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I bonita, get a mulita\n[02:51.59] \n[02:55.96] Yeah\n[02:57.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: damn right pt. 2\n artist: audrey nuna dj snak\n album: damn right pt. 2\n duration_ms: 186000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, one-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers\n start_ms: 11290\n end_ms: 14550\n- text: Three, two, three, better blow ya momma's teeth out\n start_ms: 14550\n end_ms: 17540\n- text: I chew like I'm pika, then I spit like I'm Nina\n start_ms: 17540\n end_ms: 20440\n- text: Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers\n start_ms: 20440\n end_ms: 23540\n- text: One-two fleeka, might need some anesthesia\n start_ms: 23540\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita\n start_ms: 26440\n end_ms: 29480\n- text: Achu like paprika, then I wanna spit like Aretha\n start_ms: 29480\n end_ms: 32440\n- text: You see me? You feel me? You got me? Eureka\n start_ms: 32440\n end_ms: 35010\n- text: What you want? 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(What you want?)\n[01:41.75] Everybody knows my name, what you want? 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I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo\n[02:42.87] Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo\n[02:45.85] Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo\n[02:48.76] Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita\n[02:51.59] \n[02:55.96] Yeah\n[02:57.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: damn Right Pt. 2\n artist: AUDREY NUNA;DJ Snake\n album: damn Right Pt. 2\n duration_ms: 182000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, one-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers\n start_ms: 11290\n end_ms: 14550\n- text: Three, two, three, better blow ya momma's teeth out\n start_ms: 14550\n end_ms: 17540\n- text: I chew like I'm pika, then I spit like I'm Nina\n start_ms: 17540\n end_ms: 20440\n- text: Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers\n start_ms: 20440\n end_ms: 23540\n- text: One-two fleeka, might need some anesthesia\n start_ms: 23540\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita\n start_ms: 26440\n end_ms: 29480\n- text: Achu like paprika, then I wanna spit like Aretha\n start_ms: 29480\n end_ms: 32440\n- text: You see me? You feel me? You got me? Eureka\n start_ms: 32440\n end_ms: 35010\n- text: What you want? 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