[{"id":27641410,"name":"Fake Friends","trackName":"Fake Friends","artistName":"42 Dugg","albumName":"Part 3","duration":146.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just got off the phone kickin' it with a day one\nSet a fifty thousand play for 'em\nI ain't make nothin' and I don't want to\nThey been askin' for the weed, they don't want juice\nTell 'em, \"Come through, nigga, we got Runtz too,\" yeah\n\nI heard the wham in\nLookin' for the white, we got grams in\n\nAnd it just take ten\nI ain't tryna kick it with no fake friends\n\nI ain't even tryna make friends\nYoungin killed it for free, what you think he'd do for eight bands?\nSwitch on me, I ain't stoppin', it's a chase then\nSpeed up, re-up\nAin't even five yet, I done poured three cups\nLil' nigga, pipe down\nYou ain't write when I was gone, don't write now\n\nWe ain't see you on the road, bring that price down\nStill'll get 'em sold for the eight\nThirty hoes with me doin' shows in the H\nHit my phone with the drank, not a pint, just a case\nFree my nigga Dunk, doin' life with the gang\nGot a chain for you and I got some change for you\nV'd up, know I'm still the same nigga\nBrother ever caught him in the club, know we's rained on him\n\nCan't fuck with me\nCuban on buck fifty, AP two hun'\nI'm puttin' a quarter on a nigga if I lose somethin'\nHarm when them shooters come, 2-8 F\n\nTrap on the way, then Mary Ray next\nFree BH, HGH, Oxycontin\nWe in three states, Roxy Sebastian's\nWe got IDs, wholesale twenty pagers, thirty-five G's\nYou ain't got it out the mud, you ain't like me\nIf you ain't still bustin' juggs, you ain't like me\n\nFifty strong in the hood, nigga, ten chops\nLet a nigga play with us, we'll bend nine\n\nTrap phone jumpin', backbone mustard\nYeah, I'm still dissin', you don't like it, nigga?\nYou ain't write me, nigga, you got indicted still thuggin'\nAin't nothin' for a bitch, everything for my brother\nHad some problems with my uncle, fell back for my mama\nI'll give it to you easy, but you ain't takin' nothin' from me\nPut the hood on my back, we against all odds\nPoured a big four, might as well drop five\nNever gon' block that, nigga, hold it down, I'm tryin'\nI ain't got no beef with cuz, nigga, simmer it down\n\nNiggas wanna fuck with us, so we done figured it out\nI hope all these get bigger than me\nCan't be fuckin' with bigger than me\nI ain't poppin' on the track, nigga, I'ma kill 'em in the streets\n\nIf we ever grow apart, just know it's all love\nAin't no windows in the garage, nigga, this all us\n\nBarbers, two blades, the V1\nHairline if you need one, lames and shit\nStill run up them grams and shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.32] Just got off the phone kickin' it with a day one\n[00:12.32] Set a fifty thousand play for 'em\n[00:14.24] I ain't make nothin' and I don't want to\n[00:16.56] They been askin' for the weed, they don't want juice\n[00:18.67] Tell 'em, \"Come through, nigga, we got Runtz too,\" yeah\n[00:22.49] I heard the wham in\n[00:24.08] Lookin' for the white, we got grams in\n[00:28.22] And it just take ten\n[00:29.52] I ain't tryna kick it with no fake friends\n[00:32.18] I ain't even tryna make friends\n[00:33.69] Youngin killed it for free, what you think he'd do for eight bands?\n[00:36.30] Switch on me, I ain't stoppin', it's a chase then\n[00:38.40] Speed up, re-up\n[00:40.46] Ain't even five yet, I done poured three cups\n[00:42.63] Lil' nigga, pipe down\n[00:44.16] You ain't write when I was gone, don't write now\n[00:46.52] We ain't see you on the road, bring that price down\n[00:48.65] Still'll get 'em sold for the eight\n[00:50.45] Thirty hoes with me doin' shows in the H\n[00:52.58] Hit my phone with the drank, not a pint, just a case\n[00:55.27] Free my nigga Dunk, doin' life with the gang\n[00:57.36] Got a chain for you and I got some change for you\n[01:00.07] V'd up, know I'm still the same nigga\n[01:01.86] Brother ever caught him in the club, know we's rained on him\n[01:06.32] Can't fuck with me\n[01:07.22] Cuban on buck fifty, AP two hun'\n[01:09.85] I'm puttin' a quarter on a nigga if I lose somethin'\n[01:12.04] Harm when them shooters come, 2-8 F\n[01:14.48] Trap on the way, then Mary Ray next\n[01:16.55] Free BH, HGH, Oxycontin\n[01:20.19] We in three states, Roxy Sebastian's\n[01:22.52] We got IDs, wholesale twenty pagers, thirty-five G's\n[01:26.18] You ain't got it out the mud, you ain't like me\n[01:28.33] If you ain't still bustin' juggs, you ain't like me\n[01:30.98] Fifty strong in the hood, nigga, ten chops\n[01:33.35] Let a nigga play with us, we'll bend nine\n[01:35.93] Trap phone jumpin', backbone mustard\n[01:38.47] Yeah, I'm still dissin', you don't like it, nigga?\n[01:40.47] You ain't write me, nigga, you got indicted still thuggin'\n[01:43.05] Ain't nothin' for a bitch, everything for my brother\n[01:45.36] Had some problems with my uncle, fell back for my mama\n[01:47.86] I'll give it to you easy, but you ain't takin' nothin' from me\n[01:50.15] Put the hood on my back, we against all odds\n[01:52.86] Poured a big four, might as well drop five\n[01:54.92] Never gon' block that, nigga, hold it down, I'm tryin'\n[01:57.49] I ain't got no beef with cuz, nigga, simmer it down\n[02:00.03] Niggas wanna fuck with us, so we done figured it out\n[02:02.15] I hope all these get bigger than me\n[02:03.94] Can't be fuckin' with bigger than me\n[02:05.78] I ain't poppin' on the track, nigga, I'ma kill 'em in the streets\n[02:08.23] If we ever grow apart, just know it's all love\n[02:10.52] Ain't no windows in the garage, nigga, this all us\n[02:14.44] Barbers, two blades, the V1\n[02:17.70] Hairline if you need one, lames and shit\n[02:20.78] Still run up them grams and shit\n[02:26.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fake Friends\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: Part 3\n  duration_ms: 146000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just got off the phone kickin' it with a day one\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 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Cuban on buck fifty, AP two hun'\n  I'm puttin' a quarter on a nigga if I lose somethin'\n  Harm when them shooters come, 2-8 F\n\n  Trap on the way, then Mary Ray next\n  Free BH, HGH, Oxycontin\n  We in three states, Roxy Sebastian's\n  We got IDs, wholesale twenty pagers, thirty-five G's\n  You ain't got it out the mud, you ain't like me\n  If you ain't still bustin' juggs, you ain't like me\n\n  Fifty strong in the hood, nigga, ten chops\n  Let a nigga play with us, we'll bend nine\n\n  Trap phone jumpin', backbone mustard\n  Yeah, I'm still dissin', you don't like it, nigga?\n  You ain't write me, nigga, you got indicted still thuggin'\n  Ain't nothin' for a bitch, everything for my brother\n  Had some problems with my uncle, fell back for my mama\n  I'll give it to you easy, but you ain't takin' nothin' from me\n  Put the hood on my back, we against all odds\n  Poured a big four, might as well drop five\n  Never gon' block that, nigga, hold it down, I'm tryin'\n  I ain't got no beef with cuz, nigga, simmer it down\n\n  Niggas wanna fuck with us, so we done figured it out\n  I hope all these get bigger than me\n  Can't be fuckin' with bigger than me\n  I ain't poppin' on the track, nigga, I'ma kill 'em in the streets\n\n  If we ever grow apart, just know it's all love\n  Ain't no windows in the garage, nigga, this all us\n\n  Barbers, two blades, the V1\n  Hairline if you need one, lames and shit\n  Still run up them grams and shit\n"}]