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I might bang at your bitch\nIf I go at her neck, I'ma hang that lil' bitch\nScope on the TEC and it came with that shit\nI can hit you up from any range with that bitch\nGot papers on Draco, a case in Laredo\nYou fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato\nI twist his halo just like a tornado\nPull out the toast, I'm like, \"Leggo my Eggo\"\nI buss down Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho\nCan't find a straight a ho but I ain't complainin'\nAsk how my day go, I said, \"Okay, ho\"\nI been on my J.O, I'm Ben and she JLo\nShe been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos\nAll of this bread and she can't get a bagel\nAll of that said, I can't really stay though\nI hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone\nWake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep\nMy bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' ki's\nMy dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\nYou livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\nI make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene\nA+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything\n'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring\nSoon as I start trappin', man, my phone it wouldn't even barely ring\nI don't compete, but you can't compete\nPlain Jane, Patek Phillippe\nOut with my lady, we came to eat\nMy stomach, you think that it changed the beat\nWe on a date, make it rain some ones\nDidn't want no chain, but the chains gon' come\nSoon as I say it, it's said and done\nAnd my screensaver my favorite gun\nI'm rockin', I'm swervin'\nI'm poppin', detergent\nGet money, it's urgent\nGod bless her surgeon\nI rub my hands, Birdman\nDouble cup, lean head\nI done been the weed man\nIt's a blessing you ain't dead\nI keep it rollin' like parplegic\nI'm better, believe it, you better believe it\nHo bitin' on my like every mosquito\nI'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people\nI did the math and ain't no way we equal\nDid Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, hm, hm\nDid Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel\nWake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep\nMy bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' ki's\nMy dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\nYou livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\nBlunt\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt, blunt)\nThis life gon' be the death of me\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\nThis life gon' be the death of me","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Oh-oh-oh-oh, baby\n[00:06.55] Don't leave\n[00:09.74] Don't leave, baby\n[00:11.91] This life gon' be the death of me\n[00:14.03] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[00:17.46] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\n[00:20.85] Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\n[00:24.45] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[00:27.60] Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep\n[00:31.26] My - look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys\n[00:34.60] My - feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\n[00:38.29] You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\n[00:41.86] And she don't care where I skeet, hit that - from hair to feet\n[00:45.58] She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my -, she smellin' me\n[00:49.07] And all I hear is jealousy, I call 'em - jelly beans\n[00:52.62] Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a weddin' ring, yeah\n[00:57.32] Yeah, let's get married, cut off his - and the rest get buried\n[01:00.67] Cross on my head like a Presbyterian, tell him he dead and upset his parents\n[01:04.16] Tears get shed only if you carin', right on his head, see the red beam blarin'\n[01:07.85] 212 gauges like 24 karats, hol' up, ain't that a -? I might bang at your -\n[01:11.46] If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' -, scope on the TEC and it came with that -\n[01:14.81] I could hit you up from any range with that -, got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo\n[01:18.56] You - with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato, I twist his head up just like a tornado\n[01:22.28] Pull out the toast, I'm like, \"Leggo my Eggo\", I buss down a Quaalude, - on a - -\n[01:25.36] Can't find a straight a -, but I ain't complainin', that's how my day go, I said, \"Okay, -\"\n[01:29.25] I been on my JO, I'm Ben and she J.Lo, she been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos\n[01:32.83] All of this bread, and she can't get a bagel, all of that said, I can't really stay though\n[01:36.24] I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone\n[01:37.80] Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep\n[01:41.28] My - look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys\n[01:44.64] My - feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\n[01:48.39] You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\n[01:51.73] I make you -, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene\n[01:55.58] A-plus off in parentin', get my kids damn near everythin'\n[01:59.21] 'Fore you get a weddin' ring, better get her - 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kids damn near everything\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 118960\n- text: '''Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring'\n  start_ms: 118960\n  end_ms: 122550\n- text: Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring\n  start_ms: 122550\n  end_ms: 125930\n- text: I don't compete, but you can't compete\n  start_ms: 125930\n  end_ms: 127850\n- text: Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe\n  start_ms: 127850\n  end_ms: 129540\n- text: I'm with my lady, we came to eat\n  start_ms: 129540\n  end_ms: 131110\n- text: My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat\n  start_ms: 131110\n  end_ms: 133060\n- text: We on a date, make it rain some ones\n  start_ms: 133060\n  end_ms: 134770\n- text: They want no change, but the change gon' come\n  start_ms: 134770\n  end_ms: 136710\n- text: Soon as I say it, it's said and done\n  start_ms: 136710\n  end_ms: 138380\n- text: And my screensaver my favorite gun\n  start_ms: 138380\n  end_ms: 140050\n- text: I'm rockin', I'm swervin'\n  start_ms: 140050\n  end_ms: 141620\n- text: I'm poppin', detergent\n  start_ms: 141620\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: Get money, it's urgent\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145010\n- text: God bless her surgeon\n  start_ms: 145010\n  end_ms: 146870\n- text: I rub my hands, Birdman\n  start_ms: 146870\n  end_ms: 148790\n- text: Double cup, lean head\n  start_ms: 148790\n  end_ms: 150490\n- text: I done been the weed man\n  start_ms: 150490\n  end_ms: 152500\n- text: It's a blessin' you ain't dead\n  start_ms: 152500\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: I keep it rollin' like paraplegic\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 155730\n- text: I'm better, believe it, you better believe it\n  start_ms: 155730\n  end_ms: 157580\n- text: Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito\n  start_ms: 157580\n  end_ms: 159250\n- text: I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people\n  start_ms: 159250\n  end_ms: 160950\n- text: I did the math and ain't no way we equal\n  start_ms: 160950\n  end_ms: 162500\n- text: This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm\n  start_ms: 162500\n  end_ms: 166190\n- text: This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel\n  start_ms: 166190\n  end_ms: 167920\n- text: Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep\n  start_ms: 167920\n  end_ms: 171280\n- text: My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys\n  start_ms: 171280\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 178220\n- text: You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\n  start_ms: 178220\n  end_ms: 184010\n- text: Blunt\n  start_ms: 184010\n  end_ms: 185720\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  start_ms: 185720\n  end_ms: 189090\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\n  start_ms: 189090\n  end_ms: 192570\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt, blunt)\n  start_ms: 192570\n  end_ms: 194350\n- text: This life gon' be the death of me\n  start_ms: 194350\n  end_ms: 196140\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  start_ms: 196140\n  end_ms: 199610\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\n  start_ms: 199610\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206500\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\n  start_ms: 206500\n  end_ms: 208780\n- text: This life gon' be the death of me\n  start_ms: 208780\n  end_ms: 209560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 209560\nplain: |-\n  This life gon' be the death of me\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n\n  Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep\n  My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys\n  My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\n  You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\n\n  And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet\n  She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me\n  And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans\n  Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah\n\n  Yeah, let's get married\n  Cut off his head and the rest get buried\n  Cross on my head like a Presbyterian\n  Tell him he dead and upset his parents\n  Tears get shed only if you carin'\n  Right on his head, see the red beam blarin'\n  Two 12-gauges like 24 karats, hol' up\n\n  Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch\n  If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' bitch\n  Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit\n  I could hit you up from any range with that bitch\n  Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo\n  You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato\n  I twist his head up just like a tornado\n  Pull out the toast, I'm like, \"Leggo my Eggo\"\n\n  I buss down a Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho\n  Can't find a straight a ho, but I ain't complainin'\n  That's how my day go, I said, \"Okay, ho\"\n  I been on my Jay, ho, I'm Ben and she J.Lo\n  She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos\n  All of this bread, and she can't get a bagel\n  All of that said, I can't really stay though\n  I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone\n\n  Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep\n  My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys\n  My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\n  You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\n\n  I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene\n  A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything\n  'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring\n  Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring\n\n  I don't compete, but you can't compete\n  Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe\n  I'm with my lady, we came to eat\n  My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat\n  We on a date, make it rain some ones\n  They want no change, but the change gon' come\n  Soon as I say it, it's said and done\n  And my screensaver my favorite gun\n\n  I'm rockin', I'm swervin'\n  I'm poppin', detergent\n  Get money, it's urgent\n  God bless her surgeon\n  I rub my hands, Birdman\n  Double cup, lean head\n  I done been the weed man\n  It's a blessin' you ain't dead\n\n  I keep it rollin' like paraplegic\n  I'm better, believe it, you better believe it\n  Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito\n  I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people\n  I did the math and ain't no way we equal\n  This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm\n  This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel\n\n  Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep\n  My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys\n  My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee\n  You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me\n\n  Blunt\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt, blunt)\n  This life gon' be the death of me\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)\n  This life gon' be the death of me\n"}]