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It's closer to the Nash'\nI been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah\nLil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed\nI seen his murder, whole, half, like I'm greedy\nFell out with my best friend over six grams\nNow I ain't got a best man but I got fans\nShow you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid\nI just did five hunnid, nigga, this summer\nSo anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em\nOr anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper\nMy nigga got a dark cloud over his soul\nWe all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes\nHe prolly feeling' bad, like baby, \"I kinda feel\"\nMe, I fly bad bitch out still\nMain bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten\nShe say I fucked her friend, I mean, I prolly did\nAnd I don't feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live\nTurn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on\nFree my nigga Act', he shoulda been home\nWon't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it\nLong sleeve Caddy with the tint on it\nTook her to the set, blew a ten on her\nThat's your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her\nIt get deeper\nRemember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers\nRemember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners\nGet your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas\nKing of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga\nI ain't finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire\nRange truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I'll buy it","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.67] Young and turnt\n[00:04.74] Hey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'\n[00:07.36] Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)\n[00:09.56] Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah\n[00:12.11] Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)\n[00:14.49] Nigga, what the fuck is you on? (What you on?)\n[00:17.04] Yeah, turn it up\n[00:19.32] Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag\n[00:21.97] Why move to the A? It's closer to the Nash'\n[00:24.22] I been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah\n[00:29.23] Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed\n[00:31.34] I seen his murder, whole, half, like I'm greedy\n[00:33.94] Fell out with my best friend over six grams\n[00:36.39] Now I ain't got a best man but I got fans\n[00:38.89] Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid\n[00:41.29] I just did five hunnid, nigga, this summer\n[00:43.66] So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em\n[00:46.26] Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper\n[00:49.23] My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul\n[00:51.74] We all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes\n[00:54.14] He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, \"I kinda feel\"\n[00:56.72] Me, I fly bad bitch out still\n[00:59.17] Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten\n[01:01.48] She say I fucked her friend, I mean, I prolly did\n[01:04.00] And I don't feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live\n[01:06.44] Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on\n[01:09.10] Free my nigga Act', he shoulda been home\n[01:11.07] Won't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it\n[01:12.87] Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it\n[01:14.67] Took her to the set, blew a ten on her\n[01:16.57] That's your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her\n[01:18.13] It get deeper\n[01:19.10] Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers\n[01:21.23] Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners\n[01:23.80] Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas\n[01:26.52] King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga\n[01:28.73] I ain't finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire\n[01:31.44] Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I'll buy it\n[01:35.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It Get Deeper\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: 42 Dugg Videos\n  duration_ms: 145000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Young and turnt\n  start_ms: 3670\n  end_ms: 4740\n- text: Hey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'\n  start_ms: 4740\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 9560\n- text: Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah\n  start_ms: 9560\n  end_ms: 12110\n- text: Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)\n  start_ms: 12110\n  end_ms: 14490\n- text: Nigga, what the fuck is you on? 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(What you on?)\n  Yeah, turn it up\n\n  Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag\n  Why move to the A? It's closer to the Nash'\n  I been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah\n  Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed\n  I seen his murder, whole, half, like I'm greedy\n  Fell out with my best friend over six grams\n  Now I ain't got a best man but I got fans\n  Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid\n  I just did five hunnid, nigga, this summer\n  So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em\n  Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper\n  My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul\n  We all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes\n  He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, \"I kinda feel\"\n  Me, I fly bad bitch out still\n  Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten\n  She say I fucked her friend, I mean, I prolly did\n  And I don't feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live\n  Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on\n  Free my nigga Act', he shoulda been home\n  Won't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it\n  Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it\n  Took her to the set, blew a ten on her\n  That's your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her\n  It get deeper\n  Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers\n  Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners\n  Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas\n  King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga\n  I ain't finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire\n  Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I'll buy it\n"},{"id":34672311,"name":"It Get Deeper","trackName":"It Get Deeper","artistName":"42 Dugg","albumName":"42 dugg Music Videos","duration":107.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young and turnt\nHey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'\nCuban link, two-tone (Savage)\nBitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah\nLife, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)\nNigga, what the fuck is you on? (What you on?)\nYeah, turn it up\n\nPut my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag\nWhy move to the A? 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(What you on?)\n[00:17.04] Yeah, turn it up\n[00:19.32] Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag\n[00:21.97] Why move to the A? 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It's closer to the Nash'\n  start_ms: 21970\n  end_ms: 24220\n- text: I been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah\n  start_ms: 24220\n  end_ms: 29230\n- text: Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed\n  start_ms: 29230\n  end_ms: 31340\n- text: I seen his murder, whole, half, like I'm greedy\n  start_ms: 31340\n  end_ms: 33940\n- text: Fell out with my best friend over six grams\n  start_ms: 33940\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: Now I ain't got a best man but I got fans\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 38890\n- text: Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid\n  start_ms: 38890\n  end_ms: 41290\n- text: I just did five hunnid, nigga, this summer\n  start_ms: 41290\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 46260\n- text: Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper\n  start_ms: 46260\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 51740\n- text: We all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes\n  start_ms: 51740\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, \"I kinda feel\"\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 56720\n- text: Me, I fly bad bitch out still\n  start_ms: 56720\n  end_ms: 59170\n- text: Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten\n  start_ms: 59170\n  end_ms: 61480\n- text: She say I fucked her friend, I mean, I prolly did\n  start_ms: 61480\n  end_ms: 64000\n- text: And I don't feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live\n  start_ms: 64000\n  end_ms: 66440\n- text: Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on\n  start_ms: 66440\n  end_ms: 69100\n- text: Free my nigga Act', he shoulda been home\n  start_ms: 69100\n  end_ms: 71070\n- text: Won't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it\n  start_ms: 71070\n  end_ms: 72870\n- text: Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it\n  start_ms: 72870\n  end_ms: 74670\n- text: Took her to the set, blew a ten on her\n  start_ms: 74670\n  end_ms: 76570\n- text: That's your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her\n  start_ms: 76570\n  end_ms: 78130\n- text: It get deeper\n  start_ms: 78130\n  end_ms: 79100\n- text: Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers\n  start_ms: 79100\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83800\n- text: Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas\n  start_ms: 83800\n  end_ms: 86520\n- text: King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga\n  start_ms: 86520\n  end_ms: 88730\n- text: I ain't finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire\n  start_ms: 88730\n  end_ms: 91440\n- text: Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I'll buy it\n  start_ms: 91440\n  end_ms: 95140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 95140\nplain: |-\n  Young and turnt\n  Hey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'\n  Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)\n  Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah\n  Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)\n  Nigga, what the fuck is you on? 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'Cause I mean it\n\n  My drugs told me you could be somethin' special, on Recey\n  How the fuck am I stressed, they thought I don't need you\n  Back and forth on this tether, it ain't easy\n  Momma please show me how to save my money\n  Remember, calm down, ninety days, I'm comin'\n\n  Never bite that hand that feed you, bro, niggas greedy\n  Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin'\n  Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even\n  Main man turnt to a hater, this shit is deep, over money\n  You would turn your back on your brother 'cause of money\n  I don't know a bitch who really love me, ain't that funny?\n  I could feel the East side with hundreds\n  Make a freak fuck for nothin', I don't beef much at all\n\n  Still in the hood reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs\n  Every time my nigga call, I show out for him\n  My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more\n  But fuck I need clout for? 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