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(Would you thot for me, babe?)\nI know that you a rider, would you die for me, babe? (Come on)\n\nSay that there, leave that there\nWe both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare\nWe ate angel hairs, they gon' hate, but they can't compete or compare\nA$AP\nDoechii\nToo chic, ah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.34] Superstar, jazz man, no guitar, rockstar\n[00:06.93] In charge, in the general, my gunners pop off\n[00:09.57] Popcorns, y'all coons, all y'all do is log on\n[00:11.72] New York, eat a glizzy, now these niggas hot, dog\n[00:14.23] AK in the seat, always been a hot boy\n[00:16.53] Dolce on the briefs, always been a top dog\n[00:18.74] Flacko Season, socks on, some think I robbed them\n[00:21.21] Why last seven years, only dropped like five songs?\n[00:24.04] Peace, love, bye, God, big bodyguards\n[00:26.38] Strong arm, buy guns, let bygones be bygones\n[00:28.80] Can't do a fit check, you'd get the price wrong\n[00:31.39] Snake printed leather, but you picked a python (shh, yeah)\n[00:38.88] Mm, come on, get on top of me, baby\n[00:41.26] You like the way I shop, well, you should sponsor me, baby, uh\n[00:44.35] I'm the Basquiat Banji, I know you want my Bantu knots in your 'Cedes, uh\n[00:49.20] Say that there, leave that there, we both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare\n[00:53.45] Them late nights, we ate angel hairs, they gon' hate where they can't compete or compare\n[00:58.82] Sex on the beach, please don't spill it on the mink, mwah\n[01:01.50] Address me as Chi-Chi, not Doechii, when I'm in the wild, mwah\n[01:04.45] Rubies on the brooch, vintage leather Coach\n[01:06.32] You ain't invent this, ho, so please don't approach, mwah\n[01:09.53] Watch my Black ass sit on this suede seat, mwah\n[01:11.84] We takin' up space, these White folks don't phase me, mwah\n[01:14.79] Let's propose a toast, looks could kill the host\n[01:16.85] Princess cut diamonds on me, so cutthroat, mwah\n[01:19.79] Come on, rock with me, babe, and take it all off, it's a robbery, babe, uh\n[01:23.94] Yeah, get on top of me, babe, open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe\n[01:29.34] Make it hot for me (give me just a little), babe, kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe, uh\n[01:34.10] Got it out the mud, whipped it out the bowl, drop it on the scales to sell it down the road\n[01:37.99] Went from printed tees to vintage tees, now it's princess cuts to kiss the queen\n[01:42.85] If I'm the king of fashion, you the prince of thieves, so just bow your head and kiss the ring\n[01:47.74] Put on all my chains, I'm Mr. T and if you tattletale, I'm Pistol Pete\n[01:52.52] Boy, they slidin', they steppin', won't miss the beat\n[01:54.94] Rob you to your face, thank you, and pinch your cheek, mwah\n[01:59.26] And I'm tired of you niggas, honestly, nigga\n[02:01.35] I had to dust the crown on you niggas, I frown on you niggas\n[02:03.55] I had to get from 'round of you niggas\n[02:05.31] I ain't bowin' down to not nan' one of you niggas\n[02:07.76] Fashion killer, ain't no gun on me, nigga\n[02:09.50] You ain't gotta be my blood to be a son of me, nigga, what?\n[02:12.69] Real rap bitch, no prosthetics\n[02:14.96] I'm prophetic, nigga, suckin' off my tits\n[02:17.19] Ah-em, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I don't mean to disturb\n[02:20.28] But this is a robbery, yes, you heard right (everybody on the motherfuckin' floor)\n[02:24.22] Now I'm gonna need everybody on the left to get undressed (brr), pause (get the fuck down, bitch)\n[02:28.12] Your phones, your credit cards, keys to the cars\n[02:30.18] On my right, don't move, don't make a sound, you'll be aight (don't move a muscle, nigga)\n[02:32.46] You can keep your pride in your life\n[02:33.55] Ay-ay-ay, player, ay, player, let me see that ice\n[02:36.76] My number one option, for sure (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)\n[02:38.41] You've been runnin' through my mind like an obstacle course\n[02:40.87] Got my hands on the thighs with my eyes on the door\n[02:43.28] Cupid shot through my heart, then I dropped to the floor\n[02:45.57] Now you gettin' all this blood all over Flacko décor\n[02:48.05] Know you love you a baddie from a tropical shore\n[02:50.43] Put your bags in my trunk like the top of the Porsche\n[02:52.94] Plus the Rolls open up like them hospital doors, ah\n[02:55.90] Yeah, yeah, now come and rock with me, babe (rock with me, babe)\n[02:58.19] Take it all off 'cause it's a robbery, babe (robbery, babe)\n[03:00.44] Take it off, take it off and get on top of me, babe (on top of me)\n[03:03.29] Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe (I'll open up my legs)\n[03:05.93] That's right, make it hot for me, babe (make it hot for me, babe)\n[03:08.49] Kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe (you can swallow me, babe)\n[03:10.92] I know that you a lady, would you thot for me, babe? 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(Would you thot for me, babe?)\n  start_ms: 190920\n  end_ms: 193470\n- text: I know that you a rider, would you die for me, babe? (Come on)\n  start_ms: 193470\n  end_ms: 196760\n- text: Say that there, leave that there\n  start_ms: 196760\n  end_ms: 198470\n- text: We both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare\n  start_ms: 198470\n  end_ms: 202220\n- text: We ate angel hairs, they gon' hate, but they can't compete or compare\n  start_ms: 202220\n  end_ms: 209860\n- text: A$AP\n  start_ms: 209860\n  end_ms: 212240\n- text: Doechii\n  start_ms: 212240\n  end_ms: 214820\n- text: Too chic, ah\n  start_ms: 214820\n  end_ms: 217640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217640\nplain: |-\n  Superstar, jazz man, no guitar, rockstar\n  In charge, in the general, my gunners pop off\n  Popcorns, y'all coons, all y'all do is log on\n  New York, eat a glizzy, now these niggas hot, dog\n  AK in the seat, always been a hot boy\n  Dolce on the briefs, always been a top dog\n  Flacko Season, socks on, some think I robbed them\n  Why last seven years, only dropped like five songs?\n\n  Peace, love, bye, God, big bodyguards\n  Strong arm, buy guns, let bygones be bygones\n  Can't do a fit check, you'd get the price wrong\n  Snake printed leather, but you picked a python (shh, yeah)\n\n  Mm, come on, get on top of me, baby\n  You like the way I shop, well, you should sponsor me, baby, uh\n  I'm the Basquiat Banji, I know you want my Bantu knots in your 'Cedes, uh\n  Say that there, leave that there, we both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare\n  Them late nights, we ate angel hairs, they gon' hate where they can't compete or compare\n\n  Sex on the beach, please don't spill it on the mink, mwah\n  Address me as Chi-Chi, not Doechii, when I'm in the wild, mwah\n  Rubies on the brooch, vintage leather Coach\n  You ain't invent this, ho, so please don't approach, mwah\n  Watch my Black ass sit on this suede seat, mwah\n  We takin' up space, these White folks don't phase me, mwah\n  Let's propose a toast, looks could kill the host\n  Princess cut diamonds on me, so cutthroat, mwah\n\n  Come on, rock with me, babe, and take it all off, it's a robbery, babe, uh\n  Yeah, get on top of me, babe, open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe\n  Make it hot for me (give me just a little), babe, kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe, uh\n\n  Got it out the mud, whipped it out the bowl, drop it on the scales to sell it down the road\n  Went from printed tees to vintage tees, now it's princess cuts to kiss the queen\n  If I'm the king of fashion, you the prince of thieves, so just bow your head and kiss the ring\n  Put on all my chains, I'm Mr. T and if you tattletale, I'm Pistol Pete\n  Boy, they slidin', they steppin', won't miss the beat\n  Rob you to your face, thank you, and pinch your cheek, mwah\n\n  And I'm tired of you niggas, honestly, nigga\n  I had to dust the crown on you niggas, I frown on you niggas\n  I had to get from 'round of you niggas\n  I ain't bowin' down to not nan' one of you niggas\n  Fashion killer, ain't no gun on me, nigga\n  You ain't gotta be my blood to be a son of me, nigga, what?\n  Real rap bitch, no prosthetics\n  I'm prophetic, nigga, suckin' off my tits\n\n  Ah-em, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I don't mean to disturb\n  But this is a robbery, yes, you heard right (everybody on the motherfuckin' floor)\n  Now I'm gonna need everybody on the left to get undressed (brr), pause (get the fuck down, bitch)\n  Your phones, your credit cards, keys to the cars\n  On my right, don't move, don't make a sound, you'll be aight (don't move a muscle, nigga)\n  You can keep your pride in your life\n  Ay-ay-ay, player, ay, player, let me see that ice\n\n  My number one option, for sure (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)\n  You've been runnin' through my mind like an obstacle course\n  Got my hands on the thighs with my eyes on the door\n  Cupid shot through my heart, then I dropped to the floor\n  Now you gettin' all this blood all over Flacko décor\n  Know you love you a baddie from a tropical shore\n  Put your bags in my trunk like the top of the Porsche\n  Plus the Rolls open up like them hospital doors, ah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, now come and rock with me, babe (rock with me, babe)\n  Take it all off 'cause it's a robbery, babe (robbery, babe)\n  Take it off, take it off and get on top of me, babe (on top of me)\n  Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe (I'll open up my legs)\n  That's right, make it hot for me, babe (make it hot for me, babe)\n  Kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe (you can swallow me, babe)\n  I know that you a lady, would you thot for me, babe? (Would you thot for me, babe?)\n  I know that you a rider, would you die for me, babe? (Come on)\n\n  Say that there, leave that there\n  We both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare\n  We ate angel hairs, they gon' hate, but they can't compete or compare\n  A$AP\n  Doechii\n  Too chic, ah\n"}]