[{"id":20178624,"name":"230 Pounds","trackName":"230 Pounds","artistName":"Chillinit","albumName":"The Octagon","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rargh\nThe Octagon\nRemember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)\n\"Hey Ya\" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day\nWe should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)\nTry this right here, check\n\n(Hey ya) \"230 pounds of marijuana...\"\n(Hey ya) \"Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash...\"\n(Hey ya) \"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look...\"\n(Hey ya) \"A 55,000 dollar watch\"\n\nRargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar\nI was six feet deep with the roses and flows\nI was gettin' head stoned like graveyards\n\nI'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs ill like Neymar\nNot Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker\nFunky Friday and pills on a rainbow\nPsychodrama, but I'm not Dave, though\nQuavo gettin' 'em high like all night\nWith a freak little thing on the right from Barbados\n\nChill the fuck out, peso\nSnoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low\nRap shit is a war of the words\nAnd my words are gods of the war like Kratos\n\nI'm in a blacked out Mazda\nBad bitch that I met on Insta\nIn the club with a bottle of bub'\nSo yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her\nMight chop ya trees and yell timber\nI might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder\nI might say babysit, I might kid ya\nI might Will Smith your bitch and then switch up\n\nFacts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's\nStill blow sesh from the front to the back\nWith the fam till the death and the bud that I pack\n\nMoney in a wraps both backflip\nGot 55 grand in the mattress\nCan't catch this\nI just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat-trick\n\n(Hey ya) \"230 pounds of marijuana...\"\n(Hey ya) \"Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash...\"\n(Hey ya) \"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look...\"\n(Hey ya) \"A 55,000 dollar watch\"\n\nI said, \"Quick figures pay less\nQuick pay for the six-figure pay cheque\"\nZip Pay, then I strip on my babe\n\nDress fine 'cause I got a little drugs and I take less\nWe just do a little more then we say less\nMoney doubles on the budget 'till the day stress\nWanna fuck, she don't know my name yet\nThat's just how the fame gets, word\n\nDot ball, got 'em in a mixed batch\nHave a long one shot, might six that\nRun out on a war like Steve and I hit that\nHit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back\n\nCoke for coke till I comatose\nThen go flow for flow while I go for throats\nAnd I might go for broke till I overdose\nAnd brudda catch my drift like Tokyo\n\nI'm in a blacked out van with a bad little queen\nIn the back that I dust off\nJake Tyler, the boy back down in the background\nLike I'm at a packed out bus stop\n\nOne-two, I kick it like kung fu\nCome through with a one-point-two in the glovebox\nBack down, put the track down\nLet it slap now, wanna chat? Your whole crew can fuck off\n\nRargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off\nWhy you on my dick then suck off?\nSaid it once more, brah, fuck off\n\nRargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off\nWhy you on my dick then suck off?\nI said it once more, brah, fuck off\n\n(Hey ya) I told you cunts, bro\n(Hey ya) I said it before, man\nI don't know how many times I gotta say it\nFuck off, man\n(Hey ya) I'm livin' my best life, I'm good, bro\nMoney good, get yours\n\n(Hey ya) You know what? Fuck it\nHey ya\nHey ya, hey","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.52] Rargh\n[00:16.84] The Octagon\n[00:17.85] Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)\n[00:21.20] \"Hey Ya\" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day\n[00:23.81] We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)\n[00:26.24] Try this right here, check\n[00:28.50] (Hey ya) \"230 pounds of marijuana...\"\n[00:31.14] (Hey ya) \"Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash...\"\n[00:34.32] (Hey ya) \"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look...\"\n[00:37.87] (Hey ya) \"A 55,000 dollar watch\"\n[00:41.21] Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar\n[00:45.03] I was six feet deep with the roses and flows\n[00:46.82] I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards\n[00:48.73] I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs ill like Neymar\n[00:51.81] Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker\n[00:55.04] Funky Friday and pills on a rainbow\n[00:57.68] Psychodrama, but I'm not Dave, though\n[00:58.90] Quavo gettin' 'em high like all night\n[01:00.08] With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados\n[01:02.08] Chill the fuck out, peso\n[01:03.85] Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low\n[01:05.64] Rap shit is a war of the words\n[01:07.00] And my words are gods of the war like Kratos\n[01:09.44] I'm in a blacked out Mazda\n[01:10.81] Bad bitch that I met on Insta\n[01:12.59] In the club with a bottle of bub'\n[01:13.76] So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her\n[01:15.82] Might chop ya trees and yell timber\n[01:17.32] I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder\n[01:19.04] I might say babysit, I might kid ya\n[01:20.78] I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch up\n[01:23.74] Facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's\n[01:25.98] Still blow sesh from the front to the back\n[01:27.44] With the fam till the death and the bud that I pack\n[01:29.84] Money in a wraps both backflip\n[01:30.69] Got 55 grand in the mattress\n[01:33.09] Can't catch this\n[01:33.95] I just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat-trick\n[01:37.74] (Hey ya) \"230 pounds of marijuana...\"\n[01:39.71] (Hey ya) \"Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash...\"\n[01:42.93] (Hey ya) \"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look...\"\n[01:46.26] (Hey ya) \"A 55,000 dollar watch\"\n[01:50.55] I said, \"Quick figures pay less\n[01:51.85] Quick pay for the six-figure pay cheque\"\n[01:53.60] Zip Pay, then I strip on my babe\n[01:54.86] Dress fine 'cause I got a little drugs and I take less\n[01:57.00] We just do a little more then we say less\n[01:58.79] Money doubles on the budget 'till the day stress\n[02:00.46] Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet\n[02:02.18] That's just how the fame gets, word\n[02:04.07] Dot ball, got 'em in a mixed batch\n[02:05.62] Have a long one shot, might six that\n[02:07.32] Run out on a war like Steve and I hit that\n[02:09.27] Hit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back\n[02:10.66] Coke for coke till I comatose\n[02:12.04] Then go flow for flow while I go for throats\n[02:13.76] And I might go for broke till I overdose\n[02:15.32] And brudda catch my drift like Tokyo\n[02:18.06] I'm in a blacked out van with a bad little queen\n[02:19.89] In the back that I dust off\n[02:21.06] Jake Tyler, the boy back down in the background\n[02:23.15] Like I'm at a packed out bus stop\n[02:24.44] One-two, I kick it like kung fu\n[02:25.74] Come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox\n[02:27.41] Back down, put the track down\n[02:28.99] Let it slap now, wanna chat? Your whole crew can fuck off\n[02:32.34] Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off\n[02:35.00] Why you on my dick then suck off?\n[02:36.63] Said it once more, brah, fuck off\n[02:39.18] Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off\n[02:41.71] Why you on my dick then suck off?\n[02:43.46] I said it once more, brah, fuck off\n[02:45.45] (Hey ya) I told you cunts, bro\n[02:47.96] (Hey ya) I said it before, man\n[02:49.22] I don't know how many times I gotta say it\n[02:50.85] Fuck off, man\n[02:51.63] (Hey ya) I'm livin' my best life, I'm good, bro\n[02:54.02] Money good, get yours\n[02:56.54] (Hey ya) You know what? Fuck it\n[02:59.40] Hey ya\n[03:01.90] Hey ya, hey\n[03:05.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 230 Pounds\n  artist: Chillinit\n  album: The Octagon\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Rargh\n  start_ms: 13520\n  end_ms: 16840\n- text: The Octagon\n  start_ms: 16840\n  end_ms: 17850\n- text: Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)\n  start_ms: 17850\n  end_ms: 21200\n- text: '\"Hey Ya\" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day'\n  start_ms: 21200\n  end_ms: 23810\n- text: We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)\n  start_ms: 23810\n  end_ms: 26240\n- text: Try this right here, check\n  start_ms: 26240\n  end_ms: 28500\n- text: (Hey ya) \"230 pounds of marijuana...\"\n  start_ms: 28500\n  end_ms: 31140\n- text: (Hey ya) \"Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash...\"\n  start_ms: 31140\n  end_ms: 34320\n- text: (Hey ya) \"But guess what, that's not all. 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Fuck it\n  start_ms: 176540\n  end_ms: 179400\n- text: Hey ya\n  start_ms: 179400\n  end_ms: 181900\n- text: Hey ya, hey\n  start_ms: 181900\n  end_ms: 185180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 185180\nplain: |-\n  Rargh\n  The Octagon\n  Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)\n  \"Hey Ya\" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day\n  We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)\n  Try this right here, check\n\n  (Hey ya) \"230 pounds of marijuana...\"\n  (Hey ya) \"Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash...\"\n  (Hey ya) \"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look...\"\n  (Hey ya) \"A 55,000 dollar watch\"\n\n  Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar\n  I was six feet deep with the roses and flows\n  I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards\n\n  I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs ill like Neymar\n  Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker\n  Funky Friday and pills on a rainbow\n  Psychodrama, but I'm not Dave, though\n  Quavo gettin' 'em high like all night\n  With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados\n\n  Chill the fuck out, peso\n  Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low\n  Rap shit is a war of the words\n  And my words are gods of the war like Kratos\n\n  I'm in a blacked out Mazda\n  Bad bitch that I met on Insta\n  In the club with a bottle of bub'\n  So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her\n  Might chop ya trees and yell timber\n  I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder\n  I might say babysit, I might kid ya\n  I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch up\n\n  Facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's\n  Still blow sesh from the front to the back\n  With the fam till the death and the bud that I pack\n\n  Money in a wraps both backflip\n  Got 55 grand in the mattress\n  Can't catch this\n  I just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat-trick\n\n  (Hey ya) \"230 pounds of marijuana...\"\n  (Hey ya) \"Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash...\"\n  (Hey ya) \"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look...\"\n  (Hey ya) \"A 55,000 dollar watch\"\n\n  I said, \"Quick figures pay less\n  Quick pay for the six-figure pay cheque\"\n  Zip Pay, then I strip on my babe\n\n  Dress fine 'cause I got a little drugs and I take less\n  We just do a little more then we say less\n  Money doubles on the budget 'till the day stress\n  Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet\n  That's just how the fame gets, word\n\n  Dot ball, got 'em in a mixed batch\n  Have a long one shot, might six that\n  Run out on a war like Steve and I hit that\n  Hit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back\n\n  Coke for coke till I comatose\n  Then go flow for flow while I go for throats\n  And I might go for broke till I overdose\n  And brudda catch my drift like Tokyo\n\n  I'm in a blacked out van with a bad little queen\n  In the back that I dust off\n  Jake Tyler, the boy back down in the background\n  Like I'm at a packed out bus stop\n\n  One-two, I kick it like kung fu\n  Come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox\n  Back down, put the track down\n  Let it slap now, wanna chat? Your whole crew can fuck off\n\n  Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off\n  Why you on my dick then suck off?\n  Said it once more, brah, fuck off\n\n  Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off\n  Why you on my dick then suck off?\n  I said it once more, brah, fuck off\n\n  (Hey ya) I told you cunts, bro\n  (Hey ya) I said it before, man\n  I don't know how many times I gotta say it\n  Fuck off, man\n  (Hey ya) I'm livin' my best life, I'm good, bro\n  Money good, get yours\n\n  (Hey ya) You know what? Fuck it\n  Hey ya\n  Hey ya, hey\n"},{"id":11070560,"name":"230 Pounds","trackName":"230 Pounds","artistName":"Chillinit","albumName":"The Octagon (420 Deluxe)","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rah\nThe Octagon\nRemember that Andre 3000 track?\nChill, chill\n\"Hey Ya,\" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day\nWe should use it for the chorus, maybe\n420 Fam\nTry this right here, check\nHey ya (230 pounds of marijuana)\nHey ya (along more than 150,000 dollars in cash)\nHey ya (but guess what, that's not all, also, take a look)\nHey ya (a 55,000 dollar watch)\nRah, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar\nI was 6 feet deep with the roses and flows\nI was gettin' head stoned like graveyards\nI'm offside with the ball in a box\nAnd all my brahs ill like Neymar\nNot Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga\nThe drug's like poker\nfuck your Friday and pills on a rainbow\nPsycho drama, but I'm not Dave, though\nFuego, gettin' 'em high like all night\nWith a freak little thing on the right from Barbados\nRah, chill the fuck out peso\nSnoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low\nRap shit is a war of the words\nAnd my words are gods of the war like Kratos\nI'm in a blacked out Mazda\nBad bitch that I met on Insta\nIn the club with a bottle of bub'\nSo yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her\nMight chop ya trees and yell timber\nI might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder\nI might say babysit, I might kid ya\nI might Will Smith your bitch and then switch her\nRah, facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's\nStill blow sets from the front to the back\nWith the fam 'til the death and bud that I pack\nMoney and the raps both backflip\nGot 55 grand in the mattress\nCan't catch this\nI just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat trick\nHey ya (230 pounds of marijuana)\nHey ya (along more than 150,000 dollars in cash)\nHey ya (but guess what, that's not all, also, take a look)\nHey ya (a 55,000 dollar watch)\nI said, \"Quick figures pay less\nQuick pay for the six figure pay check\"\nZip pays that'll strip from my babe dress, fine\n'Cause I got a little drugs and I take less\nWe just do a little more then we say less\nMoney doubles on the budget through the day stressed\nWanna fuck, she don't know my name yet\nThat's just how the fame gets, word\nDot ball, got it in a mixed batch\nHave a long hard shot, might six that\nRun out on a war like Steve and I hit that\nHit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back\nCoke for coke 'til I comatose\nThen go flow for flow while I go for throats\nAnd I might go for broke 'til I overdose\nAnd brudda catch my drift like Tokyo\nI'm in a blacked out van\nWith a bad little queen in the back that I dust off\nJake Tyler, the boy backed down\nIn the background like I'm at a packed out bus stop\nOne-two, I kick it like kung fu\nCome through with a one-point-two in the glovebox\nBack down from the track down\nLet it slap now, wanna chat?\nYour whole crew can fuck off\nRah, fuck off, fucked your girl twice in bed\nThen duck off\nWhy you on my dick, then suck off\nI said it once more, brah, fuck off\nRah, fuck off, fucked your girl twice in bed\nThen duck off\nWhy you on my dick, then suck off\nI said it once more, brah, fuck off\nHey ya (I told you cunts, bro)\nHey ya (I said it before, man, I don't know how many more times\nI gotta say it, fuck off, man)\nHey ya (I'm livin' my best life\nI'm good, bro, money good, get yours)\nHey ya (you know what? fuck it)\nHey ya\nHey ya, hey","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.79] Rah\n[00:16.46] The Octagon\n[00:17.04] Remember that Andre 3000 track?\n[00:18.92] Chill, chill\n[00:20.71] \"Hey Ya,\" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day\n[00:23.33] We should use it for the chorus, maybe\n[00:24.84] 420 Fam\n[00:25.89] Try this right here, check\n[00:27.41] Hey ya (230 pounds of marijuana)\n[00:30.00] Hey ya (along more than 150,000 dollars in cash)\n[00:34.00] Hey ya (but guess what, that's not all, also, take a look)\n[00:37.81] Hey ya (a 55,000 dollar watch)\n[00:40.68] Rah, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar\n[00:44.40] I was 6 feet deep with the roses and flows\n[00:46.27] I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards\n[00:48.03] I'm offside with the ball in a box\n[00:49.69] And all my brahs ill like Neymar\n[00:51.36] Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga\n[00:53.32] The drug's like poker\n[00:54.59] fuck your Friday and pills on a rainbow\n[00:56.22] Psycho drama, but I'm not Dave, though\n[00:57.73] Fuego, gettin' 'em high like all night\n[00:59.77] With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados\n[01:01.33] Rah, chill the fuck out peso\n[01:03.07] Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low\n[01:04.94] Rap shit is a war of the words\n[01:06.24] And my words are gods of the war like Kratos\n[01:07.92] I'm in a blacked out Mazda\n[01:09.84] Bad bitch that I met on Insta\n[01:11.61] In the club with a bottle of bub'\n[01:13.13] So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her\n[01:14.94] Might chop ya trees and yell timber\n[01:16.72] I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder\n[01:18.44] I might say babysit, I might kid ya\n[01:19.94] I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch her\n[01:21.96] Rah, facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's\n[01:25.14] Still blow sets from the front to the back\n[01:26.93] With the fam 'til the death and bud that I pack\n[01:28.72] Money and the raps both backflip\n[01:30.54] Got 55 grand in the mattress\n[01:32.08] Can't catch this\n[01:33.05] I just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat trick\n[01:35.41] Hey ya (230 pounds of marijuana)\n[01:38.18] Hey ya (along more than 150,000 dollars in cash)\n[01:41.94] Hey ya (but guess what, that's not all, also, take a look)\n[01:45.42] Hey ya (a 55,000 dollar watch)\n[01:48.41] I said, \"Quick figures pay less\n[01:50.86] Quick pay for the six figure pay check\"\n[01:52.67] Zip pays that'll strip from my babe dress, fine\n[01:54.19] 'Cause I got a little drugs and I take less\n[01:56.25] We just do a little more then we say less\n[01:57.75] Money doubles on the budget through the day stressed\n[01:59.35] Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet\n[02:01.11] That's just how the fame gets, word\n[02:03.00] Dot ball, got it in a mixed batch\n[02:04.47] Have a long hard shot, might six that\n[02:06.23] Run out on a war like Steve and I hit that\n[02:08.04] Hit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back\n[02:09.60] Coke for coke 'til I comatose\n[02:11.08] Then go flow for flow while I go for throats\n[02:12.74] And I might go for broke 'til I overdose\n[02:14.14] And brudda catch my drift like Tokyo\n[02:15.79] I'm in a blacked out van\n[02:17.91] With a bad little queen in the back that I dust off\n[02:20.00] Jake Tyler, the boy backed down\n[02:21.15] In the background like I'm at a packed out bus stop\n[02:23.48] One-two, I kick it like kung fu\n[02:24.97] Come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox\n[02:26.77] Back down from the track down\n[02:28.15] Let it slap now, wanna chat?\n[02:29.24] Your whole crew can fuck off\n[02:30.13] Rah, fuck off, fucked your girl twice in bed\n[02:31.96] Then duck off\n[02:33.60] Why you on my dick, then suck off\n[02:35.10] I said it once more, brah, fuck off\n[02:36.71] Rah, fuck off, fucked your girl twice in bed\n[02:39.58] Then duck off\n[02:40.67] Why you on my dick, then suck off\n[02:41.96] I said it once more, brah, fuck off\n[02:43.63] Hey ya (I told you cunts, bro)\n[02:46.74] Hey ya (I said it before, man, I don't know how many more times\n[02:49.26] I gotta say it, fuck off, man)\n[02:50.75] Hey ya (I'm livin' my best life\n[02:52.31] I'm good, bro, money good, get yours)\n[02:54.10] Hey ya (you know what? fuck it)\n[02:56.92] Hey ya\n[03:00.53] Hey ya, hey","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 230 Pounds\n  artist: Chillinit\n  album: The Octagon (420 Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Rah\n  start_ms: 12790\n  end_ms: 16460\n- text: The Octagon\n  start_ms: 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Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low\n  Rap shit is a war of the words\n  And my words are gods of the war like Kratos\n  I'm in a blacked out Mazda\n  Bad bitch that I met on Insta\n  In the club with a bottle of bub'\n  So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her\n  Might chop ya trees and yell timber\n  I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder\n  I might say babysit, I might kid ya\n  I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch her\n  Rah, facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's\n  Still blow sets from the front to the back\n  With the fam 'til the death and bud that I pack\n  Money and the raps both backflip\n  Got 55 grand in the mattress\n  Can't catch this\n  I just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat trick\n  Hey ya (230 pounds of marijuana)\n  Hey ya (along more than 150,000 dollars in cash)\n  Hey ya (but guess what, that's not all, also, take a look)\n  Hey ya (a 55,000 dollar watch)\n  I said, \"Quick figures pay less\n  Quick pay for the six figure pay check\"\n  Zip pays that'll strip from my babe dress, fine\n  'Cause I got a little drugs and I take less\n  We just do a little more then we say less\n  Money doubles on the budget through the day stressed\n  Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet\n  That's just how the fame gets, word\n  Dot ball, got it in a mixed batch\n  Have a long hard shot, might six that\n  Run out on a war like Steve and I hit that\n  Hit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back\n  Coke for coke 'til I comatose\n  Then go flow for flow while I go for throats\n  And I might go for broke 'til I overdose\n  And brudda catch my drift like Tokyo\n  I'm in a blacked out van\n  With a bad little queen in the back that I dust off\n  Jake Tyler, the boy backed down\n  In the background like I'm at a packed out bus stop\n  One-two, I kick it like kung fu\n  Come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox\n  Back down from the track down\n  Let it slap now, wanna chat?\n  Your whole crew can fuck off\n  Rah, fuck off, fucked your girl twice in bed\n  Then duck off\n  Why you on my dick, then suck off\n  I said it once more, brah, fuck off\n  Rah, fuck off, fucked your girl twice in bed\n  Then duck off\n  Why you on my dick, then suck off\n  I said it once more, brah, fuck off\n  Hey ya (I told you cunts, bro)\n  Hey ya (I said it before, man, I don't know how many more times\n  I gotta say it, fuck off, man)\n  Hey ya (I'm livin' my best life\n  I'm good, bro, money good, get yours)\n  Hey ya (you know what? fuck it)\n  Hey ya\n  Hey ya, hey\n"}]