[{"id":4202940,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":13842301,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":228.2840832,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 228284\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? 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Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":22373923,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":35972473,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":12623967,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab-Soul;Jinx;SHORT DAWG","albumName":"These Days...","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab-Soul;Jinx;SHORT DAWG\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":4856090,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab‐Soul feat. Jinx & Short Dawg","albumName":"These Days…","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab‐Soul feat. Jinx & Short Dawg\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":4202939,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab-Soul feat. Jinx & Short Dawg","albumName":"These Days...","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab-Soul feat. Jinx & Short Dawg\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":10221768,"name":"Twact","trackName":"Twact","artistName":"Ab-Soul feat․ Jinx & Short Dawg","albumName":"These Days․․․","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact\n  artist: Ab-Soul feat․ Jinx & Short Dawg\n  album: These Days․․․\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":6195691,"name":"Twact (feat. Jinx & Short Dawg)","trackName":"Twact (feat. Jinx & Short Dawg)","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact (feat. Jinx & Short Dawg)\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":24161993,"name":"Twact (feat. Jinx & Short Dawg)","trackName":"Twact (feat. Jinx & Short Dawg)","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"These Days…","duration":228.284082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact (feat. Jinx & Short Dawg)\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: These Days…\n  duration_ms: 228284\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":34591614,"name":"Twact ft. Jinx, Short Dawg","trackName":"Twact ft. Jinx, Short Dawg","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days...","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact ft. Jinx, Short Dawg\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days...\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"},{"id":29917253,"name":"Twact Feat Jinx and Short Dawg","trackName":"Twact Feat Jinx and Short Dawg","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"These Days","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jinx what up my nigga?\nSoulo\n\nI get turnt, I get rowdy\nBackwood full of some of the loudy!\nI'm fucked up! I get wasted\nThat's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\nI'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker I'm Twact!\n(I get high, she get low)\nMotherfucker!\n\nUh, Twact out till I pass out\nIf you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\nFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\nHouse poppin' like a Frat House\nKeep 16s like a verse nigga\nCodeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\nI popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\nI get the dough and bring it home, to the family\nSee I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\nI'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\nUh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\nDouble cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\nYou see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\nA real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\nI pulled up to the function with the pack\nTurnt in this bitch to the max!\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nI just got home boy I'm glad I made it\nThe Codeine got me activated\nNew mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\nKnow I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\nI mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\nH Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n(?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\nAnd now on a mission just to get some cheeks\nIf she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\nI don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\nCause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\nAnd I'm back on the road sipping mud again\nTryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\nThe cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nSoulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\nThis ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\nI might even set up my camera too\nOh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\nThem other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\nNo, they ain't on and ain't on shit\nYeah they on that, I'm on this...\nNo necklace cause I be off the chain\nAnd all they say is yes when everybody know your name\nGot a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\nUnless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\nSeals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\nEh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\nMy nigga I'm twact (I get high)\nTurkey bag full of that gas\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nStyrofoam cups, no glass\nNigga I'm twact (get high)\nGot them bars on me, no rap\nNigga I'm twact (she get low)\nI don't even know where I'm at\nNigga I'm Twact!\n\nBMB, TDE\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\nLadi-dadi we likes to party\nWe might cause trouble, we might body somebody\nAh! Ah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Jinx what up my nigga?\n[00:06.53] Soulo\n[00:09.57] I get turnt, I get rowdy\n[00:12.46] Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n[00:14.45] I'm fucked up! I get wasted\n[00:16.73] That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n[00:19.65] I'm Twact!\n[00:20.44] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:23.50] Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n[00:26.46] (I get high, she get low)\n[00:28.67] Motherfucker!\n[00:29.41] Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n[00:32.58] If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n[00:35.45] Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n[00:38.61] House poppin' like a Frat House\n[00:39.33] Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n[00:42.41] Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n[00:44.57] I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n[00:47.49] I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n[00:49.79] See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n[00:52.59] I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n[00:54.42] Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n[00:56.73] Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n[00:59.48] You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n[01:01.55] A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n[01:03.84] I pulled up to the function with the pack\n[01:06.40] Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n[01:08.39] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[01:11.42] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[01:13.08] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:16.45] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[01:18.32] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[01:19.82] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[01:23.32] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[01:25.79] I don't even know where I'm at\n[01:28.17] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[01:29.45] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n[01:31.54] The Codeine got me activated\n[01:33.61] New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n[01:36.55] Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n[01:38.60] I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n[01:40.88] H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n[01:48.56] (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n[01:49.38] And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n[01:51.24] If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n[01:53.58] I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n[01:55.62] Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n[01:58.45] And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n[02:00.66] Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n[02:03.41] The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n[02:07.55] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[02:10.45] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[02:12.43] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:15.28] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[02:17.24] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[02:19.69] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[02:21.82] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[02:24.64] I don't even know where I'm at\n[02:27.08] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[02:28.25] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n[02:32.23] This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n[02:35.33] I might even set up my camera too\n[02:37.48] Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n[02:39.55] Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n[02:42.35] No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n[02:44.57] Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n[02:46.42] No necklace cause I be off the chain\n[02:49.41] And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n[02:51.51] Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n[02:54.44] Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n[02:57.56] Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n[03:02.42] Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n[03:06.82] My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n[03:09.53] Turkey bag full of that gas\n[03:11.31] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:14.57] Styrofoam cups, no glass\n[03:16.62] Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n[03:19.43] Got them bars on me, no rap\n[03:21.33] Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n[03:23.38] I don't even know where I'm at\n[03:26.45] Nigga I'm Twact!\n[03:27.89] BMB, TDE\n[03:31.44] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:34.39] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:36.67] Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n[03:41.48] Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n[03:44.58] We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n[03:46.40] Ah! Ah!\n[03:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twact Feat Jinx and Short Dawg\n  artist: Ab-Soul\n  album: These Days\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Jinx what up my nigga?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 6530\n- text: Soulo\n  start_ms: 6530\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: I get turnt, I get rowdy\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Backwood full of some of the loudy!\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: I'm fucked up! 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I get wasted\n  That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!\n  I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker I'm Twact!\n  (I get high, she get low)\n  Motherfucker!\n\n  Uh, Twact out till I pass out\n  If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out\n  Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'\n  House poppin' like a Frat House\n  Keep 16s like a verse nigga\n  Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga\n  I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties\n  I get the dough and bring it home, to the family\n  See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me\n  I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy\n  Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back\n  Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks\n  You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped\n  A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that\n  I pulled up to the function with the pack\n  Turnt in this bitch to the max!\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  I just got home boy I'm glad I made it\n  The Codeine got me activated\n  New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it\n  Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion\n  I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin\n  H Town slang I done poed up a (?)\n  (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?)\n  And now on a mission just to get some cheeks\n  If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete\n  I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks\n  Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep\n  And I'm back on the road sipping mud again\n  Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring\n  The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie...\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho\n  This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe\n  I might even set up my camera too\n  Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics\n  Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit\n  No, they ain't on and ain't on shit\n  Yeah they on that, I'm on this...\n  No necklace cause I be off the chain\n  And all they say is yes when everybody know your name\n  Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes\n  Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining\n  Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming\n  Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here?\n\n  My nigga I'm twact (I get high)\n  Turkey bag full of that gas\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  Styrofoam cups, no glass\n  Nigga I'm twact (get high)\n  Got them bars on me, no rap\n  Nigga I'm twact (she get low)\n  I don't even know where I'm at\n  Nigga I'm Twact!\n\n  BMB, TDE\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n  Ladi-dadi we likes to party\n  We might cause trouble, we might body somebody\n  Ah! Ah!\n"}]