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Give a fuck 'bout the law, I hate police\n\nGive a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell\nGet my bitch on the line, go make my bail\nTouch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales\nSomewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular\n\nGot it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky\nReal trap nigga, baby, no flockin'\nCan't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'\nLipo with the pole, tryna get a new body","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.22] (Let this shit ride, Tony)\n[00:06.70] Pull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage\n[00:09.25] A sissy like that got out of Dodge\n[00:13.33] Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holdin'\n[00:16.12] Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (ay)\n[00:19.35] Well, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600\n[00:23.18] Way before all of this rap, I was outside tryna get money\n[00:25.95] Every nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm comin'\n[00:29.79] Got on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'\n[00:32.84] Bitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public\n[00:36.04] PB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it\n[00:39.69] Pass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject\n[00:43.09] Shit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'\n[00:46.45] Well, it's the loccsta groova (uh, yeah), original tiny Hoover (yeah)\n[00:50.85] 600 active member, duckin' the crash unit (skrrt)\n[00:53.21] Gangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick (buck)\n[00:57.14] Bumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, \"I do it\"\n[01:00.16] Um, minute-made long dreads, high fade\n[01:03.45] Dark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged\n[01:06.76] Ro$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei\n[01:10.41] All hail to the 6WA\n[01:14.16] 6:00 in the mornin', feds at my door\n[01:17.30] Shoulda seen them niggas comin', 'but the cameras was broke\n[01:20.19] Tried to run to the back and flush all of the dope\n[01:23.46] Ram truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (fuck it up)\n[01:26.38] Bitch, that's my favorite word\n[01:30.78] If she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (fuck it up)\n[01:34.02] Bitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt\n[01:37.02] Caught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (fuck it up)\n[01:41.17] Neighborhood dope man, tell me what you need\n[01:43.86] Where I'm from, this shit get ruth' like my name was Eazy-E\n[01:47.34] I got the formula, D.O.C, Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap\n[01:50.76] A sixer with attitude, who want some beef? Give a fuck 'bout the law, I hate police\n[01:53.81] Give a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell\n[01:55.87] Get my bitch on the line, go make my bail\n[01:57.79] Touch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales\n[01:59.37] Somewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular\n[02:01.86] Got it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky\n[02:02.94] Real trap nigga, baby, no flockin'\n[02:04.45] Can't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'\n[02:06.11] Lipo with the pole, tryna get a new body\n[02:07.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 6WA\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: 6WA\n  duration_ms: 129000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Let this shit ride, Tony)\n  start_ms: 2220\n  end_ms: 6700\n- text: Pull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage\n  start_ms: 6700\n  end_ms: 9250\n- text: A sissy like that got out of Dodge\n  start_ms: 9250\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holdin'\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (ay)\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 19350\n- text: Well, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600\n  start_ms: 19350\n  end_ms: 23180\n- text: Way before all of this rap, I was outside tryna get money\n  start_ms: 23180\n  end_ms: 25950\n- text: Every nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm comin'\n  start_ms: 25950\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Got on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32840\n- text: Bitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public\n  start_ms: 32840\n  end_ms: 36040\n- text: PB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it\n  start_ms: 36040\n  end_ms: 39690\n- text: Pass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject\n  start_ms: 39690\n  end_ms: 43090\n- text: Shit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'\n  start_ms: 43090\n  end_ms: 46450\n- text: Well, it's the loccsta groova (uh, yeah), original tiny Hoover (yeah)\n  start_ms: 46450\n  end_ms: 50850\n- text: 600 active member, duckin' the crash unit (skrrt)\n  start_ms: 50850\n  end_ms: 53210\n- text: Gangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick (buck)\n  start_ms: 53210\n  end_ms: 57140\n- text: Bumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, \"I do it\"\n  start_ms: 57140\n  end_ms: 60160\n- text: Um, minute-made long dreads, high fade\n  start_ms: 60160\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: Dark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 66760\n- text: Ro$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei\n  start_ms: 66760\n  end_ms: 70410\n- text: All hail to the 6WA\n  start_ms: 70410\n  end_ms: 74160\n- text: 6:00 in the mornin', feds at my door\n  start_ms: 74160\n  end_ms: 77300\n- text: Shoulda seen them niggas comin', 'but the cameras was broke\n  start_ms: 77300\n  end_ms: 80190\n- text: Tried to run to the back and flush all of the dope\n  start_ms: 80190\n  end_ms: 83460\n- text: Ram truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (fuck it up)\n  start_ms: 83460\n  end_ms: 86380\n- text: Bitch, that's my favorite word\n  start_ms: 86380\n  end_ms: 90780\n- text: If she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (fuck it up)\n  start_ms: 90780\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Bitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 97020\n- text: Caught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (fuck it up)\n  start_ms: 97020\n  end_ms: 101170\n- text: Neighborhood dope man, tell me what you need\n  start_ms: 101170\n  end_ms: 103860\n- text: Where I'm from, this shit get ruth' like my name was Eazy-E\n  start_ms: 103860\n  end_ms: 107340\n- text: I got the formula, D.O.C, Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap\n  start_ms: 107340\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: A sixer with attitude, who want some beef? 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Give a fuck 'bout the law, I hate police\n\n  Give a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell\n  Get my bitch on the line, go make my bail\n  Touch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales\n  Somewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular\n\n  Got it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky\n  Real trap nigga, baby, no flockin'\n  Can't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'\n  Lipo with the pole, tryna get a new body\n"},{"id":38662643,"name":"6WA","trackName":"6WA","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"6WA","duration":124.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Let this shit ride, Tony)\nPull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage\nA sissy like that got out of Dodge\nSucka on me 'cause the title I'm holdin'\nEazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (ay)\n\nWell, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600\nWay before all of this rap, I was outside tryna get money\nEvery nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm comin'\nGot on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'\n\nBitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public\nPB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it\nPass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject\nShit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'\n\nWell, it's the loccsta groova (uh, yeah), original tiny Hoover (yeah)\n600 active member, duckin' the crash unit (skrrt)\nGangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick (buck)\nBumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, \"I do it\"\n\nUm, minute-made long dreads, high fade\nDark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged\nRo$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei\nAll hail to the 6WA\n\n6:00 in the mornin', feds at my door\nShoulda seen them niggas comin', 'but the cameras was broke\nTried to run to the back and flush all of the dope\nRam truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (fuck it up)\n\nBitch, that's my favorite word\nIf she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (fuck it up)\nBitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt\nCaught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (fuck it up)\n\nNeighborhood dope man, tell me what you need\nWhere I'm from, this shit get ruth' like my name was Eazy-E\nI got the formula, D.O.C, Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap\nA sixer with attitude, who want some beef? Give a fuck 'bout the law, I hate police\n\nGive a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell\nGet my bitch on the line, go make my bail\nTouch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales\nSomewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular\n\nGot it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky\nReal trap nigga, baby, no flockin'\nCan't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'\nLipo with the pole, tryna get a new body","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.22](Let this shit ride, Tony)\n[00:06.70]Pull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage\n[00:09.25]A sissy like that got out of Dodge\n[00:13.33]Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holdin'\n[00:16.12]Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (ay)\n[00:19.35]Well, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600\n[00:23.18]Way before all of this rap, I was outside tryna get money\n[00:25.95]Every nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm comin'\n[00:29.79]Got on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'\n[00:32.84]Bitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public\n[00:36.04]PB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it\n[00:39.69]Pass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject\n[00:43.09]Shit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'\n[00:46.45]Well, it's the loccsta groova (uh, yeah), original tiny Hoover (yeah)\n[00:50.85]600 active member, duckin' the crash unit (skrrt)\n[00:53.21]Gangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick (buck)\n[00:57.14]Bumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, \"I do it\"\n[01:00.16]Um, minute-made long dreads, high fade\n[01:03.45]Dark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged\n[01:06.76]Ro$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei\n[01:10.41]All hail to the 6WA\n[01:14.16]6:00 in the mornin', feds at my door\n[01:17.30]Shoulda seen them niggas comin', 'but the cameras was broke\n[01:20.19]Tried to run to the back and flush all of the dope\n[01:23.46]Ram truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (fuck it up)\n[01:26.38]Bitch, that's my favorite word\n[01:30.78]If she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (fuck it up)\n[01:34.02]Bitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt\n[01:37.02]Caught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (fuck it up)\n[01:41.17]Neighborhood dope man, tell me what you need\n[01:43.86]Where I'm from, this shit get ruth' like my name was Eazy-E\n[01:47.34]I got the formula, D.O.C, Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap\n[01:50.76]A sixer with attitude, who want some beef? 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Give a fuck 'bout the law, I hate police\n\nGive a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell\nGet my bitch on the line, go make my bail\nTouch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales\nSomewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular\n\nGot it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky\nReal trap nigga, baby, no flockin'\nCan't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'\nLipo with the pole, tryna get a new body","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.22] (Let this shit ride, Tony)\n[00:06.70] Pull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage\n[00:09.25] A sissy like that got out of Dodge\n[00:13.33] Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holdin'\n[00:16.12] Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (ay)\n[00:19.35] Well, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600\n[00:23.18] Way before all of this rap, I was outside tryna get money\n[00:25.95] Every nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm comin'\n[00:29.79] Got on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'\n[00:32.84] Bitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public\n[00:36.04] PB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it\n[00:39.69] Pass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject\n[00:43.09] Shit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'\n[00:46.45] Well, it's the loccsta groova (uh, yeah), original tiny Hoover (yeah)\n[00:50.85] 600 active member, duckin' the crash unit (skrrt)\n[00:53.21] Gangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick (buck)\n[00:57.14] Bumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, \"I do it\"\n[01:00.16] Um, minute-made long dreads, high fade\n[01:03.45] Dark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged\n[01:06.76] Ro$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei\n[01:10.41] All hail to the 6WA\n[01:14.16] 6:00 in the mornin', feds at my door\n[01:17.30] Shoulda seen them niggas comin', 'but the cameras was broke\n[01:20.19] Tried to run to the back and flush all of the dope\n[01:23.46] Ram truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (fuck it up)\n[01:26.38] Bitch, that's my favorite word\n[01:30.78] If she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (fuck it up)\n[01:34.02] Bitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt\n[01:37.02] Caught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (fuck it up)\n[01:41.17] Neighborhood dope man, tell me what you need\n[01:43.86] Where I'm from, this shit get ruth' like my name was Eazy-E\n[01:47.34] I got the formula, D.O.C, Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap\n[01:50.76] A sixer with attitude, who want some beef? 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Give a fuck 'bout the law, I hate police\n\nGive a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell\nGet my bitch on the line, go make my bail\nTouch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales\nSomewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular\n\nGot it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky\nReal trap nigga, baby, no flockin'\nCan't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'\nLipo with the pole, tryna get a new body","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.22](Let this shit ride, Tony)\n[00:06.70]Pull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage\n[00:09.25]A sissy like that got out of Dodge\n[00:13.33]Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holdin'\n[00:16.12]Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (ay)\n[00:19.35]Well, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600\n[00:23.18]Way before all of this rap, I was outside tryna get money\n[00:25.95]Every nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm comin'\n[00:29.79]Got on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'\n[00:32.84]Bitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public\n[00:36.04]PB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it\n[00:39.69]Pass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject\n[00:43.09]Shit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'\n[00:46.45]Well, it's the loccsta groova (uh, yeah), original tiny Hoover (yeah)\n[00:50.85]600 active member, duckin' the crash unit (skrrt)\n[00:53.21]Gangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick (buck)\n[00:57.14]Bumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, \"I do it\"\n[01:00.16]Um, minute-made long dreads, high fade\n[01:03.45]Dark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged\n[01:06.76]Ro$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei\n[01:10.41]All hail to the 6WA\n[01:14.16]6:00 in the mornin', feds at my door\n[01:17.30]Shoulda seen them niggas comin', 'but the cameras was broke\n[01:20.19]Tried to run to the back and flush all of the dope\n[01:23.46]Ram truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (fuck it up)\n[01:26.38]Bitch, that's my favorite word\n[01:30.78]If she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (fuck it up)\n[01:34.02]Bitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt\n[01:37.02]Caught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (fuck it up)\n[01:41.17]Neighborhood dope man, tell me what you need\n[01:43.86]Where I'm from, this shit get ruth' like my name was Eazy-E\n[01:47.34]I got the formula, D.O.C, Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap\n[01:50.76]A sixer with attitude, who want some beef? 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Nigga, hell no\n\nDodgin' the alphabet, still lettin' L go, still the same nigga on the block with no mentor\nFuckin' off extras and countin' on Melrose, in Miami, I spent 'bout a dub on Lincoln Road\n1250 for shoes, sellin' D for the low, it's just too much cappin', don't get killed for an ego\nHit the switch on the glick, ain't no need for a reload, all the rappin'-ass niggas just actin', CB4\n\nAll this bread at the table, shit look like Last Supper, speech disorder, chop got a bad stutter\nGlock 23 with a 30, that's double-double, tryna drop e'rythang, Craig's in trouble\nBlack-face Rollie for all of the dark times, I know killers that only work part-time\nCountry-ass nigga, I'll step for some moonshine, get life in the sky if you go past this gun line\n\n600 'grees, nigga, go check the Fahrenheit, we the type to come shoot up the candlelights\nStomach shot fuck up a nigga whole appetite, flower-print earrings shine brighter than panel light\nBeen fed the streets, this shit more like a mukbang, 20K on the ground, this shit chump change\nK5 got a Glock, take the shot, then I slide the paper to him just like a gun range\n\nAin't gon' lie, I wasn't fuckin' with rappin' and shit, I was so used to spinnin' and smackin' on shit\nNow we up, me and my niggas havin' this shit, can't you tell by the plaques, how they platinum and shit?\nNo, I ain't doin' no tusslin', VVS diamond, I'm rockin' this Cullinan\nI been rappin', 'em pigs tried to stop me from hustlin', tryna figure out how to get package through customs\n\nThat lil' pussy a virgin, ain't got no bodies, put them P's on your head, Andy Milonakis\nI'm all up in the grow with Lil Morgan on Wocky, in the D with the snipers, on the phone with the foxes\nYou can hear his heartbeat, nigga, go check the stethoscope, stuffin' green in the pack, sellin' medical\nChrome Heart 'fit, 8000 on Melrose, 600 mob, nigga, welcome to death row","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.07] (Tuned up)\n[00:11.78] (Ayo, Sheff) ay\n[00:14.67] 600 the mob and we yet to be fucked with\n[00:16.72] Drop a bag, get him killed in his new 'fit\n[00:18.52] All on the 'net, but in person, ain't do shit\n[00:20.45] I'm the type get him robbed for his new kit\n[00:22.74] Let me chill and just talk 'bout this new shit\n[00:24.78] 200 the dash and these diamonds on CC\n[00:26.55] Ay, your folks used to say you wouldn't be shit\n[00:28.20] When it's war in that field, it get deep, bitch\n[00:29.63] Yeah, it's cool, them boys did what they did, but I swear for God y'all shoulda killed me\n[00:33.89] Ain't do nothin' but make some more money, some millions, only right all them pussy boys fear me\n[00:37.24] I'm a Balenci' guy, really put it on, all them niggas around, who you puttin' on?\n[00:41.18] I'm a 600 repper, check every song, and, no, I can't give 'em no clout, we just get 'em gone\n[00:44.85] Came a long way from the city, but that don't mean shit 'cause I still got the block on my back\n[00:49.03] Now it hit a lil' different 'cause when I go get me a bag, I ain't gotta go flip me a pack\n[00:52.68] Don't get it fucked up with this rappin' shit, I still'll wrap some shit, go do a show, double bag a bitch\n[00:56.67] Throw a 6 and 8, 600, we crackin' shit, shit we doin', man, this shit, it ain't average\n[01:00.26] X told me rap, man, I can't even go slide, fuck it, I might just go spin one more time\n[01:04.07] I be ready to kill, I don't play about mine, put his face on a tee like a graphic design\n[01:07.76] Hold my wrist up, it's a two-tone Cartier, bitch, I'm up, drop a bag, get him outta here\n[01:11.75] Diamonds hittin', nigga look like a chandelier, brand-new Lam', I hit the gas and we disappear\n[01:15.77] Dots on his top, got him yellin' out, \"Bingo\", been gamblin' with life, nigga, fuck a casino\n[01:19.33] Rap or trap, tryna stay out a RICO, they say it was beef, get it chopped with some pico\n[01:23.20] In the club with a Drac', got it tucked in a peacoat, take a rap nigga chain, feel like Deebo\n[01:27.14] Stuck in the game, shit feel like Velcro, me let an opp nigga slide? Nigga, hell no\n[01:30.75] Dodgin' the alphabet, still lettin' L go, still the same nigga on the block with no mentor\n[01:34.84] Fuckin' off extras and countin' on Melrose, in Miami, I spent 'bout a dub on Lincoln Road\n[01:38.58] 1250 for shoes, sellin' D for the low, it's just too much cappin', don't get killed for an ego\n[01:42.53] Hit the switch on the glick, ain't no need for a reload, all the rappin'-ass niggas just actin', CB4\n[01:46.43] All this bread at the table, shit look like Last Supper, speech disorder, chop got a bad stutter\n[01:50.25] Glock 23 with a 30, that's double-double, tryna drop e'rythang, Craig's in trouble\n[01:53.70] Black-face Rollie for all of the dark times, I know killers that only work part-time\n[01:57.69] Country-ass nigga, I'll step for some moonshine, get life in the sky if you go past this gun line\n[02:01.47] 600 'grees, nigga, go check the Fahrenheit, we the type to come shoot up the candlelights\n[02:05.33] Stomach shot fuck up a nigga whole appetite, flower-print earrings shine brighter than panel light\n[02:09.24] Been fed the streets, this shit more like a mukbang, 20K on the ground, this shit chump change\n[02:12.92] K5 got a Glock, take the shot, then I slide the paper to him just like a gun range\n[02:16.62] Ain't gon' lie, I wasn't fuckin' with rappin' and shit, I was so used to spinnin' and smackin' on shit\n[02:20.59] Now we up, me and my niggas havin' this shit, can't you tell by the plaques, how they platinum and shit?\n[02:24.41] No, I ain't doin' no tusslin', VVS diamond, I'm rockin' this Cullinan\n[02:28.04] I been rappin', 'em pigs tried to stop me from hustlin', tryna figure out how to get package through customs\n[02:31.47] That lil' pussy a virgin, ain't got no bodies, put them P's on your head, Andy Milonakis\n[02:35.75] I'm all up in the grow with Lil Morgan on Wocky, in the D with the snipers, on the phone with the foxes\n[02:39.52] You can hear his heartbeat, nigga, go check the stethoscope, stuffin' green in the pack, sellin' medical\n[02:43.43] Chrome Heart 'fit, 8000 on Melrose, 600 mob, nigga, welcome to death row\n[02:47.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 600 DEGREES\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: 6WA\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tuned up)\n  start_ms: 8070\n  end_ms: 11780\n- text: (Ayo, Sheff) ay\n  start_ms: 11780\n  end_ms: 14670\n- text: 600 the mob and we yet to be fucked with\n  start_ms: 14670\n  end_ms: 16720\n- text: Drop a bag, get him killed in his new 'fit\n  start_ms: 16720\n  end_ms: 18520\n- text: All on the 'net, but in person, ain't do shit\n  start_ms: 18520\n  end_ms: 20450\n- text: I'm the type get him robbed for his new kit\n  start_ms: 20450\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: Let me chill and just talk 'bout this new shit\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 24780\n- text: 200 the dash and these diamonds on CC\n  start_ms: 24780\n  end_ms: 26550\n- text: Ay, your folks used to say you wouldn't be shit\n  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(Laid up)\nNow my family pray for me, I'm prayed up\nIf I hop in that car knowin' shit can go left\nI put this on my soul, I won't say nothin'\n\nHad to get out the streets and the case comin'\nKnow them boys can't compete 'cause the K stutter\nBut I know how it is in the streets, so I'm focused on money\nBank look like a case number (case number)\nMan, I just went Goyard on my bags\nWent Balenci' my clothes, all-black on my whips\nShit, that's probably why niggas been mad\n\nOr it might be because I went up\nGot a big ass house with a six-car garage\nAnd like three of 'em trunk in the front\nLet me chill, 'cause I'm humble as fuck\nYeah, them niggas can pop, but when we see statements\nIt's clear that I'm obviously up\nThem 600 niggas is tough\nThey can say what they want 'bout us nigga\nBut all of us eating, kids wantin' for nothin'\n\nY'all can keep the lil' beef, I want money\nBut a peon play, drop a light 20K\nThey gon' have that boy wrapped like a mummy\nMan, I swear these lil' niggas is funny\nHow you think we competin'? 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(Laid up)\n[01:01.59] Now my family pray for me, I'm prayed up\n[01:03.23] If I hop in that car knowin' shit can go left\n[01:05.22] I put this on my soul, I won't say nothin'\n[01:06.94] Had to get out the streets and the case comin'\n[01:08.50] Know them boys can't compete 'cause the K stutter\n[01:09.89] But I know how it is in the streets, so I'm focused on money\n[01:12.18] Bank look like a case number (case number)\n[01:14.33] Man, I just went Goyard on my bags\n[01:16.93] Went Balenci' my clothes, all-black on my whips\n[01:18.62] Shit, that's probably why niggas been mad\n[01:20.22] Or it might be because I went up\n[01:21.89] Got a big ass house with a six-car garage\n[01:23.51] And like three of 'em trunk in the front\n[01:25.24] Let me chill, 'cause I'm humble as fuck\n[01:26.78] Yeah, them niggas can pop, but when we see statements\n[01:28.76] It's clear that I'm obviously up\n[01:30.42] Them 600 niggas is tough\n[01:31.82] They can say what they want 'bout us nigga\n[01:33.29] But all of us eating, kids wantin' for nothin'\n[01:35.29] Y'all can keep the lil' beef, I want money\n[01:36.91] But a peon play, drop a light 20K\n[01:38.74] They gon' have that boy wrapped like a mummy\n[01:42.06] Man, I swear these lil' niggas is funny\n[01:43.87] How you think we competin'? 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Bitch, please, I don't ch-cheat, all I got is good D\n[01:49.57] Give a bitch some good weed, now get up off my N-U-T\n[01:51.86] Dirty dawg, but I'm clean with no fleas\n[01:54.21] Break a bitch with no leash\n[01:56.10] Party all night, bang with no sleep\n[01:57.44] Folks on my face, spokes on the ride, outside every day\n[02:01.72] Got homies from the East, some from the West, Southside came to play\n[02:06.27] Roll up the dope, light up the smoke, puffin' on OG\n[02:10.93] Put liquor on ice, we about to get right, turn up, it's a 6ixer party (hello)\n[02:16.23] It's the sixth man of the year comin' off the bench\n[02:18.95] Finna see which honey-honey I'ma sleep with\n[02:21.44] Caught a lame nigga tryna play defense\n[02:23.89] They pretend, I'm just tryna mack her on some P shit\n[02:26.49] Told her, \"No, bae, you can't be my wife\"\n[02:28.80] I'm a 6ixer, that was just for tonight\n[02:31.27] Might get some dick if you give me head right\n[02:33.57] Get my nut, then I'm out 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I go Mexican, put in the work (go what?)\nGo Soulja Boy, nigga, I had this shit first (uh-huh), go deep in that field like football turf (shit)\nGo rip at this shirt with some big-ass jeans (big-ass jeans), country boy mud and go cup full of lean (mud)\nTwo different browns, Amiri on cream, go 107 chain with the 600 piece\n\nGoddamn it, I'm drippin' in fashion (uh-huh), press coverage, I'm jammin' (I'm jammin')\nI go big-ass Trues, Bottega boots, or jorts with the cookout sandals (damn)\nI go old school Chevy (skrrt), my bitch a stallion like Megan (like who?)\nI go stalk in your house (uh-huh), weight watchin', I go Jenny Craig (PB, what you do?)\n\nI go Chrome and Amiri (damn), I go Marni and Prada (good mornin')\nI go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (shit)\nI go bust down Rollie (bling-blaow), I go plain Hublot (that plain)\nI go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (nah, fasho)\n\nI go Ulenciaga 'bout the boots, ho tryna blow me like a flute\nI hit up Chance, give me a fade, bitches textin' my phone, tellin' me I'm cute\nI go Smoothie King, a bowl of fruit, I go Amiri jacket, matchin' shoes\nI go Call of Duty for the loot, X went Lam' truck, so I went coupe (uh, uh)\n\nI go .223 with a clip 'bout as big as a toddler\nNigga, I go Burger King, stay with that whopper, bitch, I'ma go choppa, I'm not finna squabble\nI go Italian, cookin' this pasta, I go big, diamonds colossal\nI go skiin' in some Dior goggles, I go track in the town for the joggers\n\nI go Chrome and Amiri (damn), I go Marni and Prada (good mornin')\nI go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (shit)\nI go bust down Rollie (bling-blaow), I go plain Hublot (that plain)\nI go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (nah, fasho)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.10] Good mornin' (good mornin', good mornin')\n[00:04.31] I go, I go, shit popper (okay), ah\n[00:08.09] I go Timbs (I go Timbs)\n[00:09.62] The butter motherfuckers (the butter motherfuckers)\n[00:11.22] I go Creed skinny jeans on a boy, yeah, no kiddin' me\n[00:14.40] I go Chrome and Amiri (damn), I go Marni and Prada (good mornin')\n[00:17.13] I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (shit)\n[00:20.75] I go bust down Rollie (bling-blaow), I go plain Hublot (that plain)\n[00:24.30] I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (nah, fasho, IDuudit)\n[00:28.32] Like I go swimmin' with Dolph, blue diamonds (water), and article pieces, caught on arrival (shit)\n[00:31.52] I go summertime, sun keep shinin' (uh-huh), I go real diamond boy like Johnny (diamond boy)\n[00:35.35] I go Mark Cuban, ballin' and rich (man, what?) Patek and water, I'm cold on a bitch (too smooth)\n[00:38.93] I go celibate, get off my dick (get off), two scoop ice cream, how I'm hittin' a lick (goddamn)\n[00:42.66] I go anemic, my iron tucked low in this shirt (that's what?) I go Mexican, put in the work (go what?)\n[00:46.20] Go Soulja Boy, nigga, I had this shit first (uh-huh), go deep in that field like football turf (shit)\n[00:49.79] Go rip at this shirt with some big-ass jeans (big-ass jeans), country boy mud and go cup full of lean (mud)\n[00:53.55] Two different browns, Amiri on cream, go 107 chain with the 600 piece\n[00:57.28] Goddamn it, I'm drippin' in fashion (uh-huh), press coverage, I'm jammin' (I'm jammin')\n[01:00.79] I go big-ass Trues, Bottega boots, or jorts with the cookout sandals (damn)\n[01:04.45] I go old school Chevy (skrrt), my bitch a stallion like Megan (like who?)\n[01:07.54] I go stalk in your house (uh-huh), weight watchin', I go Jenny Craig (PB, what you do?)\n[01:11.54] I go Chrome and Amiri (damn), I go Marni and Prada (good mornin')\n[01:14.84] I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (shit)\n[01:18.35] I go bust down Rollie (bling-blaow), I go plain Hublot (that plain)\n[01:21.88] I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (nah, fasho)\n[01:25.64] I go Ulenciaga 'bout the boots, ho tryna blow me like a flute\n[01:29.21] I hit up Chance, give me a fade, bitches textin' my phone, tellin' me I'm cute\n[01:32.87] I go Smoothie King, a bowl of fruit, I go Amiri jacket, matchin' shoes\n[01:36.42] I go Call of Duty for the loot, X went Lam' truck, so I went coupe (uh, uh)\n[01:40.32] I go .223 with a clip 'bout as big as a toddler\n[01:44.04] Nigga, I go Burger King, stay with that whopper, bitch, I'ma go choppa, I'm not finna squabble\n[01:47.26] I go Italian, cookin' this pasta, I go big, diamonds colossal\n[01:50.97] I go skiin' in some Dior goggles, I go track in the town for the joggers\n[01:54.59] I go Chrome and Amiri (damn), I go Marni and Prada (good mornin')\n[01:58.78] I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (shit)\n[02:01.62] I go bust down Rollie (bling-blaow), I go plain Hublot (that plain)\n[02:05.42] I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (nah, fasho)\n[02:08.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I GO\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: 6WA\n  duration_ms: 136000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Good mornin' (good mornin', good mornin')\n  start_ms: 100\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: I go, I go, shit popper (okay), ah\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 8090\n- text: I go Timbs (I go Timbs)\n  start_ms: 8090\n  end_ms: 9620\n- text: The butter motherfuckers (the butter motherfuckers)\n  start_ms: 9620\n  end_ms: 11220\n- text: I go Creed skinny jeans on a boy, yeah, no kiddin' me\n  start_ms: 11220\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: I go Chrome and Amiri (damn), I go Marni and Prada (good mornin')\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (shit)\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20750\n- text: I go bust down Rollie (bling-blaow), I go plain Hublot (that plain)\n  start_ms: 20750\n  end_ms: 24300\n- text: I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (nah, fasho, IDuudit)\n  start_ms: 24300\n  end_ms: 28320\n- text: Like I go swimmin' with Dolph, blue diamonds (water), and article pieces, caught on arrival (shit)\n  start_ms: 28320\n  end_ms: 31520\n- text: I go summertime, sun keep shinin' (uh-huh), I go real diamond boy like Johnny (diamond boy)\n  start_ms: 31520\n  end_ms: 35350\n- text: I go Mark Cuban, ballin' and rich (man, what?) 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Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\nHe be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\nAy, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\nHe stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n\nWhoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\nSame bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\nBitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\nNow she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\nWho done it? People call him the biggest and say he get money\nThey say he'll blow yo' ass down, but he funny, and smart 'cause his mama wasn't raisin' no dummy\nAy, who done it? Shit, the same nigga who used should sell poles on the block\nStill the same nigga whether you know him or not, he can't hang with you niggas, he's startin' to move proper\n\nHuh, he did it, shit, that's what they gon' say even if he ain't do it\nHe stay chasin' paper, every day, he get to it, a nigga try him while he hidin', he shootin'\nAy, 600, they the ones that them fuck niggas love to go hate\nHalf of these niggas mad 'cause they up and they ain't 'cause they can't, let's be real, most of these niggas shaky\n\nShake hands, nigga, can't make a play, so he hate-ass nigga\nAin't got him no pape'-ass nigga, fake-ass nigga\nBe broke than a bitch, but he act like he touched six figures\nIt's up and it's stuck, fuck nigga, huh, I can't fuck with you, ay\n\nWhoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\nSame bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\nBitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\nNow she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\nWho done it? Call her first lady, she locked with a seat\nFake hos tryna leech and be all into me, one call, send shooters in just like the Knicks, bitch\nWho done it? Took flight just to show these hos how to perform\nThen she went took a jet, that shit outta the norm, now them people just screamin' shit, runnin' a swarm\n\nNah, you ain't never been seen it before, she posin' for pics, know she throw up a four\nBaddie can step, know she comin' for war, and these bitches be tryna compete, what for?\nMane, she be just tryna turn up polite, know she mean than a bitch, but be playin' it nice\nThey throwin' salt, I ain't talkin' no spice, and she lappin' these hos like a track, no spikes\n\nAy, who done it? Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\nHe be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\nAy, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\nHe stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n\nWhoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\nSame bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\nBitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\nNow she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\nWho done it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.87]Tony Coles\n[00:14.62]Ay, who done it? Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\n[00:18.23]He be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\n[00:21.96]Ay, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\n[00:25.70]He stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n[00:29.52]Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n[00:33.44]Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n[00:37.01]Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n[00:40.75]Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n[00:45.22]Who done it? People call him the biggest and say he get money\n[00:48.48]They say he'll blow yo' ass down, but he funny, and smart 'cause his mama wasn't raisin' no dummy\n[00:52.21]Ay, who done it? Shit, the same nigga who used should sell poles on the block\n[00:55.93]Still the same nigga whether you know him or not, he can't hang with you niggas, he's startin' to move proper\n[01:00.23]Huh, he did it, shit, that's what they gon' say even if he ain't do it\n[01:03.64]He stay chasin' paper, every day, he get to it, a nigga try him while he hidin', he shootin'\n[01:07.61]Ay, 600, they the ones that them fuck niggas love to go hate\n[01:11.44]Half of these niggas mad 'cause they up and they ain't 'cause they can't, let's be real, most of these niggas shaky\n[01:15.68]Shake hands, nigga, can't make a play, so he hate-ass nigga\n[01:20.01]Ain't got him no pape'-ass nigga, fake-ass nigga\n[01:23.09]Be broke than a bitch, but he act like he touched six figures\n[01:25.89]It's up and it's stuck, fuck nigga, huh, I can't fuck with you, ay\n[01:30.16]Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n[01:34.34]Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n[01:38.29]Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n[01:42.04]Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n[01:46.11]Who done it? Call her first lady, she locked with a seat\n[01:49.39]Fake hos tryna leech and be all into me, one call, send shooters in just like the Knicks, bitch\n[01:54.06]Who done it? Took flight just to show these hos how to perform\n[01:56.92]Then she went took a jet, that shit outta the norm, now them people just screamin' shit, runnin' a swarm\n[02:01.43]Nah, you ain't never been seen it before, she posin' for pics, know she throw up a four\n[02:05.14]Baddie can step, know she comin' for war, and these bitches be tryna compete, what for?\n[02:08.99]Mane, she be just tryna turn up polite, know she mean than a bitch, but be playin' it nice\n[02:12.64]They throwin' salt, I ain't talkin' no spice, and she lappin' these hos like a track, no spikes\n[02:16.58]Ay, who done it? Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\n[02:20.14]He be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\n[02:23.94]Ay, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\n[02:27.69]He stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n[02:31.69]Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n[02:35.45]Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n[02:39.44]Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n[02:42.71]Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n[02:47.83]Who done it?\n[02:48.37]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WHO DUNNIT (BONUS)\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: 6WA\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tony Coles\n  start_ms: 10870\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Ay, who done it? Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\n  start_ms: 14620\n  end_ms: 18230\n- text: He be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\n  start_ms: 18230\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: Ay, who done it? 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She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n  Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\n  Who done it? People call him the biggest and say he get money\n  They say he'll blow yo' ass down, but he funny, and smart 'cause his mama wasn't raisin' no dummy\n  Ay, who done it? Shit, the same nigga who used should sell poles on the block\n  Still the same nigga whether you know him or not, he can't hang with you niggas, he's startin' to move proper\n\n  Huh, he did it, shit, that's what they gon' say even if he ain't do it\n  He stay chasin' paper, every day, he get to it, a nigga try him while he hidin', he shootin'\n  Ay, 600, they the ones that them fuck niggas love to go hate\n  Half of these niggas mad 'cause they up and they ain't 'cause they can't, let's be real, most of these niggas shaky\n\n  Shake hands, nigga, can't make a play, so he hate-ass nigga\n  Ain't got him no pape'-ass nigga, fake-ass nigga\n  Be broke than a bitch, but he act like he touched six figures\n  It's up and it's stuck, fuck nigga, huh, I can't fuck with you, ay\n\n  Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n  Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n  Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n  Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\n  Who done it? Call her first lady, she locked with a seat\n  Fake hos tryna leech and be all into me, one call, send shooters in just like the Knicks, bitch\n  Who done it? Took flight just to show these hos how to perform\n  Then she went took a jet, that shit outta the norm, now them people just screamin' shit, runnin' a swarm\n\n  Nah, you ain't never been seen it before, she posin' for pics, know she throw up a four\n  Baddie can step, know she comin' for war, and these bitches be tryna compete, what for?\n  Mane, she be just tryna turn up polite, know she mean than a bitch, but be playin' it nice\n  They throwin' salt, I ain't talkin' no spice, and she lappin' these hos like a track, no spikes\n\n  Ay, who done it? 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Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\nHe be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\nAy, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\nHe stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n\nWhoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\nSame bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\nBitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\nNow she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\nWho done it? People call him the biggest and say he get money\nThey say he'll blow yo' ass down, but he funny, and smart 'cause his mama wasn't raisin' no dummy\nAy, who done it? Shit, the same nigga who used should sell poles on the block\nStill the same nigga whether you know him or not, he can't hang with you niggas, he's startin' to move proper\n\nHuh, he did it, shit, that's what they gon' say even if he ain't do it\nHe stay chasin' paper, every day, he get to it, a nigga try him while he hidin', he shootin'\nAy, 600, they the ones that them fuck niggas love to go hate\nHalf of these niggas mad 'cause they up and they ain't 'cause they can't, let's be real, most of these niggas shaky\n\nShake hands, nigga, can't make a play, so he hate-ass nigga\nAin't got him no pape'-ass nigga, fake-ass nigga\nBe broke than a bitch, but he act like he touched six figures\nIt's up and it's stuck, fuck nigga, huh, I can't fuck with you, ay\n\nWhoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\nSame bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\nBitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\nNow she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\nWho done it? Call her first lady, she locked with a seat\nFake hos tryna leech and be all into me, one call, send shooters in just like the Knicks, bitch\nWho done it? Took flight just to show these hos how to perform\nThen she went took a jet, that shit outta the norm, now them people just screamin' shit, runnin' a swarm\n\nNah, you ain't never been seen it before, she posin' for pics, know she throw up a four\nBaddie can step, know she comin' for war, and these bitches be tryna compete, what for?\nMane, she be just tryna turn up polite, know she mean than a bitch, but be playin' it nice\nThey throwin' salt, I ain't talkin' no spice, and she lappin' these hos like a track, no spikes\n\nAy, who done it? Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\nHe be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\nAy, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\nHe stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n\nWhoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\nSame bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\nBitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\nNow she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\nWho done it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.87] Tony Coles\n[00:14.62] Ay, who done it? Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\n[00:18.23] He be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\n[00:21.96] Ay, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\n[00:25.70] He stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n[00:29.52] Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n[00:33.44] Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n[00:37.01] Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n[00:40.75] Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n[00:45.22] Who done it? People call him the biggest and say he get money\n[00:48.48] They say he'll blow yo' ass down, but he funny, and smart 'cause his mama wasn't raisin' no dummy\n[00:52.21] Ay, who done it? Shit, the same nigga who used should sell poles on the block\n[00:55.93] Still the same nigga whether you know him or not, he can't hang with you niggas, he's startin' to move proper\n[01:00.23] Huh, he did it, shit, that's what they gon' say even if he ain't do it\n[01:03.64] He stay chasin' paper, every day, he get to it, a nigga try him while he hidin', he shootin'\n[01:07.61] Ay, 600, they the ones that them fuck niggas love to go hate\n[01:11.44] Half of these niggas mad 'cause they up and they ain't 'cause they can't, let's be real, most of these niggas shaky\n[01:15.68] Shake hands, nigga, can't make a play, so he hate-ass nigga\n[01:20.01] Ain't got him no pape'-ass nigga, fake-ass nigga\n[01:23.09] Be broke than a bitch, but he act like he touched six figures\n[01:25.89] It's up and it's stuck, fuck nigga, huh, I can't fuck with you, ay\n[01:30.16] Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n[01:34.34] Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n[01:38.29] Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n[01:42.04] Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n[01:46.11] Who done it? Call her first lady, she locked with a seat\n[01:49.39] Fake hos tryna leech and be all into me, one call, send shooters in just like the Knicks, bitch\n[01:54.06] Who done it? 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She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n  Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\n  Who done it? People call him the biggest and say he get money\n  They say he'll blow yo' ass down, but he funny, and smart 'cause his mama wasn't raisin' no dummy\n  Ay, who done it? Shit, the same nigga who used should sell poles on the block\n  Still the same nigga whether you know him or not, he can't hang with you niggas, he's startin' to move proper\n\n  Huh, he did it, shit, that's what they gon' say even if he ain't do it\n  He stay chasin' paper, every day, he get to it, a nigga try him while he hidin', he shootin'\n  Ay, 600, they the ones that them fuck niggas love to go hate\n  Half of these niggas mad 'cause they up and they ain't 'cause they can't, let's be real, most of these niggas shaky\n\n  Shake hands, nigga, can't make a play, so he hate-ass nigga\n  Ain't got him no pape'-ass nigga, fake-ass nigga\n  Be broke than a bitch, but he act like he touched six figures\n  It's up and it's stuck, fuck nigga, huh, I can't fuck with you, ay\n\n  Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n  Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n  Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n  Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n\n  Who done it? Call her first lady, she locked with a seat\n  Fake hos tryna leech and be all into me, one call, send shooters in just like the Knicks, bitch\n  Who done it? Took flight just to show these hos how to perform\n  Then she went took a jet, that shit outta the norm, now them people just screamin' shit, runnin' a swarm\n\n  Nah, you ain't never been seen it before, she posin' for pics, know she throw up a four\n  Baddie can step, know she comin' for war, and these bitches be tryna compete, what for?\n  Mane, she be just tryna turn up polite, know she mean than a bitch, but be playin' it nice\n  They throwin' salt, I ain't talkin' no spice, and she lappin' these hos like a track, no spikes\n\n  Ay, who done it? Shit, they say it's some boy who say he from the grove\n  He be claimin' 600 and fuckin' on hos, heard he used to sell shit that folks put in they nose\n  Ay, who done it? Man, they say it's that nigga that beat up the road\n  He stay covered in Nikes, he had white off the road, every nigga that tried him, they say he exposed\n\n  Whoo, who done it? Say it's that chick that come straight from the booth\n  Same bitch that be steppin' on shit like a shoe, gorilla, be beatin' on shit like a zoo\n  Bitch, who done it? She remember no motion, just joggin' in place\n  Now she ran up a bag, goin' state after state, she just went got a watch, her shit wet like a lake, bitch\n  Who done it?\n"},{"id":38062082,"name":"THE HOTTEST","trackName":"THE HOTTEST","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"6WA","duration":142.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) ay\n\nI'm the hottest in the motherfuckin' world, how I'm feelin'\nNigga play with me, on my son, then it's a killin'\nJust a 6-double-0 repper who been steppin' since the village\nCybertruck, this bitch electric, when I take off, I can't feel it\n\nAll this shit came off of loyalty, you stayed down, then you with me\nJust paid my taxes, I might go and blow a 50\nThis my third grill of the year, just might go plain, veneer my dentures\nThem YNs comin', spin your block, just know I'll seal it\n\nI don't do much on the internet, just flex and show these riches\nThis shit here motivate my hood, I'm from the trenches\nI was just breakin' down rocks, we switched the spots when shit got wicked\nMy pops the first nigga I know that had them chickens\n\nUh, real trap, nigga, you want 'bows or want some fent'?\nMix the Quay up with the Tris, got me talkin' with a lisp\nAll we makin' green like we was vegan, saved by the bell, hear the tires screechin'\nOutta state somewhere at the Four Season, go get the money, give you four reason\n\nOne, who the fuck wanna be broke? Before I do, I'ma go sell a 'bow\nTwo, these lil' bitches ain't cheap, I buy shit for all my hos\nThree, gotta have bail money, what you gon' do when they kick that door?\nFour, gotta make sure home straight, that why a nigga gon' hold 'em up\n\nThey dependin' on me, nobody else, stuck in the trap, at war with self\nBeen dope in the city, it sell off the shelf, boy stay in the kitchen, he think he a chef\nHow he love you? He bought you testers, come fuck with a real one, they not a repper\nPop shit every day, I'm feelin' successful, 'bows in trunk, I'm drivin' like Dexter (ay)\n\nI ain't ain't nothin' like them other niggas, baby, can't you tell?\nStill the same nigga in 'em streets and in that cell\nReally got partners in that cage, when they come home, we causin' hell\nThey super solid, all of your lil' partners locked up tryna tell\n\nKeep tryna make him hear the rapper, but he still searchin' the mail\nI just got PB off the block, that nigga still be toatin' shells\nRo$ama still be hittin' licks with all his ice like we can't tell\nBut on my baby, nigga ever play, I bet we leave him pale\n\nI been trappin' 'round these motherfuckers since I was itty-bitty\nRidin' around, I'm gettin' it, two chains on, I feel like Tity\nKnow I keep me somethin' pretty, she got a man, it ain't my bidness\nI'm rockin' shows, sellin' 'bows, make the dope roll when I'm out the city\n\nDon't be fooled because I'm rappin', I used to go to Cali and wrap 'em\nVacuum seal, made me a mil', before my deal, a house on a hill\nCold-hearted, it get me chills, I love the hustle, it give me a thrill\nLove me or hate me, it just what it is, 600 the label, they know what it is, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.46] (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) ay\n[00:11.56] I'm the hottest in the motherfuckin' world, how I'm feelin'\n[00:14.45] Nigga play with me, on my son, then it's a killin'\n[00:17.41] Just a 6-double-0 repper who been steppin' since the village\n[00:20.06] Cybertruck, this bitch electric, when I take off, I can't feel it\n[00:22.92] All this shit came off of loyalty, you stayed down, then you with me\n[00:26.07] Just paid my taxes, I might go and blow a 50\n[00:29.03] This my third grill of the year, just might go plain, veneer my dentures\n[00:31.89] Them YNs comin', spin your block, just know I'll seal it\n[00:34.72] I don't do much on the internet, just flex and show these riches\n[00:37.74] This shit here motivate my hood, I'm from the trenches\n[00:40.72] I was just breakin' down rocks, we switched the spots when shit got wicked\n[00:43.72] My pops the first nigga I know that had them chickens\n[00:46.77] Uh, real trap, nigga, you want 'bows or want some fent'?\n[00:49.56] Mix the Quay up with the Tris, got me talkin' with a lisp\n[00:52.55] All we makin' green like we was vegan, saved by the bell, hear the tires screechin'\n[00:55.82] Outta state somewhere at the Four Season, go get the money, give you four reason\n[00:58.77] One, who the fuck wanna be broke? Before I do, I'ma go sell a 'bow\n[01:01.82] Two, these lil' bitches ain't cheap, I buy shit for all my hos\n[01:04.89] Three, gotta have bail money, what you gon' do when they kick that door?\n[01:07.73] Four, gotta make sure home straight, that why a nigga gon' hold 'em up\n[01:10.82] They dependin' on me, nobody else, stuck in the trap, at war with self\n[01:13.47] Been dope in the city, it sell off the shelf, boy stay in the kitchen, he think he a chef\n[01:16.49] How he love you? He bought you testers, come fuck with a real one, they not a repper\n[01:19.41] Pop shit every day, I'm feelin' successful, 'bows in trunk, I'm drivin' like Dexter (ay)\n[01:22.31] I ain't ain't nothin' like them other niggas, baby, can't you tell?\n[01:25.42] Still the same nigga in 'em streets and in that cell\n[01:28.52] Really got partners in that cage, when they come home, we causin' hell\n[01:30.91] They super solid, all of your lil' partners locked up tryna tell\n[01:33.99] Keep tryna make him hear the rapper, but he still searchin' the mail\n[01:36.96] I just got PB off the block, that nigga still be toatin' shells\n[01:39.77] Ro$ama still be hittin' licks with all his ice like we can't tell\n[01:42.74] But on my baby, nigga ever play, I bet we leave him pale\n[01:45.61] I been trappin' 'round these motherfuckers since I was itty-bitty\n[01:48.87] Ridin' around, I'm gettin' it, two chains on, I feel like Tity\n[01:51.82] Know I keep me somethin' pretty, she got a man, it ain't my bidness\n[01:54.82] I'm rockin' shows, sellin' 'bows, make the dope roll when I'm out the city\n[01:57.85] Don't be fooled because I'm rappin', I used to go to Cali and wrap 'em\n[02:00.74] Vacuum seal, made me a mil', before my deal, a house on a hill\n[02:03.61] Cold-hearted, it get me chills, I love the hustle, it give me a thrill\n[02:06.66] Love me or hate me, it just what it is, 600 the label, they know what it is, uh\n[02:09.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THE HOTTEST\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: 6WA\n  duration_ms: 142000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) ay\n  start_ms: 9460\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: I'm the hottest in the motherfuckin' world, how I'm feelin'\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Nigga play with me, on my son, then it's a killin'\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17410\n- text: Just a 6-double-0 repper who been steppin' since the village\n  start_ms: 17410\n  end_ms: 20060\n- text: Cybertruck, this bitch electric, when I take off, I can't feel it\n  start_ms: 20060\n  end_ms: 22920\n- text: All this shit came off of loyalty, you stayed down, then you with me\n  start_ms: 22920\n  end_ms: 26070\n- text: Just paid my taxes, I might go and blow a 50\n  start_ms: 26070\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: This my third grill of the year, just might go plain, veneer my dentures\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 31890\n- text: Them YNs comin', spin your block, just know I'll seal it\n  start_ms: 31890\n  end_ms: 34720\n- text: I don't do much on the internet, just flex and show these riches\n  start_ms: 34720\n  end_ms: 37740\n- text: This shit here motivate my hood, I'm from the trenches\n  start_ms: 37740\n  end_ms: 40720\n- text: I was just breakin' down rocks, we switched the spots when shit got wicked\n  start_ms: 40720\n  end_ms: 43720\n- text: My pops the first nigga I know that had them chickens\n  start_ms: 43720\n  end_ms: 46770\n- text: Uh, real trap, nigga, you want 'bows or want some fent'?\n  start_ms: 46770\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: Mix the Quay up with the Tris, got me talkin' with a lisp\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 52550\n- text: All we makin' green like we was vegan, saved by the bell, hear the tires screechin'\n  start_ms: 52550\n  end_ms: 55820\n- text: Outta state somewhere at the Four Season, go get the money, give you four reason\n  start_ms: 55820\n  end_ms: 58770\n- text: One, who the fuck wanna be broke? 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He bought you testers, come fuck with a real one, they not a repper\n  Pop shit every day, I'm feelin' successful, 'bows in trunk, I'm drivin' like Dexter (ay)\n\n  I ain't ain't nothin' like them other niggas, baby, can't you tell?\n  Still the same nigga in 'em streets and in that cell\n  Really got partners in that cage, when they come home, we causin' hell\n  They super solid, all of your lil' partners locked up tryna tell\n\n  Keep tryna make him hear the rapper, but he still searchin' the mail\n  I just got PB off the block, that nigga still be toatin' shells\n  Ro$ama still be hittin' licks with all his ice like we can't tell\n  But on my baby, nigga ever play, I bet we leave him pale\n\n  I been trappin' 'round these motherfuckers since I was itty-bitty\n  Ridin' around, I'm gettin' it, two chains on, I feel like Tity\n  Know I keep me somethin' pretty, she got a man, it ain't my bidness\n  I'm rockin' shows, sellin' 'bows, make the dope roll when I'm out the city\n\n  Don't be fooled because I'm rappin', I used to go to Cali and wrap 'em\n  Vacuum seal, made me a mil', before my deal, a house on a hill\n  Cold-hearted, it get me chills, I love the hustle, it give me a thrill\n  Love me or hate me, it just what it is, 600 the label, they know what it is, uh\n"},{"id":38166577,"name":"LONG LIVE FRESH","trackName":"LONG LIVE FRESH","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"6WA","duration":130.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Let the band play)\n\nAy, I done came up a long way from the trap house, used to get the dope in, now we get the rap out\nI don't wanna hear the lame shit, you finna cap out, million-dollar nigga walk through with them racks out\nChanel, YSL, how I smell, bring them cats out, I made it through hell, you can't tell this the fast route\nSupercharger (dream), we come through with them Scats out, all this life that I live what you act out\n\nReally love steppers, lay low with that Blackout, this a rich-nigga spot, put that Black out\nAll of my niggas got pape', still'll crash out, why Ro$ama out back with that MAC out?\nAin't gon' lie, I'm still clutchin' and shit, I don't like how this famous shit feels\nSpent 200K on my neck, yes, I'm serious, reach for this shit, then you gotta be killed (hot on it)\n\n10-7 piece on Evian water, short-bus diamond, these bitches retarded\nBig-booty bitch, bend her over, Ms. Parker, hit her one leg up, call me Mr. Marcus\nWidebody 'Rango, I can't even park it, bedazzle my fitted, look how this bitch sparkle\nBlack-ass nigga, on fire like charcoal, rich-ass flows, I'm walkin' on marbles\n\nBallin' too hard, I should go to the rec, I sit low, but I'm sippin' Hi-Tech\nQuit pushin' my button just 'cause you feel pressed 'cause I'm quick to snap back like Mitchell & Ness\nQuiet and kept, I'm the last one left, paparazzi surrounded, hop out fully dressed\nDawg-ass nigga, I'm pushin' the 'Vette, or jump in the Ghost, now I'm feelin' possessed\n\nThese niggas be all on the 'net, I'm like, \"Why is these scary-ass niggas so far from the field?\"\nMy pinky on frostbit, wrist on faucet, earrings so big, these hos give me the chills\nSpent Ms on a big-ass house, I mean big than a bitch, and them folks still can't see where I live\nSee, we ridin' slo-mo 'less we see po-po, then we hit the gas, bust a left, and shift gears\n\nBackyard boogie, back here with that MAC out, big-body Benzo, I prolly'll crash out\nBigXthaPlug, why you act what you rap 'bout? This shit real, it ain't too much to cap 'bout\nOverstood, ain't gotta tell you to do it then, back to go rockin' out that Christian Louboutin\n10-7 Hoover, I'm a rich-ass hooligan, countin' my Ms, now I'm feelin' like Julian, damn\n\nI done came up a long way from the trap house, used to get the dope in, now we get the rap out\nI don't wanna hear the lame shit, you finna cap out, million-dollar nigga walk through with them racks out\nChanel, YSL, how I smell, bring them cats out, I made it through hell, you can't tell this the fast route\nSupercharger (dream), we come through with them Scats out, all this life that I live what you act out","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.29] (Let the band play)\n[00:07.44] Ay, I done came up a long way from the trap house, used to get the dope in, now we get the rap out\n[00:11.38] I don't wanna hear the lame shit, you finna cap out, million-dollar nigga walk through with them racks out\n[00:14.66] Chanel, YSL, how I smell, bring them cats out, I made it through hell, you can't tell this the fast route\n[00:18.66] Supercharger (dream), we come through with them Scats out, all this life that I live what you act out\n[00:22.83] Really love steppers, lay low with that Blackout, this a rich-nigga spot, put that Black out\n[00:26.45] All of my niggas got pape', still'll crash out, why Ro$ama out back with that MAC out?\n[00:30.14] Ain't gon' lie, I'm still clutchin' and shit, I don't like how this famous shit feels\n[00:33.60] Spent 200K on my neck, yes, I'm serious, reach for this shit, then you gotta be killed (hot on it)\n[00:37.27] 10-7 piece on Evian water, short-bus diamond, these bitches retarded\n[00:41.18] Big-booty bitch, bend her over, Ms. Parker, hit her one leg up, call me Mr. Marcus\n[00:44.81] Widebody 'Rango, I can't even park it, bedazzle my fitted, look how this bitch sparkle\n[00:48.99] Black-ass nigga, on fire like charcoal, rich-ass flows, I'm walkin' on marbles\n[00:52.65] Ballin' too hard, I should go to the rec, I sit low, but I'm sippin' Hi-Tech\n[00:56.71] Quit pushin' my button just 'cause you feel pressed 'cause I'm quick to snap back like Mitchell & Ness\n[01:01.13] Quiet and kept, I'm the last one left, paparazzi surrounded, hop out fully dressed\n[01:04.22] Dawg-ass nigga, I'm pushin' the 'Vette, or jump in the Ghost, now I'm feelin' possessed\n[01:08.08] These niggas be all on the 'net, I'm like, \"Why is these scary-ass niggas so far from the field?\"\n[01:12.10] My pinky on frostbit, wrist on faucet, earrings so big, these hos give me the chills\n[01:15.89] Spent Ms on a big-ass house, I mean big than a bitch, and them folks still can't see where I live\n[01:19.89] See, we ridin' slo-mo 'less we see po-po, then we hit the gas, bust a left, and shift gears\n[01:23.63] Backyard boogie, back here with that MAC out, big-body Benzo, I prolly'll crash out\n[01:27.44] BigXthaPlug, why you act what you rap 'bout? 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