] M-m-m-my nigga put one in a box and he got boxed up too (damn)\n[01:46.03] But there's a difference, I can still call and talk to my dude, free you (damn)\n[01:49.34] I know I been trippin' lately (wait), I gotta go talk to Ma' Dukes (yeah)\n[01:52.35] I been way too busy, ridin' round with this .22 (boom, boom, boom)\n[01:55.34] 2017 if it was 'bout the lean, I was prolly servin' you (yeah)\n[01:58.81] Stretch it with that Karo, show him what that lil' dirty do (what that dirty do)\n[02:02.07] If it ain't a joint, then it ain't me (it ain't me)\n[02:04.09] Bitch, I been him since the age of 17 (yeah, that's right)\n[02:06.86] Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n[02:08.69] F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n[02:11.68] Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n[02:14.36] Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n[02:17.28] Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n[02:20.25] F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n[02:22.82] Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n[02:26.13] Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n[02:28.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PUSH UP\n  artist: 1nonly\n  album: PUSH UP\n  duration_ms: 151000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 10970\n  end_ms: 13160\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 13160\n  end_ms: 16020\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 16020\n  end_ms: 18790\n- text: Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 18790\n  end_ms: 21840\n- text: Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 21840\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 27670\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 27670\n  end_ms: 30230\n- text: Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 30230\n  end_ms: 33230\n- text: L-l-like, who that is? 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Who that was? Think that it's that time of month\nTo count my hunnids, 50s, spend it, limit, million-dollar trust\nThink I'm back, why you trippin'? 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Who that was? Think that it's that time of month\n[00:36.95] To count my hunnids, 50s, spend it, limit, million-dollar trust\n[00:39.54] Think I'm back, why you trippin'? 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Project Pat & 870glizzy\n  album: ONLY IF I DIE, WOULD I NOT BE\n  duration_ms: 151000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 10970\n  end_ms: 13160\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 13160\n  end_ms: 16020\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 16020\n  end_ms: 18790\n- text: Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 18790\n  end_ms: 21840\n- text: Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 21840\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 27670\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 27670\n  end_ms: 30230\n- text: Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 30230\n  end_ms: 33230\n- text: L-l-like, who that is? Who that was? Think that it's that time of month\n  start_ms: 33230\n  end_ms: 36950\n- text: To count my hunnids, 50s, spend it, limit, million-dollar trust\n  start_ms: 36950\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Think I'm back, why you trippin'? Stop that act\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 42100\n- text: If you got some problems with me, come and meet my auto-mac (damn)\n  start_ms: 42100\n  end_ms: 45290\n- text: When I'm standin' on stage, I got HB and country (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 45290\n  end_ms: 48790\n- text: Strapped with the mad meals like 1nonly (1nonly)\n  start_ms: 48790\n  end_ms: 51760\n- text: Heads would be lumpy, hard heads make a tail soft (whoo, whoo, whoo)\n  start_ms: 51760\n  end_ms: 55170\n- text: Poppin' all the pills make your pockets fall off\n  start_ms: 55170\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Do like I did, go to God, get deliverance (mm)\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60550\n- text: Birds flock together, bein' 'round you is ignorance (mm)\n  start_ms: 60550\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: No repentance when them bullets leavin' out they gun (pow)\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: Tryna rob somethin', ran up on the wrong one\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 68870\n- text: Pow, p-p-pow, pow, last sound that he heard (wow)\n  start_ms: 68870\n  end_ms: 71980\n- text: Bullet shells right beside his body on the curb\n  start_ms: 71980\n  end_ms: 74610\n- text: Sad song but it ain't too late to change it up (na, na)\n  start_ms: 74610\n  end_ms: 77740\n- text: Streets like a chicken scam call, hang it up\n  start_ms: 77740\n  end_ms: 80410\n- text: Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 80410\n  end_ms: 83070\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 83070\n  end_ms: 85460\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 85460\n  end_ms: 88280\n- text: Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 88280\n  end_ms: 91280\n- text: Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 91280\n  end_ms: 93930\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 93930\n  end_ms: 96610\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 96610\n  end_ms: 99740\n- text: Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 99740\n  end_ms: 102810\n- text: M-m-m-my nigga put one in a box and he got boxed up too (damn)\n  start_ms: 102810\n  end_ms: 106030\n- text: But there's a difference, I can still call and talk to my dude, free you (damn)\n  start_ms: 106030\n  end_ms: 109340\n- text: I know I been trippin' lately (wait), I gotta go talk to Ma' Dukes (yeah)\n  start_ms: 109340\n  end_ms: 112350\n- text: I been way too busy, ridin' round with this .22 (boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 112350\n  end_ms: 115340\n- text: 2017 if it was 'bout the lean, I was prolly servin' you (yeah)\n  start_ms: 115340\n  end_ms: 118810\n- text: Stretch it with that Karo, show him what that lil' dirty do (what that dirty do)\n  start_ms: 118810\n  end_ms: 122070\n- text: If it ain't a joint, then it ain't me (it ain't me)\n  start_ms: 122070\n  end_ms: 124090\n- text: Bitch, I been him since the age of 17 (yeah, that's right)\n  start_ms: 124090\n  end_ms: 126860\n- text: Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 126860\n  end_ms: 128690\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 128690\n  end_ms: 131680\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 131680\n  end_ms: 134360\n- text: Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 134360\n  end_ms: 137280\n- text: Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  start_ms: 137280\n  end_ms: 140250\n- text: F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  start_ms: 140250\n  end_ms: 142820\n- text: Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  start_ms: 142820\n  end_ms: 146130\n- text: Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n  start_ms: 146130\n  end_ms: 148890\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148890\nplain: |-\n  Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\n  Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\n  L-l-like, who that is? Who that was? Think that it's that time of month\n  To count my hunnids, 50s, spend it, limit, million-dollar trust\n  Think I'm back, why you trippin'? Stop that act\n  If you got some problems with me, come and meet my auto-mac (damn)\n\n  When I'm standin' on stage, I got HB and country (uh-huh)\n  Strapped with the mad meals like 1nonly (1nonly)\n  Heads would be lumpy, hard heads make a tail soft (whoo, whoo, whoo)\n  Poppin' all the pills make your pockets fall off\n\n  Do like I did, go to God, get deliverance (mm)\n  Birds flock together, bein' 'round you is ignorance (mm)\n  No repentance when them bullets leavin' out they gun (pow)\n  Tryna rob somethin', ran up on the wrong one\n\n  Pow, p-p-pow, pow, last sound that he heard (wow)\n  Bullet shells right beside his body on the curb\n  Sad song but it ain't too late to change it up (na, na)\n  Streets like a chicken scam call, hang it up\n\n  Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\n  Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\n  M-m-m-my nigga put one in a box and he got boxed up too (damn)\n  But there's a difference, I can still call and talk to my dude, free you (damn)\n  I know I been trippin' lately (wait), I gotta go talk to Ma' Dukes (yeah)\n  I been way too busy, ridin' round with this .22 (boom, boom, boom)\n\n  2017 if it was 'bout the lean, I was prolly servin' you (yeah)\n  Stretch it with that Karo, show him what that lil' dirty do (what that dirty do)\n  If it ain't a joint, then it ain't me (it ain't me)\n  Bitch, I been him since the age of 17 (yeah, that's right)\n\n  Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n\n  Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?\n  F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'\n  Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'\n  Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless\n"}]