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I'm starting up a charity\nWhile you got new chains, my family out of debt nigga\nYeah, respect last longer than a check nigga\nRIP for my ones who couldn't see the day\nI really wish they would have saw me get a VMA\nI know my grandma ain't here but it's cool cause as long as I'm around she gon' be here in my DNA\nI went from broke to breaking records in the city where I live\nWhile I was breaking that down, they broke into the crib\nBut they can't break the dream shout to the ones I dreamed with\nI ain't rich 'til the whole team rich\nIt's like...\n\nI hit the light switch\nWoah, yeah\nI feel like I hit the light switch (Yeah)\nIt's like I took my family into a new crib\nThen I hit the light switch\nI took my whole life and then I hit the light switch (Aww yeah)\nSo I'mma hop out and roll on 'em (Yeah)\nHop out and roll on 'em\nIt's like a fresh pair of dice but I'm rolling on they life\nI'mma roll on 'em (Yeah, say what?)\nHop out and roll on 'em\n(I got the light switch, light switch)\n\nI got your bills\nPull out the 'Ville\nYou got the healing\nYou know you bad ass\nI got the light switch\nBaby you know, I got the light switch\nWoah","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Like, whoa, whoa\n[00:03.48] Sean Don, whoa\n[00:05.91] Big boys\n[00:08.65] Look, all I gotta say is what a year, what a year\n[00:12.72] I decided now that every year is our year\n[00:15.31] Aw yeah man, that's 'til we disappear\n[00:17.16] I'm focused on the near and never what's in the rear\n[00:19.66] Recently I swear man we've had so many accolades\n[00:22.15] I realized I ain't sat down, not even on a Saturday\n[00:24.41] Yeah I'm going overtime, O.T like it's TNT\n[00:27.37] In South America rocking Rio with RiRi\n[00:29.82] You know that's, stadium status\n[00:32.19] When you started underground, you gotta make it to the attics\n[00:34.53] So I'm up in addict Focus, money is the only time I ADD\n[00:38.82] Going off more than ADT, making power moves like: back, forward, punch, kick, A, B, B\n[00:44.17] Boy this shit ABC's, shout out Detail, 7-11 we on the road\n[00:47.69] I'm on the sixth record off the album going gold\n[00:51.20] Last one woke they ass up like the morning show\n[00:53.81] I'm tryna make next year the greatest story ever told\n[00:56.22] Like, shit, goddamn, standing next to Jay and K, like man\n[01:01.82] Never took an L and I'm out there from where it's hard to make it this far when you this tan\n[01:06.81] I'm sayin' I'm Lil B with the right wrist\n[01:09.29] I realized time make money, it's priceless\n[01:11.36] So don't gas me up bitch, I'm a hybrid\n[01:12.77] I know you like it, I see the job's done before I see my eyelids\n[01:16.14] It's getting better every single day, that's what they told me\n[01:19.31] And I already wasn't fuckin' with the old me\n[01:22.17] It's like I hit the light switch\n[01:25.11] Woah, yeah\n[01:27.02] I feel like I hit the light switch (yeah)\n[01:29.74] It's like I took my family into a new crib\n[01:32.34] Then I hit the light switch\n[01:34.11] I took my whole life and then I hit the light switch (Aww yeah)\n[01:38.85] So I'mma hop out and roll on 'em (Yeah)\n[01:44.18] Hop out and roll on 'em\n[01:50.03] It's like a fresh pair of dice but I'm rolling on they life\n[01:53.36] I'mma roll on 'em (Yeah, say what?)\n[01:55.45] Hop out and roll on 'em\n[01:59.99] (I got the light switch, light switch)\n[02:02.02] Look, what's life without risk?\n[02:06.06] If you take none, that's probably what you gonna get\n[02:08.77] This year I'm done with crazy hoes\n[02:11.35] If it's one thing I hate it's lazy hoes\n[02:13.86] Goddamn, if it's two things I hate, it's greedy hoes\n[02:16.20] One time for my girls that turn theyself into CEOs\n[02:18.77] Just know that you the finest\n[02:20.93] I like older girls that realize they got time left\n[02:23.30] I like young girls, but not girls young-minded\n[02:26.17] Ones that shine with you but they won't get blinded\n[02:28.45] We just went around the world in twenty-eight days\n[02:30.82] Shows selling more tickets than the matinees\n[02:33.50] Sold out everywhere, bad bitch cheer\n[02:36.65] All I gotta say is \"What a year, what a year\"\n[02:39.11] Up late, two, three, tryna get the mic skills\n[02:41.68] Riding 'round ATL, shout out my bro Mike-Will\n[02:44.11] Making sure the fam straight like they like they up in Mike will\n[02:47.16] Every Mike, Jordan, Tyson, Jackson\n[02:49.48] Need the, uh, Washingtons, Franklins, Jacksons\n[02:52.39] Got the crowd packed in, front in, back in\n[02:54.87] Like oh, please stop comparing me\n[02:57.20] You starting up a new whip? I'm starting up a charity\n[02:59.23] While you got new chains, my family out of debt nigga\n[03:02.31] Yeah, respect last longer than a check nigga\n[03:05.41] RIP for my ones who couldn't see the day\n[03:07.78] I really wish they would have saw me get a VMA\n[03:10.30] I know my grandma ain't here but it's cool cause as long as I'm around she gon' be here in my DNA\n[03:15.35] I went from broke to breaking records in the city where I live\n[03:18.45] While I was breaking that down, they broke into the crib\n[03:21.25] But they can't break the dream shout to the ones I dreamed with\n[03:23.65] I ain't rich 'til the whole team rich\n[03:25.68] It's like...\n[03:26.52] I hit the light switch\n[03:28.02] Woah, yeah\n[03:29.33] I feel like I hit the light switch (Yeah)\n[03:33.38] It's like I took my family into a new crib\n[03:36.23] Then I hit the light switch\n[03:38.00] I took my whole life and then I hit the light switch (Aww yeah)\n[03:44.42] So I'mma hop out and roll on 'em (Yeah)\n[03:49.13] Hop out and roll on 'em\n[03:53.98] It's like a fresh pair of dice but I'm rolling on they life\n[03:57.17] I'mma roll on 'em (Yeah, say what?)\n[04:00.15] Hop out and roll on 'em\n[04:03.49] (I got the light switch, light switch)\n[04:05.83] I got your bills\n[04:11.67] Pull out the 'Ville\n[04:14.86] You got the healing\n[04:17.25] You know you bad ass\n[04:19.53] I got the light switch\n[04:22.05] Baby you know, I got the light switch\n[04:27.24] Woah\n[04:28.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What A Year\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: FFOE\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Like, whoa, whoa\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 3480\n- text: Sean Don, whoa\n  start_ms: 3480\n  end_ms: 5910\n- text: Big boys\n  start_ms: 5910\n  end_ms: 8650\n- text: Look, all I gotta say is what a year, what a year\n  start_ms: 8650\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: I decided now that every year is our year\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15310\n- 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rocking Rio with RiRi\n  You know that's, stadium status\n  When you started underground, you gotta make it to the attics\n  So I'm up in addict Focus, money is the only time I ADD\n  Going off more than ADT, making power moves like: back, forward, punch, kick, A, B, B\n  Boy this shit ABC's, shout out Detail, 7-11 we on the road\n  I'm on the sixth record off the album going gold\n  Last one woke they ass up like the morning show\n  I'm tryna make next year the greatest story ever told\n  Like, shit, goddamn, standing next to Jay and K, like man\n  Never took an L and I'm out there from where it's hard to make it this far when you this tan\n  I'm sayin' I'm Lil B with the right wrist\n  I realized time make money, it's priceless\n  So don't gas me up bitch, I'm a hybrid\n  I know you like it, I see the job's done before I see my eyelids\n  It's getting better every single day, that's what they told me\n  And I already wasn't fuckin' with the old me\n\n  It's like I hit the light 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on 'em\n  (I got the light switch, light switch)\n\n  I got your bills\n  Pull out the 'Ville\n  You got the healing\n  You know you bad ass\n  I got the light switch\n  Baby you know, I got the light switch\n  Woah\n"},{"id":24909308,"name":"FFOE","trackName":"FFOE","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit, Vol. 2","duration":250.152,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I do it\nI do\nOh, sh- God\nFinally famous, nigga\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\nYeah\nIt's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\nThat's over you too\nLittle hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\nI'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\nWith a white girl, she got a tongue ring\nAnd that might as well be a bullseye\nShe half naked walking around this\nBitch almost thought I was poolside\nTryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide\nOne time for my niggas who made something outta nothing\n'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n\"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\nGot it,\" that's what my grandma told me\nYou gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\nNot to listen to what you hear from the OGs\nRolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\nThat's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\nEverything that this world owe me\nI told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\nGirl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\nTo it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent\nWorking overtimes like we get paid off commission\nAnd my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain't got time like my wristlit\nNo bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your\nOnly job is to make me feel terrific\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nReal niggas, wassup?\nBad bitches, wassup?\nD-Town, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nKnow we going strong, we'll be going\nGoing, going, going, gone 'til we on\nI'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\nAnd if you keep pushing my buttons\nMight fuck around and be a Tune Day\nDon't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n\"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\nI want money and security for all of my descendants\nWe up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\nIf you don't fuck with my songs, man\nYou gotta fuck with the intention\nTryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\nWhoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm 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Finally famous, nigga\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\n  Yeah\n  It's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\n  That's over you too\n  Little hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\n  I'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\n  With a white girl, she got a tongue ring\n  And that might as well be a bullseye\n  She half naked walking around this\n  Bitch almost thought I was poolside\n  Tryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide\n  One time for my niggas who made something outta nothing\n  'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n  \"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\n  Got it,\" that's what my grandma told me\n  You gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\n  Not to listen to what you hear from the OGs\n  Rolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\n  That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\n  Everything that this world owe me\n  I told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\n  Girl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\n  To it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent\n  Working overtimes like we get paid off commission\n  And my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain't got time like my wristlit\n  No bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your\n  Only job is to make me feel terrific\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n  I'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\n  And if you keep pushing my buttons\n  Might fuck around and be a Tune Day\n  Don't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n  \"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\n  I want money and security for all of my descendants\n  We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\n  If you don't fuck with my songs, man\n  You gotta fuck with the intention\n  Tryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\n  Whoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God\n  Man, they sending shots, shots, shots\n  Shots like they don't believe I can die\n  Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop\n  A legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the\n  Best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best\n  Drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what you\n  Gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n"},{"id":22994548,"name":"FFOE","trackName":"FFOE","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit","duration":250.148571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I do it\nI do\nOh, sh- God\nFinally famous, nigga\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\nYeah\nIt's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\nThat's over you too\nLittle hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\nI'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\nWith a white girl, she got a tongue ring\nAnd that might as well be a bullseye\nShe half naked walking around this\nBitch almost thought I was poolside\nTryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide\nOne time for my niggas who made something outta nothing\n'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n\"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\nGot it,\" that's what my grandma told me\nYou gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\nNot to listen to what you hear from the OGs\nRolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\nThat's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\nEverything that this world owe me\nI told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\nGirl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\nTo it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay 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dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\nI want money and security for all of my descendants\nWe up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\nIf you don't fuck with my songs, man\nYou gotta fuck with the intention\nTryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\nWhoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God\nMan, they sending shots, shots, shots\nShots like they don't believe I can die\nMan, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop\nA legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the\nBest drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best\nDrinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what you\nGonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nReal niggas, wassup?\nBad bitches, wassup?\nD-Town, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nKnow we going strong, we'll be going\nGoing, going, going, gone 'til we on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: FFOE\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Detroit\n  duration_ms: 250149\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I do it\n  I do\n  Oh, sh- God\n  Finally famous, nigga\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\n  Yeah\n  It's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\n  That's over you too\n  Little hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\n  I'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\n  With a white girl, she got a tongue ring\n  And that might as well be a bullseye\n  She half naked walking around this\n  Bitch almost thought I was poolside\n  Tryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide\n  One time for my niggas who made something outta nothing\n  'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n  \"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\n  Got it,\" that's what my grandma told me\n  You gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\n  Not to listen to what you hear from the OGs\n  Rolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\n  That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\n  Everything that this world owe me\n  I told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\n  Girl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\n  To it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent\n  Working overtimes like we get paid off commission\n  And my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain't got time like my wristlit\n  No bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your\n  Only job is to make me feel terrific\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n  I'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\n  And if you keep pushing my buttons\n  Might fuck around and be a Tune Day\n  Don't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n  \"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\n  I want money and security for all of my descendants\n  We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\n  If you don't fuck with my songs, man\n  You gotta fuck with the intention\n  Tryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\n  Whoa, I 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wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nKnow we going strong, we'll be going\nGoing, going, going, gone 'til we on\nI'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\nAnd if you keep pushing my buttons\nMight fuck around and be a Tune Day\nDon't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n\"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\nI want money and security for all of my descendants\nWe up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\nIf you don't fuck with my songs, man\nYou gotta fuck with the intention\nTryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\nWhoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God\nMan, they sending shots, shots, shots\nShots like they don't believe I can die\nMan, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop\nA legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the\nBest drinks, good tree, and bad bitches 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Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n"},{"id":33947420,"name":"FFOE","trackName":"FFOE","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit","duration":2001.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I do it\nI do\nOh, sh- God\nFinally famous, nigga\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\nYeah\nIt's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\nThat's over you too\nLittle hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\nI'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\nWith a white girl, she got a tongue ring\nAnd that might as well be a bullseye\nShe half naked walking around this\nBitch 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bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nReal niggas, wassup?\nBad bitches, wassup?\nD-Town, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nKnow we going strong, we'll be going\nGoing, going, going, gone 'til we on\nI'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\nAnd if you keep pushing my buttons\nMight fuck around and be a Tune Day\nDon't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n\"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\nI want money and security for all of my descendants\nWe up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\nIf you don't fuck with my songs, man\nYou gotta fuck with the intention\nTryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\nWhoa, I believe I 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Oh, sh- God\n  Finally famous, nigga\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\n  Yeah\n  It's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\n  That's over you too\n  Little hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\n  I'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\n  With a white girl, she got a tongue ring\n  And that might as well be a bullseye\n  She half naked walking around this\n  Bitch almost thought I was poolside\n  Tryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide\n  One time for my niggas who made something outta nothing\n  'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n  \"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\n  Got it,\" that's what my grandma told me\n  You gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\n  Not to listen to what you hear from the OGs\n  Rolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\n  That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\n  Everything that this world owe me\n  I told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\n  Girl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\n  To it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent\n  Working overtimes like we get paid off commission\n  And my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain't got time like my wristlit\n  No bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your\n  Only job is to make me feel terrific\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n  I'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\n  And if you keep pushing my buttons\n  Might fuck around and be a Tune Day\n  Don't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n  \"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\n  I want money and security for all of my descendants\n  We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\n  If you don't fuck with my songs, man\n  You gotta fuck with the intention\n  Tryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\n  Whoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God\n  Man, they sending shots, shots, shots\n  Shots like they don't believe I can die\n  Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop\n  A legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the\n  Best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best\n  Drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what you\n  Gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n"},{"id":27927597,"name":"FFOE","trackName":"FFOE","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit","duration":92.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I do it\nI do\nOh, sh- God\nFinally famous, nigga\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\nYeah\nIt's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\nThat's over you too\nLittle hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\nI'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\nWith a white girl, she got a tongue ring\nAnd that might as well be a bullseye\nShe half naked walking around this\nBitch almost thought I was poolside\nTryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide\nOne time for my niggas who made something outta nothing\n'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n\"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\nGot it,\" that's what my grandma told me\nYou gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\nNot to listen to what you hear from the OGs\nRolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\nThat's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\nEverything that this world owe me\nI told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\nGirl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\nTo it, to the game I am committed, my 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day\n\"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\nI want money and security for all of my descendants\nWe up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\nIf you don't fuck with my songs, man\nYou gotta fuck with the intention\nTryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\nWhoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God\nMan, they sending shots, shots, shots\nShots like they don't believe I can die\nMan, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop\nA legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the\nBest drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best\nDrinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what you\nGonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nReal niggas, wassup?\nBad bitches, wassup?\nD-Town, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nKnow we going strong, we'll be going\nGoing, going, going, gone 'til we on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: FFOE\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Detroit\n  duration_ms: 92000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I do it\n  I do\n  Oh, sh- God\n  Finally famous, nigga\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\n  Yeah\n  It's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\n  That's over you too\n  Little hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah\n  I'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide\n  With a white girl, she got a tongue ring\n  And that might as well be a bullseye\n  She half naked walking around this\n  Bitch almost thought I was poolside\n  Tryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide\n  One time for my niggas who made something outta nothing\n  'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n  \"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\n  Got it,\" that's what my grandma told me\n  You gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\n  Not to listen to what you hear from the OGs\n  Rolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\n  That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\n  Everything that this world owe me\n  I told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\n  Girl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\n  To it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent\n  Working overtimes like we get paid off commission\n  And my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain't got time like my wristlit\n  No bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your\n  Only job is to make me feel terrific\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n  I'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\n  And if you keep pushing my buttons\n  Might fuck around and be a Tune Day\n  Don't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n  \"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\n  I want money and security for all of my descendants\n  We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\n  If you don't fuck with my songs, man\n  You gotta fuck with the intention\n  Tryna get my fam and friendses behind 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wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nReal niggas, wassup?\nBad bitches, wassup?\nD-Town, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nKnow we going strong, we'll be going\nGoing, going, going, gone 'til we on\nI'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\nAnd if you keep pushing my buttons\nMight fuck around and be a Tune Day\nDon't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n\"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\nI want money and security for all of my descendants\nWe up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\nIf you don't fuck with my songs, man\nYou gotta fuck with the intention\nTryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\nWhoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God\nMan, they sending shots, shots, shots\nShots like they don't believe I can die\nMan, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop\nA legend in the making, fuck whoever 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wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n"},{"id":36953663,"name":"FFOE (Prod by Lex)  (DatPiff Exclusive)","trackName":"FFOE (Prod by Lex)  (DatPiff Exclusive)","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Detroit","duration":2001.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I do it\nI do\nOh, sh- God\nFinally famous, nigga\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?\nYeah\nIt's Finally Famous over everything Yeah\nThat's over you too\nLittle hoes 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ain't got time like my wristlit\nNo bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your\nOnly job is to make me feel terrific\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\nI got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\nYou gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nReal niggas, wassup?\nBad bitches, wassup?\nD-Town, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nFinally Famous, wassup?\nWassup?\nWassup?\nKnow we going strong, we'll be going\nGoing, going, going, gone 'til we on\nI'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\nAnd if you keep pushing my buttons\nMight fuck around and be a Tune Day\nDon't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n\"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\nI want money and security for all of my descendants\nWe 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lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup\n  \"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it\n  Got it,\" that's what my grandma told me\n  You gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker\n  Not to listen to what you hear from the OGs\n  Rolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D\n  That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting\n  Everything that this world owe me\n  I told my mama, \"Grab you any kind of car\n  Girl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are.\" Back\n  To it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent\n  Working overtimes like we get paid off commission\n  And my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain't got time like my wristlit\n  No bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your\n  Only job is to make me feel terrific\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what\n  You gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n  I'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday\n  And if you keep pushing my buttons\n  Might fuck around and be a Tune Day\n  Don't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day\n  \"Congratulations, dog,\" man, that's what the whole room say\n  I want money and security for all of my descendants\n  We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented\n  If you don't fuck with my songs, man\n  You gotta fuck with the intention\n  Tryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses\n  Whoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God\n  Man, they sending shots, shots, shots\n  Shots like they don't believe I can die\n  Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop\n  A legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not\n  I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the\n  Best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best\n  Drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what you\n  Gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Real niggas, wassup?\n  Bad bitches, wassup?\n  D-Town, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Finally Famous, wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Wassup?\n  Know we going strong, we'll be going\n  Going, going, going, gone 'til we on\n"}]