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Cuh', nothin')\nGettin' rich, fuck a nigga bitch\nSellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp\nSpent at least ten on all of my fits\nFuck a old friend, don't be callin' my bitch\nNew body Benz, twenty-five on the tint\nKinda want the water, five thousand on the rent\nIf she ain't talkin' fuckin', ho prolly gettin' spent\nDo it for my brother and I do it for the six\nDurk came home, bitch, the work gettin' strong\nWe still want ten, want seventy for the bronze\nBitch get to playin', put the murder gang down\nEach one of my niggas, yeah, keep Woods\nGotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good\nWe all did the dime, Durk did fifteen\nFuck hoes, murk, sell weed and beens\n\nBitch, I been turnt\nAnd I hit her\nBefore I sell some weed, I sell a brick first\nBefore I sell top I sell hit first\nYeah, bitch, I still want eighty for a gram\nFifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants\nBitch, I been turnt\nAnd I hit her\nYeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)\n\nWhat you sippin'? Red\nWhat you sellin'? Meds\nNigga snitchin', dead, feds, yeah\nMight find a hunnid thousand in bed\nBitch, all of my niggas is safe\nCan't none of my niggas get mail\nEverybody got a phone in jail\nRingin' (Ring), ringin'\nPull my dick out, bitch, now eat it\nGive her twenty-five hunnid for no reason\nBitch, it's young nigga turnt, believe me\nRIP Neff, Rob, and Reece\nFree Nell, Rico and Queesey\nHellcats, Trackhawks and Demons\nI ain't never goin' back, I mean it\n\nBitch, I'm still turnt\nAnd I hit her\nYeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.38] Nah, he pussy bro (Nope)\n[00:05.06] Yeah, she lyin' on me (Bitch)\n[00:06.73] Nigga call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)\n[00:08.44] She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)\n[00:10.19] Like nigga, come find somethin', yeah\n[00:12.05] Keep that iron me, yeah\n[00:13.85] Yeah, nigga play if you want to (Woo)\n[00:15.77] You could pour eight if you want juice\n[00:17.42] I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)\n[00:19.41] I could fuck his bitch and his ho too (Duh)\n[00:21.31] Lil' nigga, height on 'em 'bout four two\n[00:23.24] Can't name a nigga fuckin' with me on Scoot\n[00:24.96] I been chasin' my dreams since '02\n[00:26.82] (What you dream about? Cuh', nothin')\n[00:28.92] Gettin' rich, fuck a nigga bitch\n[00:30.63] Sellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp\n[00:32.31] Spent at least ten on all of my fits\n[00:34.47] Fuck a old friend, don't be callin' my bitch\n[00:36.02] New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint\n[00:38.03] Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent\n[00:39.83] If she ain't talkin' fuckin', ho prolly gettin' spent\n[00:41.88] Do it for my brother and I do it for the six\n[00:43.65] Durk came home, bitch, the work gettin' strong\n[00:45.39] We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze\n[00:47.44] Bitch get to playin', put the murder gang down\n[00:49.29] Each one of my niggas, yeah, keep Woods\n[00:50.97] Gotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good\n[00:52.88] We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen\n[00:54.58] Fuck hoes, murk, sell weed and beens\n[00:56.50] Bitch, I been turnt\n[00:58.33] And I hit her\n[01:00.17] Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first\n[01:01.96] Before I sell top I sell hit first\n[01:03.76] Yeah, bitch, I still want eighty for a gram\n[01:05.71] Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants\n[01:07.64] Bitch, I been turnt\n[01:09.52] And I hit her\n[01:11.37] Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)\n[01:14.11] What you sippin'? Red\n[01:15.55] What you sellin'? Meds\n[01:17.48] Nigga snitchin', dead, feds, yeah\n[01:21.03] Might find a hunnid thousand in bed\n[01:22.89] Bitch, all of my niggas is safe\n[01:24.75] Can't none of my niggas get mail\n[01:26.66] Everybody got a phone in jail\n[01:28.31] Ringin' (Ring), ringin'\n[01:29.88] Pull my dick out, bitch, now eat it\n[01:31.77] Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason\n[01:33.69] Bitch, it's young nigga turnt, believe me\n[01:35.41] RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece\n[01:37.30] Free Nell, Rico and Queesey\n[01:39.22] Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons\n[01:41.19] I ain't never goin' back, I mean it\n[01:42.86] Bitch, I'm still turnt\n[01:44.62] And I hit her\n[01:46.43] Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)\n[01:49.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Been Turnt\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: 42 Dugg Songs\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nah, he pussy bro (Nope)\n  start_ms: 2380\n  end_ms: 5060\n- text: Yeah, she lyin' on me (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 5060\n  end_ms: 6730\n- text: Nigga call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)\n  start_ms: 6730\n  end_ms: 8440\n- text: She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)\n  start_ms: 8440\n  end_ms: 10190\n- text: Like nigga, come find somethin', yeah\n  start_ms: 10190\n  end_ms: 12050\n- text: Keep that iron me, yeah\n  start_ms: 12050\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Yeah, nigga play if you want to (Woo)\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: You could pour eight if you want juice\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 17420\n- text: I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)\n  start_ms: 17420\n  end_ms: 19410\n- text: I could fuck his bitch and his ho too (Duh)\n  start_ms: 19410\n  end_ms: 21310\n- text: Lil' nigga, height on 'em 'bout four two\n  start_ms: 21310\n  end_ms: 23240\n- text: Can't name a nigga fuckin' with me on Scoot\n  start_ms: 23240\n  end_ms: 24960\n- text: I been chasin' my dreams since '02\n  start_ms: 24960\n  end_ms: 26820\n- text: (What you dream about? 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Red\n  start_ms: 74110\n  end_ms: 75550\n- text: What you sellin'? 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Red\nWhat you sellin'? Meds\nNigga snitchin', dead, feds, yeah\nMight find a hunnid thousand in bed\nBitch, all of my niggas is safe\nCan't none of my niggas get mail\nEverybody got a phone in jail\nRingin' (Ring), ringin'\nPull my dick out, bitch, now eat it\nGive her twenty-five hunnid for no reason\nBitch, it's young nigga turnt, believe me\nRIP Neff, Rob, and Reece\nFree Nell, Rico and Queesey\nHellcats, Trackhawks and Demons\nI ain't never goin' back, I mean it\n\nBitch, I'm still turnt\nAnd I hit her\nYeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.38] Nah, he pussy bro (Nope)\n[00:05.06] Yeah, she lyin' on me (Bitch)\n[00:06.73] Nigga call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)\n[00:08.44] She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)\n[00:10.19] Like nigga, come find somethin', yeah\n[00:12.05] Keep that iron me, yeah\n[00:13.85] Yeah, nigga play if you want to (Woo)\n[00:15.77] You could pour eight if you want juice\n[00:17.42] I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)\n[00:19.41] I could fuck his bitch and his ho too (Duh)\n[00:21.31] Lil' nigga, height on 'em 'bout four two\n[00:23.24] Can't name a nigga fuckin' with me on Scoot\n[00:24.96] I been chasin' my dreams since '02\n[00:26.82] (What you dream about? 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Red\n[01:15.55] What you sellin'? Meds\n[01:17.48] Nigga snitchin', dead, feds, yeah\n[01:21.03] Might find a hunnid thousand in bed\n[01:22.89] Bitch, all of my niggas is safe\n[01:24.75] Can't none of my niggas get mail\n[01:26.66] Everybody got a phone in jail\n[01:28.31] Ringin' (Ring), ringin'\n[01:29.88] Pull my dick out, bitch, now eat it\n[01:31.77] Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason\n[01:33.69] Bitch, it's young nigga turnt, believe me\n[01:35.41] RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece\n[01:37.30] Free Nell, Rico and Queesey\n[01:39.22] Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons\n[01:41.19] I ain't never goin' back, I mean it\n[01:42.86] Bitch, I'm still turnt\n[01:44.62] And I hit her\n[01:46.43] Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)\n[01:49.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Been Turnt\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: Young & Turnt 2\n  duration_ms: 119000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nah, he pussy bro (Nope)\n  start_ms: 2380\n  end_ms: 5060\n- text: Yeah, she lyin' on me (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 5060\n  end_ms: 6730\n- text: Nigga call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)\n  start_ms: 6730\n  end_ms: 8440\n- text: She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)\n  start_ms: 8440\n  end_ms: 10190\n- text: Like nigga, come find somethin', yeah\n  start_ms: 10190\n  end_ms: 12050\n- text: Keep that iron me, yeah\n  start_ms: 12050\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Yeah, nigga play if you want to (Woo)\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: You could pour eight if you want juice\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 17420\n- text: I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)\n  start_ms: 17420\n  end_ms: 19410\n- text: I could fuck his bitch and his ho too (Duh)\n  start_ms: 19410\n  end_ms: 21310\n- text: Lil' nigga, height on 'em 'bout four two\n  start_ms: 21310\n  end_ms: 23240\n- text: Can't name a nigga fuckin' with me on Scoot\n  start_ms: 23240\n  end_ms: 24960\n- text: I been chasin' my dreams since '02\n  start_ms: 24960\n  end_ms: 26820\n- text: (What you dream about? 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Cuh', nothin')\n  Gettin' rich, fuck a nigga bitch\n  Sellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp\n  Spent at least ten on all of my fits\n  Fuck a old friend, don't be callin' my bitch\n  New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint\n  Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent\n  If she ain't talkin' fuckin', ho prolly gettin' spent\n  Do it for my brother and I do it for the six\n  Durk came home, bitch, the work gettin' strong\n  We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze\n  Bitch get to playin', put the murder gang down\n  Each one of my niggas, yeah, keep Woods\n  Gotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good\n  We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen\n  Fuck hoes, murk, sell weed and beens\n\n  Bitch, I been turnt\n  And I hit her\n  Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first\n  Before I sell top I sell hit first\n  Yeah, bitch, I still want eighty for a gram\n  Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants\n  Bitch, I been turnt\n  And I hit her\n  Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)\n\n  What you sippin'? Red\n  What you sellin'? 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Red\nWhat you sellin'? 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Red\nWhat you sellin'? Meds\nNigga snitchin', dead, feds, yeah\nMight find a hunnid thousand in bed\nBitch, all of my niggas is safe\nCan't none of my niggas get mail\nEverybody got a phone in jail\nRingin' (Ring), ringin'\nPull my dick out now, bitch, now eat it\nGive her twenty-five hunnid for no reason\nBitch, it's young nigga turnt, believe me\nRIP Neff, Rob, and Reece\nFree Nell, Rico and Queesey\nHellcats, Trackhawks and Demons\nI ain't never goin' back, I mean it\n\nBitch, I'm still turnt\nAnd I hit her\nYeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Been Turnt\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: Young & Turnt 2, Vol. 2 (deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 119000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nah, he pussy bro (Nope)\n  Yeah, she lyin' on me (Bitch)\n  Nigga call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)\n  She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)\n  Like nigga, come find somethin', yeah\n  Keep that iron me, yeah\n\n  Yeah, nigga play if you want to (Woo)\n  You could pour eight if you want juice\n  I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)\n  I could fuck his bitch and his ho too (Duh)\n  LIl' nigga, height on 'em 'bout four two\n  Can't name a nigga fuckin' with me on Scoot\n  I been chasin' my dreams since '02\n  (What you dream about? Cuh', nothin')\n  Gettin' rich, fuck a nigga bitch\n  Sellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp\n  Spent at least ten on all of my fits\n  Fuck a hoe friend, don't be callin' my bitch\n  New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint\n  Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent\n  If she ain't talkin' fuckin', ho prolly gettin' spent\n  Do it for my brother and I do it for the six\n  Durk came home, bitch, the work gettin' strong\n  We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze\n  Bitch get to playin', put the murder gang down\n  Each one of my niggas, yeah, keep Woods\n  Gotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good\n  We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen\n  Fuck hoes, murk, sell weed and beens\n\n  Bitch, I been turnt\n  And I hit her\n  Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first\n  Before I sell top I sell hit first\n  Yeah, bitch, I still want eighty for a gram\n  Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants\n  Bitch, I been turnt\n  And I hit her\n  Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)\n\n  What you sippin'? Red\n  What you sellin'? Meds\n  Nigga snitchin', dead, feds, yeah\n  Might find a hunnid thousand in bed\n  Bitch, all of my niggas is safe\n  Can't none of my niggas get mail\n  Everybody got a phone in jail\n  Ringin' (Ring), ringin'\n  Pull my dick out now, bitch, now eat it\n  Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason\n  Bitch, it's young nigga turnt, believe me\n  RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece\n  Free Nell, Rico and Queesey\n  Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons\n  I ain't never goin' back, I mean it\n\n  Bitch, I'm still turnt\n  And I hit her\n  Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)\n"}]