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it in the fam, nigga\n\nGettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, nigga\nGot it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, nigga\nR.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, nigga\nShut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga\n\nAyy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga\nI'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here\nShit get ran in here, bitch, I done blew a hundred bands this year (let's go)\nAin't no cappin', if I get fucked up, bitch, it ain't no rappin'\n\nIt's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion\nWe ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'\nThese niggas dick suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain\nNiggas lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em\n\nPut these niggas on they back, get these boys a coffin\nThey ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering\nLeft a hole in the nigga head like a sea dolphin\nEvery nigga in my team want bodies like an auction\n\nYeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking\nTen bands on your head, have my bro off you\nYeah, ayy, I only fuck with real niggas\n6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters\n\nYeah, clout chasing, nigga, get your bitch fucked\nOn my way to Western U to get my dick sucked\nBitch head so weak, can't get my dick up\nYeah, I don't want your bitch, come pick your bitch up\n\nBitch dick suckin'\nHeard I shoot trips and swipe hair for bitches\nPlay with toys, rap, and get 'bows in, merry Christmas\nNiggas know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these niggas\nHanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner\n\nFuck it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters\nAll these ratchets, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer\nCan't name one bitch I can't fuck\nSlow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush\n\nBitch say she got a nigga, she look single through these buffs\nDid a hoink on that nigga, that shit really came in clutch\n'Bout to pull up, rock a nigga's shit like he 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friends\n[00:45.54] Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, nigga\n[00:48.69] Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, nigga\n[00:50.80] Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, nigga\n[00:53.19] R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, nigga\n[00:55.56] Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga\n[00:57.86] Ayy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga\n[01:00.34] I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here\n[01:02.84] Shit get ran in here, bitch, I done blew a hundred bands this year (let's go)\n[01:05.24] Ain't no cappin', if I get fucked up, bitch, it ain't no rappin'\n[01:07.63] It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion\n[01:10.18] We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'\n[01:12.48] These niggas dick suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain\n[01:14.91] Niggas lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em\n[01:17.75] Put these niggas on they back, get these 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back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'\nCome get your bitch off me, I'm known for shit talkin'\nI'm known for script bustin'\n\nAin't no iffy, yeah, that bitch fuckin'\nGet money, ayy, that's all I ever knew\nYou got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot\n(You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot)\n\nAyy\n\nThousand grams in the pot, thousand beans down the way\nThousand-gram Cuban on my neck, 'Dweller, fuck a Patek\nAnd your bitch, she gon' fuck for a check\nWhen you say it, say my name with some fuckin' respect\n\nAll these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins\nWhen your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz\nHad a threesome with my bitch, I appreciate her friends\nCooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, nigga\n\nGettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, nigga\nGot it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, nigga\nR.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, nigga\nShut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga\n\nAyy, shut the fuck up if 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When your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz\n  Had a threesome with my bitch, I appreciate her friends\n  Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, nigga\n\n  Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, nigga\n  Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, nigga\n  R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, nigga\n  Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga\n\n  Ayy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga\n  I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here\n  Shit get ran in here, bitch, I done blew a hundred bands this year (let's go)\n  Ain't no cappin', if I get fucked up, bitch, it ain't no rappin'\n\n  It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion\n  We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'\n  These niggas dick suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain\n  Niggas lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em\n\n  Put these niggas on they back, get these boys a 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within months, we done blew past 'em\n[01:17.71] Put these niggas on they back, get these boys a coffin\n[01:19.97] They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering\n[01:22.27] Left a hole in the nigga head like a sea dolphin\n[01:24.61] Every nigga in my team want bodies like an auction\n[01:27.38] Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking\n[01:29.86] Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you\n[01:32.31] Yeah, ayy, I only fuck with real niggas\n[01:34.74] 6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters\n[01:37.11] Yeah, clout chasing, nigga, get your bitch fucked\n[01:39.57] On my way to Western U to get my dick sucked\n[01:41.99] Bitch head so weak, can't get my dick up\n[01:44.49] Yeah, I don't want your bitch, come pick your bitch up\n[01:46.39] Bitch dick suckin'\n[01:47.13] Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for bitches\n[01:48.94] Play with toys, rap, and get 'bows in, merry Christmas\n[01:51.69] Niggas know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these niggas\n[01:53.75] Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner\n[01:56.54] Fuck it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters\n[01:58.80] All these ratchets, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer\n[02:01.39] Can't name one bitch I can't fuck\n[02:03.12] Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush\n[02:05.68] Bitch say she got a nigga, she look single through these buffs\n[02:08.15] Did a hoink on that nigga, that shit really came in clutch\n[02:10.42] 'Bout to pull up, rock a nigga's shit like he stuck\n[02:12.91] If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga\n[02:15.73] A thousand beans in her pussy, have your bitch stuffed\n[02:18.40] 30 racks on this Rollie, this bitch lit up\n[02:20.68] A nigga reach for this bitch, get his shit crushed\n[02:23.26] 20 bottles on the way, light this bitch up\n[02:25.54] A nigga speakin' on my name, got his bitch fucked\n[02:27.91] I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your bitch jumped\n[02:30.36] If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up\n[02:32.70] (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up)\n[02:34.98] (If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga)\n[02:37.26] (Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga)\n[02:40.09] (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up)\n[02:42.15] (Ayy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga)\n[02:44.48] (If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga)\n[02:46.82] (Nigga, shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga)\n[02:49.56] (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up)\n[02:51.76] (Ayy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga)\n[02:54.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stfu\n  artist: 42 Dugg, Peezy, EWM Kdoe, Bagboy Mel, CashKidd & Ewm Buck, Stfu, 2018\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n  start_ms: 7200\n  end_ms: 9230\n- text: I got a hundred on this 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