[{"id":12656919,"name":"You Da One","trackName":"You Da One","artistName":"42 Dugg","albumName":"You Da One","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\nAnd I'm ridin' with 'em\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\nI used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\nNow I do it for my son\nEverybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\nNo strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\nDouble back but bring a ton\nCatch him lackin', we gon' punish you\nSold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\nRan up in a money suit\nNo mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\nMy lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\nMy lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\nMy OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\nWhen you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\nMy lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\nNow she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\nYeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\nYeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\nThey play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\nThey say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\nI ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\nI'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\nI'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\nI fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\nNiggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\nMy niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\nI got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\nBitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\nOnce that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\nWhich one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\nAll in Vegas throwin' up my hood\nYeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\nKnew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\nI had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\nBoth had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\nMy lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\nThick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\nNiggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\nNiggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\nWe turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\nI'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\nAin't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\nYeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\nShout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\nText my plug, yeah, I need it\nUh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\nAin't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\nI'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\nTell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\nReal bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\nReal street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\nStreet nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\nLet's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\nSince we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\nShit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\nWe probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\nAnd I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\nSince I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\nThe other half on business, I'm tryna double up\nBitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\nDo whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\nStill bought two to be safe\nYou know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\nWhatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\nRemember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\nThe judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\nOrdered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\nStreets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\nRichard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\nGlock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\nMy men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\nMatchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\nI fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\nI fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\nI'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\nThat lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\nShe'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\nI took her from a lame, taught her how to live\nShe like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\nShe was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\nLike fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\nShe tryna get on the court\nI'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\nYeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\nShit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\nShout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\nAnywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\nFacts","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.03] Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n[00:07.07] And I'm ridin' with 'em\n[00:08.02] (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n[00:10.61] I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\n[00:14.66] Now I do it for my son\n[00:16.60] Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\n[00:19.97] No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\n[00:22.14] Double back but bring a ton\n[00:23.65] Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n[00:26.03] Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n[00:28.24] Ran up in a money suit\n[00:29.26] No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n[00:33.60] My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n[00:36.24] My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n[00:39.15] My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n[00:42.15] When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[00:45.03] My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n[00:47.72] Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n[00:50.60] Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n[00:53.31] Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n[00:56.24] They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n[00:59.02] They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n[01:01.82] I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n[01:04.98] I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n[01:08.00] I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n[01:10.78] I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n[01:13.75] Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n[01:16.31] My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[01:19.20] I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n[01:22.07] I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n[01:25.12] Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n[01:27.85] Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n[01:30.59] Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n[01:32.12] All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n[01:33.57] Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n[01:35.12] Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n[01:36.38] I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n[01:39.57] Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n[01:42.22] My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n[01:45.14] Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n[01:48.20] Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n[01:49.89] Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n[01:51.47] We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n[01:55.34] I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n[01:58.37] Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n[02:00.07] Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n[02:01.95] Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n[02:03.53] Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n[02:04.99] Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n[02:08.12] Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n[02:11.09] I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n[02:13.97] Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n[02:16.39] Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n[02:19.01] Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n[02:21.70] Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n[02:24.58] Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n[02:27.35] Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n[02:29.96] Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n[02:32.59] We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n[02:35.63] And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n[02:38.57] Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n[02:41.20] The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n[02:44.25] Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n[02:46.83] Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n[02:49.74] Still bought two to be safe\n[02:51.32] You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n[02:54.18] Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n[02:57.09] Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n[02:59.78] The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n[03:02.01] Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n[03:04.37] Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n[03:07.20] Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n[03:09.99] Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n[03:12.72] My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n[03:15.84] Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n[03:18.53] I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n[03:21.37] I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n[03:24.27] I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n[03:27.04] That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n[03:29.87] She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n[03:32.84] I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n[03:35.67] She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n[03:38.61] She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n[03:41.34] Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n[03:43.96] She tryna get on the court\n[03:45.68] I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n[03:48.13] Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n[03:51.00] Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n[03:52.54] Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n[03:55.18] Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n[03:58.06] Facts","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Da One\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: You Da One\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n  start_ms: 4030\n  end_ms: 7070\n- text: And I'm ridin' with 'em\n  start_ms: 7070\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 10610\n- text: I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\n  start_ms: 10610\n  end_ms: 14660\n- text: Now I do it for my son\n  start_ms: 14660\n  end_ms: 16600\n- text: Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\n  start_ms: 16600\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: Double back but bring a ton\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 23650\n- text: Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n  start_ms: 23650\n  end_ms: 26030\n- text: Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n  start_ms: 26030\n  end_ms: 28240\n- text: Ran up in a money suit\n  start_ms: 28240\n  end_ms: 29260\n- text: No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? 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(Facts, look)\n  My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n  My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n  My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n  When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n  Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n  Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n  They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n  They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n  I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n  I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n  I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n  Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n  My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n  I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n  Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n  Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n  We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n  I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n  Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n  Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  Still bought two to be safe\n  You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n  Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n  I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  She tryna get on the court\n  I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  Facts\n"},{"id":8416620,"name":"You Da One","trackName":"You Da One","artistName":"42 Dugg/Yo Gotti","albumName":"You Da One","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\nAnd I'm ridin' with 'em\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\n\nI used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\nNow I do it for my son\nEverybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\nNo strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\nDouble back but bring a ton\nCatch him lackin', we gon' punish you\nSold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\nRan up in a money suit\nNo mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n\nMy lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\nMy lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\nMy OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\nWhen you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nMy lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\nNow she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\nYeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\nYeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\nThey play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\nThey say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\nI ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\nI'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\nI'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\nI fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\nNiggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\nMy niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nI brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\nI got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\nBitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\nOnce that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\nWhich one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\nAll in Vegas throwin' up my hood\nYeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\nKnew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\nI had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\nBoth had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\nMy lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\nThick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\nNiggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\nNiggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\nWe turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\nI'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\nAin't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\nYeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\nShout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\nText my plug, yeah, I need it\n\nUh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\nAin't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\nI'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\nTell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\nReal bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\nReal street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\nStreet nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\nLet's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\nSince we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\nShit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\nWe probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\nAnd I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\nSince I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\nThe other half on business, I'm tryna double up\nBitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\nDo whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\nStill bought two to be safe\nYou know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\nWhatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\nRemember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\nThe judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\nOrdered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\nStreets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\nRichard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\nGlock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\nMy men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\nMatchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\nI fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\nI fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\nI'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\nThat lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\nShe'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\nI took her from a lame, taught her how to live\nShe like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\nShe was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\nLike fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\nShe tryna get on the court\nI'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\nYeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\nShit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\nShout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\nAnywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\nFacts","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.67] Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n[00:07.46] And I'm ridin' with 'em (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n[00:11.45] I used to get the pack when I was young (me too, yeah)\n[00:15.23] Now I do it for my son\n[00:16.85] Everybody behind me like I'm the one (you is, nigga, yes)\n[00:20.94] No strap gon' get it done (brrt)\n[00:22.30] Double back but bring a ton\n[00:23.86] Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n[00:26.77] Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n[00:28.61] Ran up in a money suit, no mask on, just a monkey suit\n[00:31.48] Fuck you mean? 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(Yeah)\n[01:32.39] All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n[01:33.77] Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n[01:35.15] Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n[01:36.64] I had 250 at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n[01:39.91] Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n[01:42.75] My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n[01:45.60] Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs\n[01:48.58] Look, niggas hatin', but we don't see 'em\n[01:50.46] Niggas locked, we hollerin', \"Free 'em\"\n[01:51.98] We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n[01:55.84] I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n[01:58.68] Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n[02:00.22] Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n[02:02.25] Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n[02:03.66] Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n[02:05.31] Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n[02:08.75] Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (yeah)\n[02:11.65] I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (beep)\n[02:14.53] Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (here I come)\n[02:17.38] Real bosses (bosses), fuck with only bosses (ay, bosses)\n[02:20.24] Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (ay, on God)\n[02:23.09] Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (no more losses)\n[02:25.82] Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n[02:27.95] Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n[02:30.88] Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n[02:33.65] We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n[02:36.44] And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I've been on my toes\n[02:39.33] Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n[02:42.28] The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n[02:45.15] Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n[02:48.15] Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n[02:50.87] Still bought two to be safe\n[02:52.12] You know we fuck with the ten, you know we fuck with the Bay\n[02:55.01] Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n[02:57.91] Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' their plates\n[03:00.84] The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\" (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.86] Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (yeah)\n[03:05.02] Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n[03:08.22] Richard Mille, 250 for whatever in the safe (woo!)\n[03:10.93] Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (woo!)\n[03:13.81] My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (damn)\n[03:16.77] Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (damn)\n[03:19.32] I fuck with Jay, so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'Ussé\n[03:22.23] I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n[03:25.03] I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates (skrrt)\n[03:28.08] That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n[03:30.95] She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (ay)\n[03:33.99] I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n[03:36.54] She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (shawty a freak)\n[03:39.59] She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n[03:42.27] Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n[03:45.08] She tryna get on the court\n[03:46.78] I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n[03:49.50] Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n[03:52.23] Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n[03:54.27] Shout out to the ten, bitch, we tied in\n[03:56.66] Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n[03:59.96] Facts\n[04:10.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Da One\n  artist: 42 Dugg/Yo Gotti\n  album: You Da One\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n  start_ms: 4670\n  end_ms: 7460\n- text: And I'm ridin' with 'em (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n  start_ms: 7460\n  end_ms: 11450\n- text: I used to get the pack when I was young (me too, yeah)\n  start_ms: 11450\n  end_ms: 15230\n- text: Now I do it for my son\n  start_ms: 15230\n  end_ms: 16850\n- text: Everybody behind me like I'm the one (you is, nigga, yes)\n  start_ms: 16850\n  end_ms: 20940\n- text: No strap gon' get it done (brrt)\n  start_ms: 20940\n  end_ms: 22300\n- text: Double back but bring a ton\n  start_ms: 22300\n  end_ms: 23860\n- text: Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n  start_ms: 23860\n  end_ms: 26770\n- text: Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n  start_ms: 26770\n  end_ms: 28610\n- text: Ran up in a money suit, no mask on, just a monkey suit\n  start_ms: 28610\n  end_ms: 31480\n- text: Fuck you mean? 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(Facts, look)\n\n  My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n  My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n  My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n  When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n  Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n  Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n  They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n  They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\n  I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n  I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n  I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n  Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n  My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\n  I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n  Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n  Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n  We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\n  I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n\n  Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\n  Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  Still bought two to be safe\n  You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\n  Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\n  I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  She tryna get on the court\n  I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  Facts\n"},{"id":818843,"name":"You Da One","trackName":"You Da One","artistName":"42 Dugg feat. Yo Gotti","albumName":"You Da One","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\nAnd I'm ridin' with 'em\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\n\nI used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\nNow I do it for my son\nEverybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\nNo strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\nDouble back but bring a ton\nCatch him lackin', we gon' punish you\nSold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\nRan up in a money suit\nNo mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n\nMy lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\nMy lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\nMy OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\nWhen you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nMy lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\nNow she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\nYeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\nYeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\nThey play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\nThey say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\nI ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\nI'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\nI'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\nI fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\nNiggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\nMy niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nI brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\nI got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\nBitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\nOnce that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\nWhich one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\nAll in Vegas throwin' up my hood\nYeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\nKnew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\nI had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\nBoth had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\nMy lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\nThick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\nNiggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\nNiggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\nWe turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\nI'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\nAin't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\nYeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\nShout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\nText my plug, yeah, I need it\n\nUh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\nAin't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\nI'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\nTell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\nReal bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\nReal street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\nStreet nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\nLet's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\nSince we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\nShit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\nWe probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\nAnd I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\nSince I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\nThe other half on business, I'm tryna double up\nBitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\nDo whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\nStill bought two to be safe\nYou know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\nWhatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\nRemember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\nThe judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\nOrdered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\nStreets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\nRichard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\nGlock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\nMy men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\nMatchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\nI fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\nI fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\nI'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\nThat lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\nShe'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\nI took her from a lame, taught her how to live\nShe like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\nShe was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\nLike fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\nShe tryna get on the court\nI'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\nYeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\nShit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\nShout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\nAnywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\nFacts","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.67] Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n[00:07.46] And I'm ridin' with 'em (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n[00:11.45] I used to get the pack when I was young (me too, yeah)\n[00:15.23] Now I do it for my son\n[00:16.85] Everybody behind me like I'm the one (you is, nigga, yes)\n[00:20.94] No strap gon' get it done (brrt)\n[00:22.30] Double back but bring a ton\n[00:23.86] Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n[00:26.77] Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n[00:28.61] Ran up in a money suit, no mask on, just a monkey suit\n[00:31.48] Fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n[00:33.96] My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (oh yeah?)\n[00:36.71] My lil' doggy from the East just put me up on a play (what up, dude?)\n[00:39.73] My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (facts)\n[00:42.41] When you sign with me, that shit come with a brick and a K (ay, ay, ay)\n[00:45.27] My lil' freaky bitch, Tasha, used to hang with the costers\n[00:48.19] Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n[00:51.09] Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (ay), all they coppin' is bales\n[00:53.99] Yeah, they leave with 24 and that's on top of the 12\n[00:56.42] They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (yeah)\n[00:59.23] They say that letter was loud (yeah), I got 'em watchin' the mail\n[01:02.48] I ain't dropped in a year, so the streets been fiendin'\n[01:05.55] I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n[01:08.14] I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (yeah)\n[01:11.40] I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (ask her)\n[01:14.09] Niggas talkin' big work, and they ain't never sold dope\n[01:16.62] My niggas doin' fed time, and I'm just here to give 'em hope (ay, ay, ay)\n[01:19.38] I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n[01:22.25] I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n[01:25.52] Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n[01:28.11] Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n[01:30.92] Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n[01:32.39] All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n[01:33.77] Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n[01:35.15] Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n[01:36.64] I had 250 at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n[01:39.91] Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n[01:42.75] My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n[01:45.60] Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs\n[01:48.58] Look, niggas hatin', but we don't see 'em\n[01:50.46] Niggas locked, we hollerin', \"Free 'em\"\n[01:51.98] We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n[01:55.84] I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n[01:58.68] Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n[02:00.22] Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n[02:02.25] Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n[02:03.66] Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n[02:05.31] Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n[02:08.75] Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (yeah)\n[02:11.65] I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (beep)\n[02:14.53] Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (here I come)\n[02:17.38] Real bosses (bosses), fuck with only bosses (ay, bosses)\n[02:20.24] Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (ay, on God)\n[02:23.09] Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (no more losses)\n[02:25.82] Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n[02:27.95] Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n[02:30.88] Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n[02:33.65] We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n[02:36.44] And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I've been on my toes\n[02:39.33] Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n[02:42.28] The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n[02:45.15] Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n[02:48.15] Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n[02:50.87] Still bought two to be safe\n[02:52.12] You know we fuck with the ten, you know we fuck with the Bay\n[02:55.01] Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n[02:57.91] Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' their plates\n[03:00.84] The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\" (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.86] Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (yeah)\n[03:05.02] Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n[03:08.22] Richard Mille, 250 for whatever in the safe (woo!)\n[03:10.93] Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (woo!)\n[03:13.81] My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (damn)\n[03:16.77] Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (damn)\n[03:19.32] I fuck with Jay, so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'Ussé\n[03:22.23] I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n[03:25.03] I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates (skrrt)\n[03:28.08] That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n[03:30.95] She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (ay)\n[03:33.99] I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n[03:36.54] She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (shawty a freak)\n[03:39.59] She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n[03:42.27] Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n[03:45.08] She tryna get on the court\n[03:46.78] I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n[03:49.50] Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n[03:52.23] Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n[03:54.27] Shout out to the ten, bitch, we tied in\n[03:56.66] Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n[03:59.96] Facts\n[04:10.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Da One\n  artist: 42 Dugg feat. 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(Facts, look)\n\n  My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n  My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n  My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n  When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n  Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n  Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n  They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n  They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\n  I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n  I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n  I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n  Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n  My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\n  I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n  Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n  Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n  We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\n  I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n\n  Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\n  Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  Still bought two to be safe\n  You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\n  Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\n  I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  She tryna get on the court\n  I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  Facts\n"},{"id":10355211,"name":"You da One","trackName":"You da One","artistName":"42 Dugg","albumName":"Young and Turnt","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\nAnd I'm ridin' with 'em\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\nI used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\nNow I do it for my son\nEverybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\nNo strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\nDouble back but bring a ton\nCatch him lackin', we gon' punish you\nSold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\nRan up in a money suit\nNo mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\nMy lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\nMy lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\nMy OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\nWhen you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\nMy lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\nNow she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\nYeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\nYeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\nThey play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\nThey say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\nI ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\nI'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\nI'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\nI fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\nNiggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\nMy niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\nI got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\nBitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\nOnce that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\nWhich one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\nAll in Vegas throwin' up my hood\nYeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\nKnew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\nI had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\nBoth had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\nMy lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\nThick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\nNiggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\nNiggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\nWe turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\nI'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\nAin't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\nYeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\nShout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\nText my plug, yeah, I need it\nUh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\nAin't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\nI'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\nTell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\nReal bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\nReal street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\nStreet nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\nLet's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\nSince we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\nShit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\nWe probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\nAnd I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\nSince I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\nThe other half on business, I'm tryna double up\nBitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\nDo whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\nStill bought two to be safe\nYou know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\nWhatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\nRemember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\nThe judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\nOrdered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\nStreets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\nRichard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\nGlock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\nMy men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\nMatchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\nI fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\nI fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\nI'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\nThat lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\nShe'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\nI took her from a lame, taught her how to live\nShe like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\nShe was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\nLike fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\nShe tryna get on the court\nI'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\nYeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\nShit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\nShout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\nAnywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\nFacts","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.03] Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n[00:07.07] And I'm ridin' with 'em\n[00:08.02] (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n[00:10.61] I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\n[00:14.66] Now I do it for my son\n[00:16.60] Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\n[00:19.97] No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\n[00:22.14] Double back but bring a ton\n[00:23.65] Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n[00:26.03] Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n[00:28.24] Ran up in a money suit\n[00:29.26] No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n[00:33.60] My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n[00:36.24] My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n[00:39.15] My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n[00:42.15] When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[00:45.03] My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n[00:47.72] Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n[00:50.60] Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n[00:53.31] Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n[00:56.24] They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n[00:59.02] They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n[01:01.82] I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n[01:04.98] I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n[01:08.00] I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n[01:10.78] I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n[01:13.75] Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n[01:16.31] My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[01:19.20] I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n[01:22.07] I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n[01:25.12] Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n[01:27.85] Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n[01:30.59] Which one of these lil' niggas would? 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(Duh)\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 128120\n- text: Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 128120\n  end_ms: 131090\n- text: I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  start_ms: 131090\n  end_ms: 133970\n- text: Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  start_ms: 133970\n  end_ms: 136390\n- text: Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  start_ms: 136390\n  end_ms: 139010\n- text: Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  start_ms: 139010\n  end_ms: 141700\n- text: Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  start_ms: 141700\n  end_ms: 144580\n- text: Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n  start_ms: 144580\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 149960\n- text: Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  start_ms: 149960\n  end_ms: 152590\n- text: We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  start_ms: 152590\n  end_ms: 155630\n- text: And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  start_ms: 155630\n  end_ms: 158570\n- text: Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  start_ms: 158570\n  end_ms: 161200\n- text: The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  start_ms: 161200\n  end_ms: 164250\n- text: Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  start_ms: 164250\n  end_ms: 166830\n- text: Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  start_ms: 166830\n  end_ms: 169740\n- text: Still bought two to be safe\n  start_ms: 169740\n  end_ms: 171320\n- text: You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  start_ms: 171320\n  end_ms: 174180\n- text: Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  start_ms: 174180\n  end_ms: 177090\n- text: Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  start_ms: 177090\n  end_ms: 179780\n- text: The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n  start_ms: 179780\n  end_ms: 182010\n- text: Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 182010\n  end_ms: 184370\n- text: Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  start_ms: 184370\n  end_ms: 187200\n- text: Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  start_ms: 187200\n  end_ms: 189990\n- text: Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  start_ms: 189990\n  end_ms: 192720\n- text: My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  start_ms: 192720\n  end_ms: 195840\n- text: Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  start_ms: 195840\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 201370\n- text: I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n  start_ms: 201370\n  end_ms: 204270\n- text: I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  start_ms: 204270\n  end_ms: 207040\n- text: That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  start_ms: 207040\n  end_ms: 209870\n- text: She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 209870\n  end_ms: 212840\n- text: I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  start_ms: 212840\n  end_ms: 215670\n- text: She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  start_ms: 215670\n  end_ms: 218610\n- text: She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  start_ms: 218610\n  end_ms: 221340\n- text: Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  start_ms: 221340\n  end_ms: 223960\n- text: She tryna get on the court\n  start_ms: 223960\n  end_ms: 225680\n- text: I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  start_ms: 225680\n  end_ms: 228130\n- text: Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  start_ms: 228130\n  end_ms: 231000\n- text: Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  start_ms: 231000\n  end_ms: 232540\n- text: Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  start_ms: 232540\n  end_ms: 235180\n- text: Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  start_ms: 235180\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: Facts\n  start_ms: 238060\nplain: |-\n  Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n  And I'm ridin' with 'em\n  (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n  I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\n  Now I do it for my son\n  Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\n  No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\n  Double back but bring a ton\n  Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n  Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n  Ran up in a money suit\n  No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n  My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n  My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n  My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n  When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n  Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n  Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n  They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n  They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n  I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n  I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n  I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n  Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n  My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n  I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n  Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n  Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n  We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n  I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n  Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n  Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  Still bought two to be safe\n  You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n  Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n  I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  She tryna get on the court\n  I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  Facts\n"},{"id":37846425,"name":"You Da One","trackName":"You Da One","artistName":"42 Dugg","albumName":"Young and Turnt","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\nAnd I'm ridin' with 'em\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\nI used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\nNow I do it for my son\nEverybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\nNo strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\nDouble back but bring a ton\nCatch him lackin', we gon' punish you\nSold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\nRan up in a money suit\nNo mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\nMy lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\nMy lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\nMy OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\nWhen you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\nMy lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\nNow she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\nYeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\nYeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\nThey play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\nThey say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\nI ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\nI'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\nI'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\nI fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\nNiggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\nMy niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\nI got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\nBitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\nOnce that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\nWhich one of these lil' niggas would? 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(Facts, look)\n[00:33.60]My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n[00:36.24]My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n[00:39.15]My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n[00:42.15]When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[00:45.03]My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n[00:47.72]Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n[00:50.60]Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n[00:53.31]Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n[00:56.24]They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n[00:59.02]They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n[01:01.82]I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n[01:04.98]I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n[01:08.00]I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n[01:10.78]I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n[01:13.75]Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n[01:16.31]My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[01:19.20]I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n[01:22.07]I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n[01:25.12]Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n[01:27.85]Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n[01:30.59]Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n[01:32.12]All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n[01:33.57]Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n[01:35.12]Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n[01:36.38]I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n[01:39.57]Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n[01:42.22]My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n[01:45.14]Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n[01:48.20]Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n[01:49.89]Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n[01:51.47]We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n[01:55.34]I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n[01:58.37]Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n[02:00.07]Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n[02:01.95]Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n[02:03.53]Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n[02:04.99]Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n[02:08.12]Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n[02:11.09]I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n[02:13.97]Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n[02:16.39]Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n[02:19.01]Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n[02:21.70]Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n[02:24.58]Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n[02:27.35]Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n[02:29.96]Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n[02:32.59]We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n[02:35.63]And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n[02:38.57]Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n[02:41.20]The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n[02:44.25]Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n[02:46.83]Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n[02:49.74]Still bought two to be safe\n[02:51.32]You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n[02:54.18]Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n[02:57.09]Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n[02:59.78]The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n[03:02.01]Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n[03:04.37]Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n[03:07.20]Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n[03:09.99]Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n[03:12.72]My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n[03:15.84]Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n[03:18.53]I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n[03:21.37]I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n[03:24.27]I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n[03:27.04]That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n[03:29.87]She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n[03:32.84]I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n[03:35.67]She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n[03:38.61]She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n[03:41.34]Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n[03:43.96]She tryna get on the court\n[03:45.68]I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n[03:48.13]Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n[03:51.00]Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n[03:52.54]Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n[03:55.18]Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n[03:58.06]Facts","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Da One\n  artist: 42 Dugg\n  album: Young and Turnt\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n  start_ms: 4030\n  end_ms: 7070\n- text: And I'm ridin' with 'em\n  start_ms: 7070\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 10610\n- text: I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\n  start_ms: 10610\n  end_ms: 14660\n- text: Now I do it for my son\n  start_ms: 14660\n  end_ms: 16600\n- text: Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\n  start_ms: 16600\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 22140\n- text: Double back but bring a ton\n  start_ms: 22140\n  end_ms: 23650\n- text: Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n  start_ms: 23650\n  end_ms: 26030\n- text: Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n  start_ms: 26030\n  end_ms: 28240\n- text: Ran up in a money suit\n  start_ms: 28240\n  end_ms: 29260\n- text: No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? 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(Facts, look)\n  My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n  My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n  My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n  When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n  Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n  Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n  They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n  They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n  I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n  I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n  I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n  Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n  My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n  I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n  I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n  Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n  Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n  We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n  I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n  Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n  Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  Still bought two to be safe\n  You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n  Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n  I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  She tryna get on the court\n  I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  Facts\n"},{"id":818844,"name":"You Da One (feat. Yo Gotti)","trackName":"You Da One (feat. Yo Gotti)","artistName":"42 Dugg","albumName":"Young And Turnt","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\nAnd I'm ridin' with 'em\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\n\nI used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\nNow I do it for my son\nEverybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\nNo strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\nDouble back but bring a ton\nCatch him lackin', we gon' punish you\nSold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\nRan up in a money suit\nNo mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n\nMy lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\nMy lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\nMy OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\nWhen you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nMy lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\nNow she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\nYeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\nYeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\nThey play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\nThey say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\nI ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\nI'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\nI'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\nI fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\nNiggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\nMy niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nI brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\nI got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\nBitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\nOnce that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\nWhich one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\nAll in Vegas throwin' up my hood\nYeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\nKnew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\nI had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\nBoth had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\nMy lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\nThick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\nNiggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\nNiggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\nWe turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\nI'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\nAin't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\nYeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\nShout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\nText my plug, yeah, I need it\n\nUh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\nAin't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\nI'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\nTell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\nReal bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\nReal street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\nStreet nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\nLet's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\nSince we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\nShit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\nWe probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\nAnd I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\nSince I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\nThe other half on business, I'm tryna double up\nBitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\nDo whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\nStill bought two to be safe\nYou know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\nWhatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\nRemember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\nThe judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\nOrdered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\nStreets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\nRichard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\nGlock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\nMy men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\nMatchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\nI fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\nI fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\nI'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\nThat lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\nShe'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\nI took her from a lame, taught her how to live\nShe like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\nShe was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\nLike fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\nShe tryna get on the court\nI'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\nYeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\nShit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\nShout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\nAnywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\nFacts","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.67] Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n[00:07.46] And I'm ridin' with 'em (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n[00:11.45] I used to get the pack when I was young (me too, yeah)\n[00:15.23] Now I do it for my son\n[00:16.85] Everybody behind me like I'm the one (you is, nigga, yes)\n[00:20.94] No strap gon' get it done (brrt)\n[00:22.30] Double back but bring a ton\n[00:23.86] Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n[00:26.77] Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n[00:28.61] Ran up in a money suit, no mask on, just a monkey suit\n[00:31.48] Fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n[00:33.96] My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (oh yeah?)\n[00:36.71] My lil' doggy from the East just put me up on a play (what up, dude?)\n[00:39.73] My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (facts)\n[00:42.41] When you sign with me, that shit come with a brick and a K (ay, ay, ay)\n[00:45.27] My lil' freaky bitch, Tasha, used to hang with the costers\n[00:48.19] Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n[00:51.09] Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (ay), all they coppin' is bales\n[00:53.99] Yeah, they leave with 24 and that's on top of the 12\n[00:56.42] They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (yeah)\n[00:59.23] They say that letter was loud (yeah), I got 'em watchin' the mail\n[01:02.48] I ain't dropped in a year, so the streets been fiendin'\n[01:05.55] I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n[01:08.14] I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (yeah)\n[01:11.40] I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (ask her)\n[01:14.09] Niggas talkin' big work, and they ain't never sold dope\n[01:16.62] My niggas doin' fed time, and I'm just here to give 'em hope (ay, ay, ay)\n[01:19.38] I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n[01:22.25] I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n[01:25.52] Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n[01:28.11] Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n[01:30.92] Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n[01:32.39] All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n[01:33.77] Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n[01:35.15] Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n[01:36.64] I had 250 at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n[01:39.91] Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n[01:42.75] My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n[01:45.60] Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs\n[01:48.58] Look, niggas hatin', but we don't see 'em\n[01:50.46] Niggas locked, we hollerin', \"Free 'em\"\n[01:51.98] We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n[01:55.84] I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n[01:58.68] Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n[02:00.22] Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n[02:02.25] Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n[02:03.66] Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n[02:05.31] Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n[02:08.75] Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (yeah)\n[02:11.65] I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (beep)\n[02:14.53] Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (here I come)\n[02:17.38] Real bosses (bosses), fuck with only bosses (ay, bosses)\n[02:20.24] Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (ay, on God)\n[02:23.09] Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (no more losses)\n[02:25.82] Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n[02:27.95] Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n[02:30.88] Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n[02:33.65] We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n[02:36.44] And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I've been on my toes\n[02:39.33] Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n[02:42.28] The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n[02:45.15] Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n[02:48.15] Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n[02:50.87] Still bought two to be safe\n[02:52.12] You know we fuck with the ten, you know we fuck with the Bay\n[02:55.01] Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n[02:57.91] Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' their plates\n[03:00.84] The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\" (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.86] Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (yeah)\n[03:05.02] Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n[03:08.22] Richard Mille, 250 for whatever in the safe (woo!)\n[03:10.93] Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (woo!)\n[03:13.81] My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (damn)\n[03:16.77] Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (damn)\n[03:19.32] I fuck with Jay, so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'Ussé\n[03:22.23] I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n[03:25.03] I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates (skrrt)\n[03:28.08] That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n[03:30.95] She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (ay)\n[03:33.99] I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n[03:36.54] She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (shawty a freak)\n[03:39.59] She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n[03:42.27] Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n[03:45.08] She tryna get on the court\n[03:46.78] I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n[03:49.50] Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n[03:52.23] Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n[03:54.27] Shout out to the ten, bitch, we tied in\n[03:56.66] Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n[03:59.96] Facts\n[04:10.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Da One (feat. 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(Facts, look)\n\n  My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n  My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n  My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n  When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n  Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n  Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n  They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n  They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\n  I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n  I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n  I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n  Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n  My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\n  I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n  Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n  Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n  We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\n  I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n\n  Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\n  Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  Still bought two to be safe\n  You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\n  Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\n  I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  She tryna get on the court\n  I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  Facts\n"},{"id":8416552,"name":"You Da One","trackName":"You Da One","artistName":"42 Dugg/Yo Gotti","albumName":"Young and Turnt","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\nAnd I'm ridin' with 'em\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\n\nI used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\nNow I do it for my son\nEverybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\nNo strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\nDouble back but bring a ton\nCatch him lackin', we gon' punish you\nSold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\nRan up in a money suit\nNo mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n\nMy lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\nMy lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\nMy OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\nWhen you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nMy lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\nNow she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\nYeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\nYeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\nThey play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\nThey say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\nI ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\nI'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\nI'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\nI fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\nNiggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\nMy niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nI brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\nI got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\nBitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\nOnce that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\nWhich one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\nAll in Vegas throwin' up my hood\nYeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\nKnew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\nI had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\nBoth had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\nMy lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\nThick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\nNiggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\nNiggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\nWe turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\nI'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\nAin't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\nYeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\nShout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\nText my plug, yeah, I need it\n\nUh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\nAin't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\nI'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\nTell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\nReal bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\nReal street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\nStreet nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\nLet's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\nSince we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\nShit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\nWe probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\nAnd I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\nSince I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\nThe other half on business, I'm tryna double up\nBitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\nDo whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\nStill bought two to be safe\nYou know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\nWhatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\nRemember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\nThe judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\nOrdered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\nStreets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\nRichard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\nGlock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\nMy men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\nMatchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\nI fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\nI fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\nI'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\nThat lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\nShe'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\nI took her from a lame, taught her how to live\nShe like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\nShe was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\nLike fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\nShe tryna get on the court\nI'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\nYeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\nShit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\nShout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\nAnywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\nFacts","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.67] Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n[00:07.46] And I'm ridin' with 'em (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n[00:11.45] I used to get the pack when I was young (me too, yeah)\n[00:15.23] Now I do it for my son\n[00:16.85] Everybody behind me like I'm the one (you is, nigga, yes)\n[00:20.94] No strap gon' get it done (brrt)\n[00:22.30] Double back but bring a ton\n[00:23.86] Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n[00:26.77] Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n[00:28.61] Ran up in a money suit, no mask on, just a monkey suit\n[00:31.48] Fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n[00:33.96] My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (oh yeah?)\n[00:36.71] My lil' doggy from the East just put me up on a play (what up, dude?)\n[00:39.73] My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (facts)\n[00:42.41] When you sign with me, that shit come with a brick and a K (ay, ay, ay)\n[00:45.27] My lil' freaky bitch, Tasha, used to hang with the costers\n[00:48.19] Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n[00:51.09] Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (ay), all they coppin' is bales\n[00:53.99] Yeah, they leave with 24 and that's on top of the 12\n[00:56.42] They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (yeah)\n[00:59.23] They say that letter was loud (yeah), I got 'em watchin' the mail\n[01:02.48] I ain't dropped in a year, so the streets been fiendin'\n[01:05.55] I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n[01:08.14] I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (yeah)\n[01:11.40] I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (ask her)\n[01:14.09] Niggas talkin' big work, and they ain't never sold dope\n[01:16.62] My niggas doin' fed time, and I'm just here to give 'em hope (ay, ay, ay)\n[01:19.38] I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n[01:22.25] I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n[01:25.52] Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n[01:28.11] Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n[01:30.92] Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n[01:32.39] All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n[01:33.77] Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n[01:35.15] Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n[01:36.64] I had 250 at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n[01:39.91] Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n[01:42.75] My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n[01:45.60] Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs\n[01:48.58] Look, niggas hatin', but we don't see 'em\n[01:50.46] Niggas locked, we hollerin', \"Free 'em\"\n[01:51.98] We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n[01:55.84] I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n[01:58.68] Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n[02:00.22] Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n[02:02.25] Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n[02:03.66] Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n[02:05.31] Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n[02:08.75] Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (yeah)\n[02:11.65] I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (beep)\n[02:14.53] Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (here I come)\n[02:17.38] Real bosses (bosses), fuck with only bosses (ay, bosses)\n[02:20.24] Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (ay, on God)\n[02:23.09] Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (no more losses)\n[02:25.82] Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n[02:27.95] Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n[02:30.88] Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n[02:33.65] We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n[02:36.44] And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I've been on my toes\n[02:39.33] Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n[02:42.28] The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n[02:45.15] Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n[02:48.15] Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n[02:50.87] Still bought two to be safe\n[02:52.12] You know we fuck with the ten, you know we fuck with the Bay\n[02:55.01] Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n[02:57.91] Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' their plates\n[03:00.84] The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\" (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.86] Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (yeah)\n[03:05.02] Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n[03:08.22] Richard Mille, 250 for whatever in the safe (woo!)\n[03:10.93] Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (woo!)\n[03:13.81] My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (damn)\n[03:16.77] Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (damn)\n[03:19.32] I fuck with Jay, so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'Ussé\n[03:22.23] I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n[03:25.03] I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates (skrrt)\n[03:28.08] That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n[03:30.95] She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (ay)\n[03:33.99] I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n[03:36.54] She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (shawty a freak)\n[03:39.59] She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n[03:42.27] Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n[03:45.08] She tryna get on the court\n[03:46.78] I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n[03:49.50] Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n[03:52.23] Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n[03:54.27] Shout out to the ten, bitch, we tied in\n[03:56.66] Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n[03:59.96] Facts\n[04:10.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Da One\n  artist: 42 Dugg/Yo Gotti\n  album: Young and Turnt\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n  start_ms: 4670\n  end_ms: 7460\n- text: And I'm ridin' with 'em (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n  start_ms: 7460\n  end_ms: 11450\n- text: I used to get the pack when I was young (me too, yeah)\n  start_ms: 11450\n  end_ms: 15230\n- text: Now I do it for my son\n  start_ms: 15230\n  end_ms: 16850\n- text: Everybody behind me like I'm the one (you is, nigga, yes)\n  start_ms: 16850\n  end_ms: 20940\n- text: No strap gon' get it done (brrt)\n  start_ms: 20940\n  end_ms: 22300\n- text: Double back but bring a ton\n  start_ms: 22300\n  end_ms: 23860\n- text: Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n  start_ms: 23860\n  end_ms: 26770\n- text: Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n  start_ms: 26770\n  end_ms: 28610\n- text: Ran up in a money suit, no mask on, just a monkey suit\n  start_ms: 28610\n  end_ms: 31480\n- text: Fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n  start_ms: 31480\n  end_ms: 33960\n- text: My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (oh yeah?)\n  start_ms: 33960\n  end_ms: 36710\n- text: My lil' doggy from the East just put me up on a play (what up, dude?)\n  start_ms: 36710\n  end_ms: 39730\n- text: My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (facts)\n  start_ms: 39730\n  end_ms: 42410\n- text: When you sign with me, that shit come with a brick and a K (ay, ay, ay)\n  start_ms: 42410\n  end_ms: 45270\n- text: My lil' freaky bitch, Tasha, used to hang with the costers\n  start_ms: 45270\n  end_ms: 48190\n- text: Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  start_ms: 48190\n  end_ms: 51090\n- text: Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (ay), all they coppin' is bales\n  start_ms: 51090\n  end_ms: 53990\n- text: Yeah, they leave with 24 and that's on top of the 12\n  start_ms: 53990\n  end_ms: 56420\n- text: They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (yeah)\n  start_ms: 56420\n  end_ms: 59230\n- text: They say that letter was loud (yeah), I got 'em watchin' the mail\n  start_ms: 59230\n  end_ms: 62480\n- text: I ain't dropped in a year, so the streets been fiendin'\n  start_ms: 62480\n  end_ms: 65550\n- text: I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  start_ms: 65550\n  end_ms: 68140\n- text: I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (yeah)\n  start_ms: 68140\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (ask her)\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 74090\n- text: Niggas talkin' big work, and they ain't never sold dope\n  start_ms: 74090\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: My niggas doin' fed time, and I'm just here to give 'em hope (ay, ay, ay)\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 82250\n- text: I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  start_ms: 82250\n  end_ms: 85520\n- text: Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  start_ms: 85520\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 90920\n- text: Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 90920\n  end_ms: 92390\n- text: All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  start_ms: 92390\n  end_ms: 93770\n- text: Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  start_ms: 93770\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 96640\n- text: I had 250 at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  start_ms: 96640\n  end_ms: 99910\n- text: Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  start_ms: 99910\n  end_ms: 102750\n- text: My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  start_ms: 102750\n  end_ms: 105600\n- text: Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs\n  start_ms: 105600\n  end_ms: 108580\n- text: Look, niggas hatin', but we don't see 'em\n  start_ms: 108580\n  end_ms: 110460\n- text: Niggas locked, we hollerin', \"Free 'em\"\n  start_ms: 110460\n  end_ms: 111980\n- text: We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n  start_ms: 111980\n  end_ms: 115840\n- text: I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  start_ms: 115840\n  end_ms: 118680\n- text: Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  start_ms: 118680\n  end_ms: 120220\n- text: Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  start_ms: 120220\n  end_ms: 122250\n- text: Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  start_ms: 122250\n  end_ms: 123660\n- text: Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n  start_ms: 123660\n  end_ms: 125310\n- text: Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  start_ms: 125310\n  end_ms: 128750\n- text: Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (yeah)\n  start_ms: 128750\n  end_ms: 131650\n- text: I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (beep)\n  start_ms: 131650\n  end_ms: 134530\n- text: Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (here I come)\n  start_ms: 134530\n  end_ms: 137380\n- text: Real bosses (bosses), fuck with only bosses (ay, bosses)\n  start_ms: 137380\n  end_ms: 140240\n- text: Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (ay, on God)\n  start_ms: 140240\n  end_ms: 143090\n- text: Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (no more losses)\n  start_ms: 143090\n  end_ms: 145820\n- text: Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n  start_ms: 145820\n  end_ms: 147950\n- text: Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  start_ms: 147950\n  end_ms: 150880\n- text: Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  start_ms: 150880\n  end_ms: 153650\n- text: We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  start_ms: 153650\n  end_ms: 156440\n- text: And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I've been on my toes\n  start_ms: 156440\n  end_ms: 159330\n- text: Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  start_ms: 159330\n  end_ms: 162280\n- text: The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  start_ms: 162280\n  end_ms: 165150\n- text: Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  start_ms: 165150\n  end_ms: 168150\n- text: Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  start_ms: 168150\n  end_ms: 170870\n- text: Still bought two to be safe\n  start_ms: 170870\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: You know we fuck with the ten, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 175010\n- text: Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  start_ms: 175010\n  end_ms: 177910\n- text: Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' their plates\n  start_ms: 177910\n  end_ms: 180840\n- text: The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\" (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 180840\n  end_ms: 182860\n- text: Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (yeah)\n  start_ms: 182860\n  end_ms: 185020\n- text: Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  start_ms: 185020\n  end_ms: 188220\n- text: Richard Mille, 250 for whatever in the safe (woo!)\n  start_ms: 188220\n  end_ms: 190930\n- text: Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (woo!)\n  start_ms: 190930\n  end_ms: 193810\n- text: My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (damn)\n  start_ms: 193810\n  end_ms: 196770\n- text: Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (damn)\n  start_ms: 196770\n  end_ms: 199320\n- text: I fuck with Jay, so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'Ussé\n  start_ms: 199320\n  end_ms: 202230\n- text: I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n  start_ms: 202230\n  end_ms: 205030\n- text: I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates (skrrt)\n  start_ms: 205030\n  end_ms: 208080\n- text: That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  start_ms: 208080\n  end_ms: 210950\n- text: She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (ay)\n  start_ms: 210950\n  end_ms: 213990\n- text: I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  start_ms: 213990\n  end_ms: 216540\n- text: She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (shawty a freak)\n  start_ms: 216540\n  end_ms: 219590\n- text: She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  start_ms: 219590\n  end_ms: 222270\n- text: Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  start_ms: 222270\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: She tryna get on the court\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 226780\n- text: I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  start_ms: 226780\n  end_ms: 229500\n- text: Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  start_ms: 229500\n  end_ms: 232230\n- text: Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  start_ms: 232230\n  end_ms: 234270\n- text: Shout out to the ten, bitch, we tied in\n  start_ms: 234270\n  end_ms: 236660\n- text: Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  start_ms: 236660\n  end_ms: 239960\n- text: Facts\n  start_ms: 239960\n  end_ms: 250010\nplain: |-\n  Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)\n  And I'm ridin' with 'em\n  (Helluva made this beat, baby)\n\n  I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)\n  Now I do it for my son\n  Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)\n  No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)\n  Double back but bring a ton\n  Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you\n  Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two\n  Ran up in a money suit\n  No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)\n\n  My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)\n  My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)\n  My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)\n  When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers\n  Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta\n  Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales\n  Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve\n  They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)\n  They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)\n\n  I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'\n  I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon\n  I'm in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)\n  I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)\n  Niggas talkin' big work and ain't never sold dope\n  My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\n  I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I knew the ropes\n  I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight\n  Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae\n  Once that wire touch, I'm good, I ain't put shit up, baby, I'm Dugg\n  Which one of these lil' niggas would? (Yeah)\n  All in Vegas throwin' up my hood\n  Yeah, I'm straight, baby, get right\n  Knew you was fuckin', shit, that's light\n\n  I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym\n  Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM\n  My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim\n  Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look\n  Niggas hatin' but we don't see 'em\n  Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em\n  We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M's\n\n  I'll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap\n  Ain't gotta ask, baby, I'm that\n  Yeah, I'm him, don't do no 'voiding, baby, that's them\n  Shout out my lawyer, happy I'm free\n  Text my plug, yeah, I need it\n\n  Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I'm the plug? (Duh)\n  Ain't a hood in America don't show me love (Yeah)\n  I'm about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)\n  Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)\n  Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)\n  Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)\n  Street nigga, I ain't takin' no more losses (No more losses)\n  Let's count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted\n\n  Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours\n  Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours\n  We probably kill all fives, bro, I don't trust no hoes\n  And I ain't coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes\n  Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama\n  The other half on business, I'm tryna double up\n  Bitch, you get left if you ain't come with us, let's run it up\n  Do whatever it take, she like, \"Dugg, one enough\"\n  Still bought two to be safe\n  You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay\n  Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth\n  Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates\n  The judge dismissed all charges like, \"Good luck and be safe\"\n\n  Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)\n  Streets say I'm one of a kind (I am), I just can't be replaced (I can't)\n  Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)\n  Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)\n  My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)\n  Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)\n  I fuck with Jay so I ain't sippin' Henn', I'm drinkin' D'usse\n  I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State\n\n  I'm sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates\n  That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake\n  She'll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)\n  I took her from a lame, taught her how to live\n  She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)\n  She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'\n  Like fuck whoever, I'm all in, I know you heard I was ballin'\n  She tryna get on the court\n  I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch\n  Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport\n  Shit, I'm just happy I'm ridin'\n  Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in\n  Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten\n  Facts\n"}]