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hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (Mr. Thanksgiving)\n\nDid some time, like six years, how you feelin'?\nI ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my nigga\nEverybody on finkles still gon' put 'em on the payroll\nI could fuck whoever bitch, my nigga, just don't hate on me\nI'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin\" sucka shit\nI done fucked his main ho, his sister and his brother bitch\nCan't trust a bitch, niggas out here starvin', doggie send something\nI still be sellin', them people on me had to switch up\n\nBeen six summers, I'm still turnt\nFight who I kill first\nDog on 'em, don't deal percs\nStreet Chanel, them real percs\nBae like \"What we kickin'?\" She pop it off by suckin' dick\nShe pop it off by suckin' dick, act bad like she can get it\nI like freak hoes that eat hoes\nThat slap five when we done\nI hate hoe niggas and broke niggas, won't catch me with no bums\n\nGot the white arms wit' a clear lens, can't catch me in my buffs\nI done said this shit a hundred times, can't beef about no sluts\nKnow I pulled up fresh as fuck\nIn that brand new Lambo truck, skrrt off on a dead body\nDid a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body\nAin't know about it but now you know we did body\nYo' bitch in my crib suckin' my dick and she get real sloppy\n\nAin't wanna tell you that shit dog, 'cause you be in yo' feelings\nYou ain't doin' no killin', you ain't never pay no killers\nPussy that ain't Wockhardt, you sippin' on penicillin\nI'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceiling\n\nI ain't want yo' bitch, she looked at me like really, really\nI'm in yo' city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly\nMy life ain't silly, I woke up and then made a milli\nTLC mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like chili\n\n(Yeah) no, I'm never stuck, never stuck\nHold my pants up 'cause the .40 tucked\nI ain't never meet a bitch that didn't fuck something\nI ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck something\nKnow these niggas pussy, they ain't gon' buss nothing\nNick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum\nCountin' all this money make me risk my thumbs\nSmokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.11] (Antt did the track)\n[00:02.17] (What they talkin' 'bout out here?)\n[00:03.70] I'm really like that\n[00:04.65] They like, \"Get in yo' bag,\" bitch, I been in mines\n[00:07.94] If Mel order four, I probably send him five\n[00:10.15] Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five\n[00:12.47] Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried\n[00:14.97] Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine\n[00:17.84] Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama)\n[00:20.28] Antt did the track (what they talkin' 'bout out here?)\n[00:23.67] You niggas can't fuck with us\n[00:25.08] They like, \"Get in yo' bag,\" bitch, I been in mines\n[00:28.23] If Mel order four, I probably send him five\n[00:30.53] Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five\n[00:32.78] Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried\n[00:35.56] Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine\n[00:38.13] Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (Mr. Thanksgiving)\n[00:40.77] Did some time, like six years, how you feelin'?\n[00:42.92] I ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my nigga\n[00:45.56] Everybody on finkles still gon' put 'em on the payroll\n[00:48.40] I could fuck whoever bitch, my nigga, just don't hate on me\n[00:50.87] I'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin\" sucka shit\n[00:53.63] I done fucked his main ho, his sister and his brother bitch\n[00:55.76] Can't trust a bitch, niggas out here starvin', doggie send something\n[00:58.56] I still be sellin', them people on me had to switch up\n[01:00.91] Been six summers, I'm still turnt\n[01:02.29] Fight who I kill first\n[01:03.63] Dog on 'em, don't deal percs\n[01:04.82] Street Chanel, them real percs\n[01:06.17] Bae like \"What we kickin'?\" She pop it off by suckin' dick\n[01:07.22] She pop it off by suckin' dick, act bad like she can get it\n[01:09.83] I like freak hoes that eat hoes\n[01:11.24] That slap five when we done\n[01:12.43] I hate hoe niggas and broke niggas, won't catch me with no bums\n[01:15.00] Got the white arms wit' a clear lens, can't catch me in my buffs\n[01:17.49] I done said this shit a hundred times, can't beef about no sluts\n[01:19.99] Know I pulled up fresh as fuck\n[01:21.37] In that brand new Lambo truck, skrrt off on a dead body\n[01:24.46] Did a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body\n[01:26.73] Ain't know about it but now you know we did body\n[01:29.04] Yo' bitch in my crib suckin' my dick and she get real sloppy\n[01:31.84] Ain't wanna tell you that shit dog, 'cause you be in yo' feelings\n[01:34.52] You ain't doin' no killin', you ain't never pay no killers\n[01:36.87] Pussy that ain't Wockhardt, you sippin' on penicillin\n[01:39.78] I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceiling\n[01:42.30] I ain't want yo' bitch, she looked at me like really, really\n[01:44.64] I'm in yo' city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly\n[01:47.10] My life ain't silly, I woke up and then made a milli\n[01:49.87] TLC mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like chili\n[01:52.16] (Yeah) no, I'm never stuck, never stuck\n[01:55.47] Hold my pants up 'cause the .40 tucked\n[01:58.17] I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't fuck something\n[02:00.43] I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck something\n[02:03.10] Know these niggas pussy, they ain't gon' buss nothing\n[02:05.53] Nick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum\n[02:08.11] Countin' all this money make me risk my thumbs\n[02:10.42] Smokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs\n[02:13.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free Game\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: Free Game\n  duration_ms: 143006\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Antt did the track)\n  start_ms: 1110\n  end_ms: 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him five\n[00:10.14] Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five\n[00:12.42] Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried\n[00:14.92] Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine\n[00:17.88] Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama)\n[00:20.28] Antt did the track (what they talkin' 'bout out here?)\n[00:23.64] You niggas can't fuck with us\n[00:25.06] They like, \"Get in yo' bag,\" bitch, I been in mines\n[00:28.25] If Mel order four, I probably send him five\n[00:30.54] Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five\n[00:32.70] Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried\n[00:35.56] Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine\n[00:38.12] Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (Mr. Thanksgiving)\n[00:40.77] Did some time, like six years, how you feelin'?\n[00:42.93] I ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my nigga\n[00:45.58] Everybody on 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you sippin' on penicillin\n  start_ms: 96840\n  end_ms: 99710\n- text: I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceiling\n  start_ms: 99710\n  end_ms: 102370\n- text: I ain't want yo' bitch, she looked at me like really, really\n  start_ms: 102370\n  end_ms: 104610\n- text: I'm in yo' city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly\n  start_ms: 104610\n  end_ms: 107120\n- text: My life ain't silly, I woke up and then made a milli\n  start_ms: 107120\n  end_ms: 109840\n- text: TLC mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like chili\n  start_ms: 109840\n  end_ms: 112140\n- text: (Yeah) no, I'm never stuck, never stuck\n  start_ms: 112140\n  end_ms: 115410\n- text: Hold my pants up 'cause the .40 tucked\n  start_ms: 115410\n  end_ms: 118150\n- text: I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't fuck something\n  start_ms: 118150\n  end_ms: 120480\n- text: I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck something\n  start_ms: 120480\n  end_ms: 123130\n- text: Know these niggas pussy, they ain't gon' buss nothing\n  start_ms: 123130\n  end_ms: 125560\n- text: Nick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum\n  start_ms: 125560\n  end_ms: 128160\n- text: Countin' all this money make me risk my thumbs\n  start_ms: 128160\n  end_ms: 130490\n- text: Smokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs\n  start_ms: 130490\n  end_ms: 133720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 133720\nplain: |-\n  (Antt did the track)\n  (What they talkin' 'bout out here?)\n  I'm really like that\n\n  They like, \"Get in yo' bag,\" bitch, I been in mines\n  If Mel order four, I probably send him five\n  Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five\n  Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried\n  Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine\n  Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama)\n  Antt did the track (what they talkin' 'bout out here?)\n  You niggas can't fuck with us\n\n  They like, \"Get in yo' bag,\" bitch, I been in mines\n  If Mel order four, I probably send him five\n  Kill 'em down, Cannon wit' me, crippin', tryna kill a five\n  Oh, you don't bang shit, same shit still a-get you fried\n  Drop something then skate off, I still remember six to nine\n  Fuck dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (Mr. Thanksgiving)\n\n  Did some time, like six years, how you feelin'?\n  I ain't goin' back, don't get killed, that's on my nigga\n  Everybody on finkles still gon' put 'em on the payroll\n  I could fuck whoever bitch, my nigga, just don't hate on me\n  I'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin\" sucka shit\n  I done fucked his main ho, his sister and his brother bitch\n  Can't trust a bitch, niggas out here starvin', doggie send something\n  I still be sellin', them people on me had to switch up\n\n  Been six summers, I'm still turnt\n  Fight who I kill first\n  Dog on 'em, don't deal percs\n  Street Chanel, them real percs\n  Bae like \"What we kickin'?\" She pop it off by suckin' dick\n  She pop it off by suckin' dick, act bad like she can get it\n  I like freak hoes that eat hoes\n  That slap five when we done\n  I hate hoe niggas and broke niggas, won't catch me with no bums\n\n  Got the white arms wit' a clear lens, can't catch me in my buffs\n  I done said this shit a hundred times, can't beef about no sluts\n  Know I pulled up fresh as fuck\n  In that brand new Lambo truck, skrrt off on a dead body\n  Did a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body\n  Ain't know about it but now you know we did body\n  Yo' bitch in my crib suckin' my dick and she get real sloppy\n\n  Ain't wanna tell you that shit dog, 'cause you be in yo' feelings\n  You ain't doin' no killin', you ain't never pay no killers\n  Pussy that ain't Wockhardt, you sippin' on penicillin\n  I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceiling\n\n  I ain't want yo' bitch, she looked at me like really, really\n  I'm in yo' city with these buffs on like I ain't from Philly\n  My life ain't silly, I woke up and then made a milli\n  TLC mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like chili\n\n  (Yeah) no, I'm never stuck, never stuck\n  Hold my pants up 'cause the .40 tucked\n  I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't fuck something\n  I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck something\n  Know these niggas pussy, they ain't gon' buss nothing\n  Nick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum\n  Countin' all this money make me risk my thumbs\n  Smokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs\n"}]