[{"id":33915524,"name":"Baby Keem - Ca$ino (Official Audio)","trackName":"Baby Keem - Ca$ino (Official Audio)","artistName":"Baby Keem","albumName":"Baby Keem - Ca$ino (Official Audio)","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shoot through your car door\nShoutout to Cardo\n\nI'm havin' trouble with my 911\nSmoke in your chest and I know it weigh heavy\nI'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\nWhy she always talkin' like she understand me?\n\nI fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\nI don't have family, so why keep a palace?\nMy nigga Dave bought so many watches\nI went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n\nAll of the niggas around me is humble\nI beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\nShawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\nShe got a man, so I hold like Solána\n\nBitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\nLately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\nI'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\nI just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n\nI know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\nMy dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\nI might just get up with y'all mañana\nWhatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n\nThe gay homie said you niggas is buns\nWhatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\nShawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\nThe way that she movin', it's just unforgivin' (huh, huh, huh, huh)\n\nLet's get it (huh, huh, huh, huh, shee, shee, shee, okay)\nRaised by the wolves, I grew up Ca$ino\nMy nigga, I barely had parents (okay)\nI tell the aunt all my secrets\nThat's really my twin, like I look in the mirror (okay)\nUsed to have stage fright\nBut it's an incredible feelin' to face all your fears\n\n(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)\nShawty, what's up with your lifestyle?\nYou're movin' too loosely, I thought you was Vogue\nNigga, you tweaked in my absence\nWho new on the playlist? Go cut out that noise\nI'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n\nYank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\nThat boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\nMight pop out in camo, I tango in all white\nThey keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\nI'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\nIf I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n\nShould I take the high ground?\nNowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\nMy bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\nYou won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\nFuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\nAin't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\nYes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n\nAy, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\nI wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\nI think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\nThese days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n\nSee, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\nI got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\nI got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\nI'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la)\n\nYou bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\nYou bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\nYes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\nFuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth\nI watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth\n\nI hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose\nI keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos\nThat boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story\nRelivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me\n\nUsed to wish for the world to adore me, 'til I realized that's that broke shit\nThese niggas got H. pylori, can you niggas even stomach my story?\nSo fuck you niggas, I said, \"When I come, I'm takin' that chain\"\nI ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change\nLooked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged\nAt this point, I'm a little deranged, bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)\n\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la, ay, mama, they shit the bed, ay, mama, they shit the bed)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)","syncedLyrics":"[00:29.49] Shoot through your car door\n[00:30.77] Shoutout to Cardo\n[00:31.63] I'm havin' trouble with my 911\n[00:33.94] Smoke in your chest and I know it weigh heavy\n[00:35.53] I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n[00:37.32] Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n[00:38.69] I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n[00:41.11] I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n[00:42.43] My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n[00:44.37] I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n[00:46.65] All of the niggas around me is humble\n[00:47.82] I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n[00:49.53] Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n[00:51.38] She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n[00:53.59] Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n[00:54.81] Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n[00:56.54] I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n[00:58.27] I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n[01:00.56] I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n[01:02.20] My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n[01:03.63] I might just get up with y'all mañana\n[01:05.29] Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n[01:07.69] The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n[01:08.77] Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n[01:10.34] Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n[01:12.24] The way that she movin', it's just unforgivin' (huh, huh, huh, huh)\n[01:16.34] Let's get it (huh, huh, huh, huh, shee, shee, shee, okay)\n[01:17.58] Raised by the wolves, I grew up Ca$ino\n[01:19.56] My nigga, I barely had parents (okay)\n[01:21.20] I tell the aunt all my secrets\n[01:22.69] That's really my twin, like I look in the mirror (okay)\n[01:24.64] Used to have stage fright\n[01:25.96] But it's an incredible feelin' to face all your fears\n[01:28.20] (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)\n[01:31.38] Shawty, what's up with your lifestyle?\n[01:33.38] You're movin' too loosely, I thought you was Vogue\n[01:34.92] Nigga, you tweaked in my absence\n[01:36.77] Who new on the playlist? Go cut out that noise\n[01:38.20] I'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n[01:42.76] La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[01:49.34] Yank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\n[01:52.16] That boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\n[01:55.18] Might pop out in camo, I tango in all white\n[01:58.38] They keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\n[02:02.15] I'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\n[02:05.17] If I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n[02:16.28] Should I take the high ground?\n[02:17.49] Nowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\n[02:19.83] My bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\n[02:23.13] You won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\n[02:27.09] Fuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\n[02:29.87] Ain't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\n[02:33.02] Yes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n[02:42.48] Ay, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\n[02:44.33] I wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\n[02:47.47] I think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\n[02:51.10] These days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n[02:54.27] See, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\n[02:58.13] I got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\n[03:00.86] I got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\n[03:06.26] I'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n[03:07.71] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:10.99] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:13.94] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[03:17.23] Strut, hey, fight, go (la)\n[03:20.88] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:22.43] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:24.24] Yes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\n[03:27.05] Fuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth\n[03:30.54] I watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth\n[03:33.80] I hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose\n[03:37.10] I keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos\n[03:40.09] That boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story\n[03:43.36] Relivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me\n[03:46.97] Used to wish for the world to adore me, 'til I realized that's that broke shit\n[03:50.03] These niggas got H. pylori, can you niggas even stomach my story?\n[03:53.25] So fuck you niggas, I said, \"When I come, I'm takin' that chain\"\n[03:56.25] I ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change\n[03:59.93] Looked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged\n[04:02.67] At this point, I'm a little deranged, bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)\n[04:07.29] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[04:09.61] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la, ay, mama, they shit the bed, ay, mama, they shit the bed)\n[04:13.55] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[04:16.50] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[04:19.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Baby Keem - 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heavy\n  I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n  Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n\n  I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n  I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n  My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n  I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n\n  All of the niggas around me is humble\n  I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n  Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n  She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n\n  Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n  Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n  I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n  I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n\n  I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n  My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n  I might just get up with y'all mañana\n  Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n\n  The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n  Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n  Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n  The way that she 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heavy\n  I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n  Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n\n  I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n  I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n  My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n  I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n\n  All of the niggas around me is humble\n  I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n  Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n  She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n\n  Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n  Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n  I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n  I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n\n  I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n  My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n  I might just get up with y'all mañana\n  Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n\n  The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n  Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n  Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n  The way that she 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Go cut out that noise\n[01:38.28] I'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n[01:42.74] La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[01:49.38] Yank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\n[01:52.16] That boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\n[01:55.14] Might pop out in camo, I tango in all white\n[01:58.38] They keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\n[02:02.18] I'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\n[02:05.15] If I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n[02:16.27] Should I take the high ground?\n[02:17.47] Nowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\n[02:19.85] My bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\n[02:23.16] You won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\n[02:27.03] Fuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\n[02:29.90] Ain't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\n[02:33.03] Yes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n[02:42.46] Ay, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\n[02:44.35] I wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\n[02:47.49] I think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\n[02:51.13] These days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n[02:54.22] See, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\n[02:58.14] I got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\n[03:00.80] I got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\n[03:06.28] I'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n[03:07.77] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:10.93] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:13.94] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[03:17.23] Strut, hey, fight, go (la)\n[03:20.82] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:22.50] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:24.22] Yes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\n[03:27.04] Fuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth\n[03:30.58] I watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth\n[03:33.76] I hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose\n[03:37.03] I keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos\n[03:40.02] That boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story\n[03:43.38] Relivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me\n[03:46.99] Used to wish for the world to adore me, 'til I realized that's that broke shit\n[03:50.00] These niggas got H. pylori, can you niggas even stomach my story?\n[03:53.24] So fuck you niggas, I said, \"When I come, I'm takin' that chain\"\n[03:56.27] I ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change\n[03:59.97] Looked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged\n[04:02.69] At this point, I'm a little deranged, bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)\n[04:07.23] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[04:09.69] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la, ay, mama, they shit the bed, ay, mama, they shit the bed)\n[04:13.59] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[04:16.56] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[04:19.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ca$ino\n  artist: Baby Keem\n  album: Ca$ino\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shoot through your car door\n  start_ms: 29450\n  end_ms: 30740\n- text: Shoutout to Cardo\n  start_ms: 30740\n  end_ms: 31690\n- text: I'm havin' trouble with my 911\n  start_ms: 31690\n  end_ms: 33950\n- text: Smoke in your chest and I know it weigh heavy\n  start_ms: 33950\n  end_ms: 35520\n- text: I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n  start_ms: 35520\n  end_ms: 37380\n- text: Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n  start_ms: 37380\n  end_ms: 38620\n- text: I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n  start_ms: 38620\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n  start_ms: 41120\n  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heavy\n  I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n  Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n\n  I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n  I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n  My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n  I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n\n  All of the niggas around me is humble\n  I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n  Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n  She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n\n  Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n  Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n  I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n  I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n\n  I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n  My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n  I might just get up with y'all mañana\n  Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n\n  The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n  Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n  Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n  The way that she 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out\n[02:42.46] Ay, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\n[02:44.35] I wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\n[02:47.49] I think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\n[02:51.13] These days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n[02:54.22] See, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\n[02:58.14] I got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\n[03:00.80] I got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\n[03:06.28] I'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n[03:07.77] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:10.93] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:13.94] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[03:17.23] Strut, hey, fight, go (la)\n[03:20.82] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:22.50] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:24.22] Yes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\n[03:27.04] Fuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that 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heavy\n  I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n  Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n\n  I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n  I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n  My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n  I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n\n  All of the niggas around me is humble\n  I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n  Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n  She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n\n  Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n  Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n  I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n  I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n\n  I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n  My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n  I might just get up with y'all mañana\n  Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n\n  The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n  Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n  Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n  The way that she 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Go cut out that noise\nI'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n\nYank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\nThat boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\nMight pop out in camo, I tango in all white\nThey keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\nI'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\nIf I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n\nShould I take the high ground?\nNowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\nMy bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\nYou won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\nFuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\nAin't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\nYes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n\nAy, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\nI wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\nI think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\nThese days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n\nSee, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\nI got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\nI got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\nI'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la)\n\nYou bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\nYou bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\nYes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\nFuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth\nI watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth\n\nI hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose\nI keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos\nThat boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story\nRelivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me\n\nUsed to wish for the world to adore me, 'til I realized that's that broke shit\nThese niggas got H. pylori, can you niggas even stomach my story?\nSo fuck you niggas, I said, \"When I come, I'm takin' that chain\"\nI ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change\nLooked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged\nAt this point, I'm a little deranged, bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)\n\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la, ay, mama, they shit the bed, ay, mama, they shit the bed)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)","syncedLyrics":"[00:29.45] Shoot through your car door\n[00:30.74] Shoutout to Cardo\n[00:31.69] I'm havin' trouble with my 911\n[00:33.95] Smoke in your chest and I know it weigh heavy\n[00:35.52] I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n[00:37.38] Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n[00:38.62] I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n[00:41.12] I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n[00:42.44] My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n[00:44.36] I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n[00:46.67] All of the niggas around me is humble\n[00:47.89] I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n[00:49.59] Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n[00:51.32] She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n[00:53.52] Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n[00:54.89] Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n[00:56.59] I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n[00:58.21] I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n[01:00.50] I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n[01:02.17] My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n[01:03.64] I might just get up with y'all mañana\n[01:05.27] Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n[01:07.63] The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n[01:08.76] Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n[01:10.36] Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n[01:12.29] The way that she movin', it's just unforgivin' (huh, huh, huh, huh)\n[01:16.37] Let's get it (huh, huh, huh, huh, shee, shee, shee, okay)\n[01:17.56] Raised by the wolves, I grew up Ca$ino\n[01:19.58] My nigga, I barely had parents (okay)\n[01:21.17] I tell the aunt all my secrets\n[01:22.63] That's really my twin, like I look in the mirror (okay)\n[01:24.62] Used to have stage fright\n[01:25.95] But it's an incredible feelin' to face all your fears\n[01:28.24] (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)\n[01:31.39] Shawty, what's up with your lifestyle?\n[01:33.35] You're movin' too loosely, I thought you was Vogue\n[01:34.99] Nigga, you tweaked in my absence\n[01:36.72] Who new on the playlist? Go cut out that noise\n[01:38.28] I'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n[01:42.74] La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[01:49.38] Yank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\n[01:52.16] That boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\n[01:55.14] Might pop out in camo, I tango in all white\n[01:58.38] They keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\n[02:02.18] I'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\n[02:05.15] If I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n[02:16.27] Should I take the high ground?\n[02:17.47] Nowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\n[02:19.85] My bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\n[02:23.16] You won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\n[02:27.03] Fuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\n[02:29.90] Ain't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\n[02:33.03] Yes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n[02:42.46] Ay, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\n[02:44.35] I wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\n[02:47.49] I think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\n[02:51.13] These days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n[02:54.22] See, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\n[02:58.14] I got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\n[03:00.80] I got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\n[03:06.28] I'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n[03:07.77] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:10.93] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:13.94] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[03:17.23] Strut, hey, fight, go (la)\n[03:20.82] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:22.50] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:24.22] Yes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\n[03:27.04] Fuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that 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Go cut out that noise\nI'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n\nYank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\nThat boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\nMight pop out in camo, I tango in all white\nThey keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\nI'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\nIf I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n\nShould I take the high ground?\nNowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\nMy bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\nYou won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\nFuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\nAin't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\nYes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n\nAy, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\nI wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\nI think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\nThese days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n\nSee, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\nI got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\nI got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\nI'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la)\n\nYou bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\nYou bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\nYes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\nFuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth\nI watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth\n\nI hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose\nI keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos\nThat boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story\nRelivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me\n\nUsed to wish for the world to adore me, 'til I realized that's that broke shit\nThese niggas got H. pylori, can you niggas even stomach my story?\nSo fuck you niggas, I said, \"When I come, I'm takin' that chain\"\nI ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change\nLooked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged\nAt this point, I'm a little deranged, bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)\n\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la, la, ay, mama, they shit the bed, ay, mama, they shit the bed)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\nStrut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)","syncedLyrics":"[00:29.45]Shoot through your car door\n[00:30.74]Shoutout to Cardo\n[00:31.69]I'm havin' trouble with my 911\n[00:33.95]Smoke in your chest and I know it weigh heavy\n[00:35.52]I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n[00:37.38]Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n[00:38.62]I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n[00:41.12]I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n[00:42.44]My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n[00:44.36]I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n[00:46.67]All of the niggas around me is humble\n[00:47.89]I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n[00:49.59]Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n[00:51.32]She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n[00:53.52]Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n[00:54.89]Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n[00:56.59]I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n[00:58.21]I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n[01:00.50]I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n[01:02.17]My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n[01:03.64]I might just get up with y'all mañana\n[01:05.27]Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n[01:07.63]The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n[01:08.76]Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n[01:10.36]Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n[01:12.29]The way that she movin', it's just unforgivin' (huh, huh, huh, huh)\n[01:16.37]Let's get it (huh, huh, huh, huh, shee, shee, shee, okay)\n[01:17.56]Raised by the wolves, I grew up Ca$ino\n[01:19.58]My nigga, I barely had parents (okay)\n[01:21.17]I tell the aunt all my secrets\n[01:22.63]That's really my twin, like I look in the mirror (okay)\n[01:24.62]Used to have stage fright\n[01:25.95]But it's an incredible feelin' to face all your fears\n[01:28.24](Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)\n[01:31.39]Shawty, what's up with your lifestyle?\n[01:33.35]You're movin' too loosely, I thought you was Vogue\n[01:34.99]Nigga, you tweaked in my absence\n[01:36.72]Who new on the playlist? Go cut out that noise\n[01:38.28]I'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n[01:42.74]La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[01:49.38]Yank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\n[01:52.16]That boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\n[01:55.14]Might pop out in camo, I tango in all white\n[01:58.38]They keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\n[02:02.18]I'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\n[02:05.15]If I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n[02:16.27]Should I take the high ground?\n[02:17.47]Nowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\n[02:19.85]My bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\n[02:23.16]You won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\n[02:27.03]Fuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\n[02:29.90]Ain't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\n[02:33.03]Yes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n[02:42.46]Ay, 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Go cut out that noise\n[01:38.22] I'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n[01:42.79] La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n[01:49.39] Yank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\n[01:52.11] That boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\n[01:55.14] Might pop out in camo, I tango in all white\n[01:58.37] They keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\n[02:02.17] I'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\n[02:05.19] If I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n[02:09.82] \n[02:16.23] Should I take the high ground?\n[02:17.49] Nowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\n[02:19.88] My bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\n[02:23.16] You won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\n[02:27.04] Fuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\n[02:29.84] Ain't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\n[02:33.04] Yes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n[02:37.84] \n[02:42.48] Ay, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\n[02:44.36] I wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\n[02:47.50] I think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\n[02:51.18] These days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n[02:54.23] See, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\n[02:58.16] I got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\n[03:00.80] I got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\n[03:06.27] I'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n[03:07.78] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:10.92] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[03:13.98] Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n[03:17.21] Strut, hey, fight, go (la)\n[03:20.86] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:22.45] You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n[03:24.26] Yes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\n[03:27.08] Fuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth\n[03:30.58] I watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth\n[03:33.75] I hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose\n[03:37.08] I keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos\n[03:40.07] That boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story\n[03:43.38] Relivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me\n[03:46.94] Used to wish for the world to adore me, 'til I realized that's that broke shit\n[03:50.03] These niggas got H. pylori, can you niggas even stomach my story?\n[03:53.29] So fuck you niggas, I said, \"When I come, I'm takin' that chain\"\n[03:56.27] I ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change\n[03:59.93] Looked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged\n[04:02.67] At this point, I'm a little deranged, bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)\n[04:07.23] Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n[04:09.67] Strut, hey, 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Shoutout to Cardo\n\n  I'm havin' trouble with my 911\n  Smoke in your chest and I know it weigh heavy\n  I'm outta a ride, dawg, you gotta come get me\n  Why she always talkin' like she understand me?\n\n  I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lennie\n  I don't have family, so why keep a palace?\n  My nigga Dave bought so many watches\n  I went and got one, and I didn't even dial it\n\n  All of the niggas around me is humble\n  I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna\n  Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills\n  She got a man, so I hold like Solána\n\n  Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills\n  Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it\n  I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body\n  I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me\n\n  I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway\n  My dawg, he just catch a flight outta Midway\n  I might just get up with y'all mañana\n  Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay\n\n  The gay homie said you niggas is buns\n  Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'\n  Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga\n  The way that she movin', it's just unforgivin' (huh, huh, huh, huh)\n\n  Let's get it (huh, huh, huh, huh, shee, shee, shee, okay)\n  Raised by the wolves, I grew up Ca$ino\n  My nigga, I barely had parents (okay)\n  I tell the aunt all my secrets\n  That's really my twin, like I look in the mirror (okay)\n  Used to have stage fright\n  But it's an incredible feelin' to face all your fears\n\n  (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)\n  Shawty, what's up with your lifestyle?\n  You're movin' too loosely, I thought you was Vogue\n  Nigga, you tweaked in my absence\n  Who new on the playlist? Go cut out that noise\n  I'm back on my bidness, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys\n\n  La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la\n\n  Yank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero\n  That boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero\n  Might pop out in camo, I tango in all white\n  They keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like\n  I'm raised in Ca$ino, dawg, that desert trained me\n  If I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?\n\n  Should I take the high ground?\n  Nowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down\n  My bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now\n  You won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out\n  Fuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off\n  Ain't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out\n  Yes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out\n\n  Ay, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure\n  I wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar\n  I think I cried a million times, I'm human, fuck it, sue me\n  These days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth\n\n  See, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic\n  I got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it\n  I got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'\n  I'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'\n\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la)\n\n  You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n  You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?\n  Yes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove\n  Fuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth\n  I watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth\n\n  I hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose\n  I keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos\n  That boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story\n  Relivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me\n\n  Used to wish for the world to adore me, 'til I realized that's that broke shit\n  These niggas got H. pylori, can you niggas even stomach my story?\n  So fuck you niggas, I said, \"When I come, I'm takin' that chain\"\n  I ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change\n  Looked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged\n  At this point, I'm a little deranged, bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)\n\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la, ay, mama, they shit the bed, ay, mama, they shit the bed)\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n  Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)\n"},{"id":31526541,"name":"Baby Keem - Dramatic Girl (ft. 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Iceberg jeans or the Trullies\n  start_ms: 171210\n  end_ms: 174010\n- text: Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I'm goofy\n  start_ms: 174010\n  end_ms: 176780\n- text: Wait, you must got a platinum record in the coochie\n  start_ms: 176780\n  end_ms: 179800\n- text: (I got a platinum plaque in the coochie)\n  start_ms: 179800\n  end_ms: 182250\n- text: Been missing your booty, loving on your booty\n  start_ms: 182250\n  end_ms: 184950\n- text: Kissing on your booty, crushing on your booty\n  start_ms: 184950\n  end_ms: 187750\n- text: You used to call my phone on a Friday night\n  start_ms: 187750\n  end_ms: 192350\n- text: It's been over twice\n  start_ms: 192350\n  end_ms: 195380\n- text: It's been over, we've been over\n  start_ms: 195380\n  end_ms: 198320\n- text: Yet you always called my phone on a Friday night\n  start_ms: 198320\n  end_ms: 203420\n- text: It's been over twice\n  start_ms: 203420\n  end_ms: 206030\n- text: It's been over, we've been over\n  start_ms: 206030\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208680\nplain: |-\n  You used to call my phone on a Friday night\n  It's been over twice\n  It's been over, we've been over\n  Yet you always called my phone on a Friday night\n  It's been over twice\n  It's been over, we've been over\n\n  Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?\n  Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby?\n  Ain't comin' home on a Friday night\n  I'm all good, my hips still whine\n  Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?\n  Don't you love lettin' out a cry?\n  Ain't comin' home on a Friday night\n  I'm all good, my hips still whine\n\n  You was almost like my safe haven, but you ended up actin' up, baby\n  Barely together even, you always playing\n  Now you hating 'cause what these bitches be saying\n  Like, \"Why he never took you on vacation?\"\n  What gets me, they stay hating\n  It's crazy 'cause you had everything they chasing\n  Like, somebody you can call on, a place you can call home\n  Until it went all wrong, shawty, you on one\n\n  You used to call my phone on a Friday night\n  It's been over twice\n  It's been over, we've been over\n  Yet you always called my phone on a Friday night\n  It's been over twice\n  It's been over, we've been over\n\n  Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?\n  Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby?\n  Ain't comin' home on a Friday night\n  I'm all good, my hips still whine\n  Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?\n  Don't you love lettin' out a cry?\n  Ain't comin' home on a Friday night\n  I'm all good, my hips still whine\n\n  I never knew a lo-lo-lo, a love like this\n  Flood your contour, make you blush like this\n  Fuck a friend zone when you hug like this\n  Nibble on your ear, touch your butt like this\n  We are just like this\n  If God's a girl, then the God we trust like this\n  To be honest, niggas love love too\n  Shit, I gossip with my bitch like I'm Young Thug too\n  Dumb lungs on you, spun the hair bun loose\n  Righting wrongs 'til they come with royalties and pub too\n\n  (Where you at?) At the house with it, watching Sinners\n  (Who you with?) On the couch with my favorite sinner\n  (Fuck that bitch) I was about to, but you convinced us\n  Should I decorate her walls or log off to Pinterest?\n  Uh, never too late to meditate on emotional attachments\n  Even if I fall short from my distractions\n\n  Been missing your booty, loving on your booty\n  Kissing on your booty, crushing on your booty\n  Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trullies\n  Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I'm goofy\n  Wait, you must got a platinum record in the coochie\n  (I got a platinum plaque in the coochie)\n  Been missing your booty, loving on your booty\n  Kissing on your booty, crushing on your booty\n\n  You used to call my phone on a Friday night\n  It's been over twice\n  It's been over, we've been over\n  Yet you always called my phone on a Friday night\n  It's been over twice\n  It's been over, we've been over\n"}]