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I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\nStress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\nQuarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\nI don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\nI'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\nI saved her under \"Swallower\"\nSupreme Trues, Prada purse\nI don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\nRappers second, killer first\nMy opps probably invented shirts\nWhat's the next? Still in the dirt\nLil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\nBig Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\nWe been killin' for money\n\nYeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\nLet's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\nBack up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\nNiggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\nWas fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\nI was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n\nAnd I told this bitch just fuck her\nCan't get me, gotta do my brother\nCount to three, at three I'm dumpin'\nBumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\nBeen yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\nE (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\nFuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n\nI'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\nBefore I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\nI know what you ain't did\nAnd I know that you ain't built for smoke\nSo, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\nWe still young, thuggin'\nYellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\nIndicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.29] (Look out, Veno)\n[00:02.57] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm\n[00:06.25] Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n[00:09.24] Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out\n[00:12.41] Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down\n[00:15.65] Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now\n[00:18.70] Block bitch, fuckin' B, her excuse: she sellin' them beans\n[00:21.78] Who want 'em for 17? A thousand under 11 Gs\n[00:24.96] If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n[00:27.98] Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n[00:31.14] Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n[00:34.28] Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n[00:37.43] I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n[00:40.55] I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n[00:43.46] I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n[00:44.81] Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n[00:46.55] I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n[00:49.85] Rappers second, killer first\n[00:51.33] My opps probably invented shirts\n[00:52.98] What's the next? Still in the dirt\n[00:54.24] Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n[00:57.49] Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\n[01:00.32] We been killin' for money\n[01:01.74] Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\n[01:05.28] Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\n[01:08.55] Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\n[01:11.33] Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\n[01:14.44] Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\n[01:17.38] I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n[01:20.45] And I told this bitch just fuck her\n[01:22.15] Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n[01:23.77] Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'\n[01:25.32] Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\n[01:26.91] Been yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n[01:29.81] E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\n[01:35.64] Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n[01:38.66] I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\n[01:41.92] Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\n[01:45.02] I know what you ain't did\n[01:46.43] And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n[01:48.31] So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\n[01:51.57] We still young, thuggin'\n[01:53.32] Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\n[01:56.53] Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah\n[01:59.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free The Shiners\n  artist: 42 dugg Music\n  album: 42 dugg Music Videos\n  duration_ms: 126000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Look out, Veno)\n  start_ms: 290\n  end_ms: 2570\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm\n  start_ms: 2570\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 12410\n- text: Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down\n  start_ms: 12410\n  end_ms: 15650\n- text: Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now\n  start_ms: 15650\n  end_ms: 18700\n- text: 'Block bitch, fuckin'' B, her excuse: she sellin'' them beans'\n  start_ms: 18700\n  end_ms: 21780\n- text: Who want 'em for 17? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\n  If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n  Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\n  Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n  Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n  I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n  I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\n  I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n  Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n  I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n  Rappers second, killer first\n  My opps probably invented shirts\n  What's the next? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\nIf check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\nRapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\nStress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\nQuarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\nI don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\nI'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\nI saved her under \"Swallower\"\nSupreme Trues, Prada purse\nI don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\nRappers second, killer first\nMy opps probably invented shirts\nWhat's the next? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\n[00:24.99] If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n[00:28.00] Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n[00:31.03] Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n[00:34.36] Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n[00:37.46] I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n[00:40.59] I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n[00:43.42] I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n[00:44.98] Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n[00:46.88] I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n[00:49.86] Rappers second, killer first\n[00:51.23] My opps probably invented shirts\n[00:52.93] What's the next? Still in the dirt\n[00:54.34] Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n[00:57.57] Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\n[01:00.35] We been killin' for money\n[01:01.79] Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\n[01:05.28] Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\n[01:08.53] Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\n[01:11.26] Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\n[01:14.50] Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\n[01:17.57] I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n[01:20.68] And I told this bitch just fuck her\n[01:22.11] Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n[01:23.77] Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'\n[01:25.20] Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\n[01:27.15] Been yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n[01:30.04] E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\n[01:35.85] Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n[01:38.77] I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\n[01:41.87] Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\n[01:45.04] I know what you ain't did\n[01:46.47] And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n[01:48.37] So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\n[01:51.48] We still young, thuggin'\n[01:53.43] Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\n[01:56.53] Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah\n[01:59.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free the Shiners\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: Last Ones Left\n  duration_ms: 138297\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Look out, Veno)\n  start_ms: 90\n  end_ms: 910\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm\n  start_ms: 910\n  end_ms: 6230\n- text: Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n  start_ms: 6230\n  end_ms: 9370\n- text: Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out\n  start_ms: 9370\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 15620\n- text: Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now\n  start_ms: 15620\n  end_ms: 18620\n- text: 'Block bitch, fuckin'' B, her excuse: she sellin'' them beans'\n  start_ms: 18620\n  end_ms: 21880\n- text: Who want 'em for 17? 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I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 31030\n- text: Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n  start_ms: 31030\n  end_ms: 34360\n- text: Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n  start_ms: 34360\n  end_ms: 37460\n- text: I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n  start_ms: 37460\n  end_ms: 40590\n- text: I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n  start_ms: 40590\n  end_ms: 43420\n- text: I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n  start_ms: 43420\n  end_ms: 44980\n- text: Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n  start_ms: 44980\n  end_ms: 46880\n- text: I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n  start_ms: 46880\n  end_ms: 49860\n- text: Rappers second, killer first\n  start_ms: 49860\n  end_ms: 51230\n- text: My opps probably invented shirts\n  start_ms: 51230\n  end_ms: 52930\n- text: What's the next? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\n  If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n  Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\n  Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n  Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n  I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n  I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\n  I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n  Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n  I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n  Rappers second, killer first\n  My opps probably invented shirts\n  What's the next? 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Yes\nRapper where? I sell dog\nAnd I'm not embarrassed\nYeah, stress press, circle squares (stress press)\nAnd that's a solid rep (that's a solid)\nQuarter large, this bitch hittin' hard (quarter large)\nShe tryin' not to stare (tryin' not to)\nI don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there (rrr, rrr, rrr)\nI'ma jump out first (I'ma jump out)\nYou know I never been no follower (no, I never been no follower)\nI saved her under \"Swallower\"\nSupreme, Trues, Prada purse\nI don't trust a bitch\nSo if I slip, my youngin' still'll lurk\nRapper second, killer first\nMy opps probably invented shirts\nWhat's his name still in the dirt\nLil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\nBig Sprite stay muddy (yeah, yeah)\nTwelve uncles, they nutty (yeah, yeah)\nWe been killin' for money (yeah)\nYeah, we been killin' for nothin' (been killin')\nBare face in public (bare face in)\nThis get back for our brother (get back for our)\nNigga better not ask for nothin' (nigga better not ask for a dollar)\nBack up, better not touch me (back up and not-)\nNiggas get killed for clutchin' (rrr, rrr)\nNiggas die before they blink they eyes (they die)\nAin't even see me up in here (see me up here)\nWas fire, damn near crossed me eyes (uh, it was fire)\nI ain't even get to fuck her, I was high\nWe just met one time\nI told this bitch I love her (yeah, I told that bitch I love her)\nAnd I told this bitch just fuck her\nCan't get me, gotta do my brother\nCount to three, after three I'm dumpin'\nBumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em (baow, yeah)\nYellin', \"Free Ric\"\nI'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\nE-S-T, free The Shiners\nExotic weed, got seeds, I ain't buyin' it\nFuck niggas been tryin' me\nAin't no put it behind me\nI'm on this shit for real\nAin't jumpin' on no deals\nBefore I was countin' M's\nI was keepin' up with drills\nI know what you ain't did\nAnd I know that you ain't built for smoke\nSo, why you playin' with a nigga\nWho done killed before?\nWe still young, thuggin'\nYellin', \"Free all my brothers\"\nYellin', \"Free all The Shiners\"\nIndicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck them (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.79] (Look out, Veno)\n[00:01.90] Yeah, yeah\n[00:03.66] Yeah, mmm\n[00:05.38] Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n[00:08.90] Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out (they don't fuck with jakes)\n[00:11.72] Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down (smellin' what I'm cookin'?)\n[00:15.10] Thot bitch used to fuck with her, she a opp now\n[00:18.38] Block bitch, fuckin' B\n[00:19.98] Her excuse, she sellin' them beans\n[00:21.35] Who want them for seventeen?\n[00:22.95] A thousand under eleven G's\n[00:24.49] F check, exotic?\n[00:25.56] Nah, nigga, meth? 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I sell dog\n  And I'm not embarrassed\n  Yeah, stress press, circle squares (stress press)\n  And that's a solid rep (that's a solid)\n  Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard (quarter large)\n  She tryin' not to stare (tryin' not to)\n  I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there (rrr, rrr, rrr)\n  I'ma jump out first (I'ma jump out)\n  You know I never been no follower (no, I never been no follower)\n  I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n  Supreme, Trues, Prada purse\n  I don't trust a bitch\n  So if I slip, my youngin' still'll lurk\n  Rapper second, killer first\n  My opps probably invented shirts\n  What's his name still in the dirt\n  Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n  Big Sprite stay muddy (yeah, yeah)\n  Twelve uncles, they nutty (yeah, yeah)\n  We been killin' for money (yeah)\n  Yeah, we been killin' for nothin' (been killin')\n  Bare face in public (bare face in)\n  This get back for our brother (get back for our)\n  Nigga better not ask for nothin' (nigga better not ask for a dollar)\n  Back up, better not touch me (back up and not-)\n  Niggas get killed for clutchin' (rrr, rrr)\n  Niggas die before they blink they eyes (they die)\n  Ain't even see me up in here (see me up here)\n  Was fire, damn near crossed me eyes (uh, it was fire)\n  I ain't even get to fuck her, I was high\n  We just met one time\n  I told this bitch I love her (yeah, I told that bitch I love her)\n  And I told this bitch just fuck her\n  Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n  Count to three, after three I'm dumpin'\n  Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em (baow, yeah)\n  Yellin', \"Free Ric\"\n  I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n  E-S-T, free The Shiners\n  Exotic weed, got seeds, I ain't buyin' it\n  Fuck niggas been tryin' me\n  Ain't no put it behind me\n  I'm on this shit for real\n  Ain't jumpin' on no deals\n  Before I was countin' M's\n  I was keepin' up with drills\n  I know what you ain't did\n  And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n  So, why you playin' with a nigga\n  Who done killed before?\n  We still young, thuggin'\n  Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\"\n  Yellin', \"Free all The Shiners\"\n  Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck them (yeah)\n"},{"id":36617031,"name":"Free The Shiners","trackName":"Free The Shiners","artistName":"42 Dugg","albumName":"Last Ones Left","duration":118.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Look out, Veno)\nYeah, yeah\nYeah, mmm\nHop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\nNiggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out (they don't fuck with jakes)\nDrive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down (smellin' what I'm cookin'?)\nThot bitch used to fuck with her, she a opp now\nBlock bitch, fuckin' B\nHer excuse, she sellin' them beans\nWho want them for seventeen?\nA thousand under eleven G's\nF check, exotic?\nNah, nigga, meth? Yes\nRapper where? I sell dog\nAnd I'm not embarrassed\nYeah, stress press, circle squares (stress press)\nAnd that's a solid rep (that's a solid)\nQuarter large, this bitch hittin' hard (quarter large)\nShe tryin' not to stare (tryin' not to)\nI don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there (rrr, rrr, rrr)\nI'ma jump out first (I'ma jump out)\nYou know I never been no follower (no, I never been no follower)\nI saved her under \"Swallower\"\nSupreme, Trues, Prada purse\nI don't trust a bitch\nSo if I slip, my youngin' still'll lurk\nRapper second, killer first\nMy opps probably invented shirts\nWhat's his name still in the dirt\nLil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\nBig Sprite stay muddy (yeah, yeah)\nTwelve uncles, they nutty (yeah, yeah)\nWe been killin' for money (yeah)\nYeah, we been killin' for nothin' (been killin')\nBare face in public (bare face in)\nThis get back for our brother (get back for our)\nNigga better not ask for nothin' (nigga better not ask for a dollar)\nBack up, better not touch me (back up and not-)\nNiggas get killed for clutchin' (rrr, rrr)\nNiggas die before they blink they eyes (they die)\nAin't even see me up in here (see me up here)\nWas fire, damn near crossed me eyes (uh, it was fire)\nI ain't even get to fuck her, I was high\nWe just met one time\nI told this bitch I love her (yeah, I told that bitch I love her)\nAnd I told this bitch just fuck her\nCan't get me, gotta do my brother\nCount to three, after three I'm dumpin'\nBumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em (baow, yeah)\nYellin', \"Free Ric\"\nI'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\nE-S-T, free The Shiners\nExotic weed, got seeds, I ain't buyin' it\nFuck niggas been tryin' me\nAin't no put it behind me\nI'm on this shit for real\nAin't jumpin' on no deals\nBefore I was countin' M's\nI was keepin' up with drills\nI know what you ain't did\nAnd I know that you ain't built for smoke\nSo, why you playin' with a nigga\nWho done killed before?\nWe still young, thuggin'\nYellin', \"Free all my brothers\"\nYellin', \"Free all The Shiners\"\nIndicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck them (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.79] (Look out, Veno)\n[00:01.90] Yeah, yeah\n[00:03.66] Yeah, mmm\n[00:05.38] Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n[00:08.90] Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out (they don't fuck with jakes)\n[00:11.72] Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down (smellin' what I'm cookin'?)\n[00:15.10] Thot bitch used to fuck with her, she a opp now\n[00:18.38] Block bitch, fuckin' B\n[00:19.98] Her excuse, she sellin' them beans\n[00:21.35] Who want them for seventeen?\n[00:22.95] A thousand under eleven G's\n[00:24.49] F check, exotic?\n[00:25.56] Nah, nigga, meth? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\n[00:24.96] If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n[00:27.98] Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n[00:31.14] Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n[00:34.28] Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n[00:37.43] I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n[00:40.55] I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n[00:43.46] I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n[00:44.81] Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n[00:46.55] I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n[00:49.85] Rappers second, killer first\n[00:51.33] My opps probably invented shirts\n[00:52.98] What's the next? Still in the dirt\n[00:54.24] Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n[00:57.49] Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\n[01:00.32] We been killin' for money\n[01:01.74] Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\n[01:05.28] Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\n[01:08.55] Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\n[01:11.33] Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\n[01:14.44] Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\n[01:17.38] I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n[01:20.45] And I told this bitch just fuck her\n[01:22.15] Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n[01:23.77] Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'\n[01:25.32] Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\n[01:26.91] Been yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n[01:29.81] E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\n[01:35.64] Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n[01:38.66] I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\n[01:41.92] Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\n[01:45.02] I know what you ain't did\n[01:46.43] And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n[01:48.31] So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\n[01:51.57] We still young, thuggin'\n[01:53.32] Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\n[01:56.53] Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah\n[01:59.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free The Shiners\n  artist: 42 Dugg, EST Gee\n  album: Last Ones Left\n  duration_ms: 125000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Look out, Veno)\n  start_ms: 290\n  end_ms: 2570\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm\n  start_ms: 2570\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 9240\n- text: Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out\n  start_ms: 9240\n  end_ms: 12410\n- text: Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down\n  start_ms: 12410\n  end_ms: 15650\n- text: Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now\n  start_ms: 15650\n  end_ms: 18700\n- text: 'Block bitch, fuckin'' B, her excuse: she sellin'' them beans'\n  start_ms: 18700\n  end_ms: 21780\n- text: Who want 'em for 17? 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Still in the dirt\n  start_ms: 52980\n  end_ms: 54240\n- text: Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n  start_ms: 54240\n  end_ms: 57490\n- text: Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\n  start_ms: 57490\n  end_ms: 60320\n- text: We been killin' for money\n  start_ms: 60320\n  end_ms: 61740\n- text: Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\n  start_ms: 61740\n  end_ms: 65280\n- text: Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\n  start_ms: 65280\n  end_ms: 68550\n- text: Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\n  start_ms: 68550\n  end_ms: 71330\n- text: Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\n  start_ms: 71330\n  end_ms: 74440\n- text: Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\n  start_ms: 74440\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 80450\n- text: And I told this bitch just fuck her\n  start_ms: 80450\n  end_ms: 82150\n- text: Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n  start_ms: 82150\n  end_ms: 83770\n- text: Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'\n  start_ms: 83770\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 86910\n- text: Been yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n  start_ms: 86910\n  end_ms: 89810\n- text: E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\n  start_ms: 89810\n  end_ms: 95640\n- text: Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n  start_ms: 95640\n  end_ms: 98660\n- text: I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\n  start_ms: 98660\n  end_ms: 101920\n- text: Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\n  start_ms: 101920\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: I know what you ain't did\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 106430\n- text: And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n  start_ms: 106430\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 111570\n- text: We still young, thuggin'\n  start_ms: 111570\n  end_ms: 113320\n- text: Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\n  start_ms: 113320\n  end_ms: 116530\n- text: Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah\n  start_ms: 116530\n  end_ms: 119920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119920\nplain: |-\n  (Look out, Veno)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm\n\n  Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n  Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out\n  Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down\n  Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now\n\n  Block bitch, fuckin' B, her excuse: she sellin' them beans\n  Who want 'em for 17? A thousand under 11 Gs\n  If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n  Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\n  Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n  Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n  I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n  I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\n  I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n  Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n  I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n  Rappers second, killer first\n  My opps probably invented shirts\n  What's the next? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\nIf check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\nRapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\nStress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\nQuarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\nI don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\nI'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\nI saved her under \"Swallower\"\nSupreme Trues, Prada purse\nI don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\nRappers second, killer first\nMy opps probably invented shirts\nWhat's the next? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\n[00:24.96] If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n[00:27.98] Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n[00:31.14] Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n[00:34.28] Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n[00:37.43] I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n[00:40.55] I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n[00:43.46] I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n[00:44.81] Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n[00:46.55] I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n[00:49.85] Rappers second, killer first\n[00:51.33] My opps probably invented shirts\n[00:52.98] What's the next? 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A thousand under 11 Gs\n  If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n  Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\n  Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n  Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n  I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n  I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\n  I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n  Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n  I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n  Rappers second, killer first\n  My opps probably invented shirts\n  What's the next? Still in the dirt\n  Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n  Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\n  We been killin' for money\n\n  Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\n  Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\n  Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\n  Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\n  Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\n  I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n\n  And I told this bitch just fuck her\n  Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n  Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'\n  Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\n  Been yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n  E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\n  Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n\n  I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\n  Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\n  I know what you ain't did\n  And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n  So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\n  We still young, thuggin'\n  Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\n  Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah\n"},{"id":17527696,"name":"22 42 Dugg Feat. 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I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\nStress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\nQuarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\nI don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\nI'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\nI saved her under \"Swallower\"\nSupreme Trues, Prada purse\nI don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\nRappers second, killer first\nMy opps probably invented shirts\nWhat's the next? Still in the dirt\nLil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\nBig Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\nWe been killin' for money\n\nYeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\nLet's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\nBack up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\nNiggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\nWas fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\nI was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n\nAnd I told this bitch just fuck her\nCan't get me, gotta do my brother\nCount to three, at three I'm dumpin'\nBumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\nBeen yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\nE (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\nFuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n\nI'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\nBefore I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\nI know what you ain't did\nAnd I know that you ain't built for smoke\nSo, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\nWe still young, thuggin'\nYellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\nIndicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.29] (Look out, Veno)\n[00:02.57] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm\n[00:06.25] Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)\n[00:09.24] Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out\n[00:12.41] Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down\n[00:15.65] Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now\n[00:18.70] Block bitch, fuckin' B, her excuse: she sellin' them beans\n[00:21.78] Who want 'em for 17? 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Still in the dirt\n[00:54.24] Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n[00:57.49] Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\n[01:00.32] We been killin' for money\n[01:01.74] Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\n[01:05.28] Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\n[01:08.55] Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\n[01:11.33] Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\n[01:14.44] Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\n[01:17.38] I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n[01:20.45] And I told this bitch just fuck her\n[01:22.15] Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n[01:23.77] Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'\n[01:25.32] Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\n[01:26.91] Been yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n[01:29.81] E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\n[01:35.64] Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n[01:38.66] I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\n[01:41.92] Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\n[01:45.02] I know what you ain't did\n[01:46.43] And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n[01:48.31] So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\n[01:51.57] We still young, thuggin'\n[01:53.32] Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\n[01:56.53] Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah\n[01:59.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 22 42 Dugg Feat. 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A thousand under 11 Gs\n  If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes\n  Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed\n\n  Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep\n  Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare\n  I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there\n  I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower\n\n  I saved her under \"Swallower\"\n  Supreme Trues, Prada purse\n  I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert\n  Rappers second, killer first\n  My opps probably invented shirts\n  What's the next? Still in the dirt\n  Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'\n  Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty\n  We been killin' for money\n\n  Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public\n  Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'\n  Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'\n  Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here\n  Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her\n  I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her\n\n  And I told this bitch just fuck her\n  Can't get me, gotta do my brother\n  Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'\n  Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em\n  Been yellin', \"Free RIC\", I'm still yellin', \"Free me\"\n  E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it\n  Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me\n\n  I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals\n  Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills\n  I know what you ain't did\n  And I know that you ain't built for smoke\n  So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?\n  We still young, thuggin'\n  Yellin', \"Free all my brothers\" (yeah), yellin', \"Free all the shiners\"\n  Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah\n"}]