[{"id":36744381,"name":"OFF THE RIP","trackName":"OFF THE RIP","artistName":"DaBaby","albumName":"DaBaby","duration":116.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip)\nI go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go)\nBelieve what you see, nigga\nI can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (uh, uh)\nI'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (what the fuck?)\nThey like how? That don't even match\nOkay, hold on, take my phone, baby\nLet's go\nI'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist (the four)\nThey wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (hah)\nYou know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (okay)\nAnd no, we don't gotta get money with you, bitch, we gon' get money regardless (huh)\nI'ma let you do all of the talkin'\nDon't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk)\nAnd I don't got a cent for a hoe\nShe bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (huh, huh)\nShe need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick\nI nut in her mouth and she gargle (ew, ew)\nIf she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowin', me and her havin' some problems (bitch)\nWe havin' revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppers (clack, clack)\nAyy, when you gon' stop?\nWhenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (ooh, ooh)\nYou know how I give it up, fuck around, fucked up my hand, beat a nigga up\nPull off on a nigga like vroom, he don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (hah)\nHis baby mama unemployed, so she in the club with her ass and her titties out (uh, uh, uh, uh)\nAnd we done robbed so many plugs, you better check and go ask what my city 'bout\nHad to slide the nigga bitch a dub, wanted to fuck me but I only hit her mouth (no cap)\nTake the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga, got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out\nYou knowin' 'bout Baby\nAll the shit that nigga rappin' 'bout, that nigga really 'bout\nAnd no, I ain't takin' advice from a nigga\nI'm cool on that, I got it figured out\nThese niggas be cryin' 'bout petty shit, I can't relate because I took a bigger loss\nAnd these niggas know I been a boss ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (yeah, yeah)\nGot diamonds all over my teeth, I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss\nThrow my watch in the air, it's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off\nI'm hittin' this hoe on the low she fuck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft (huh)\nWhy you talkin' so low?\n'Cause if a nigga find out and he try me, I'm knockin' a nigga off\nI'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, flickin' a nigga off (vroom, vroom)\nI'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on niggas' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (hah)\nHahaha\nAnd that's just how the fuck I get down, man, you know I just be playin' sometimes\nLike right now, like, I'm just fuckin' 'round, you know\nMe and Kid, you know, we up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' shit\nAnd, uh, I'm still the best rapper\nStraight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip)\nI go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go)\nBelieve what you see, nigga\nI can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip)\n[00:01.92] I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go)\n[00:04.65] Believe what you see, nigga\n[00:06.13] I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (uh, uh)\n[00:08.87] I'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (what the fuck?)\n[00:11.93] They like how? That don't even match\n[00:15.06] Okay, hold on, take my phone, baby\n[00:16.53] Let's go\n[00:17.50] I'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist (the four)\n[00:19.56] They wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (hah)\n[00:22.20] You know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (okay)\n[00:25.22] And no, we don't gotta get money with you, bitch, we gon' get money regardless (huh)\n[00:28.07] I'ma let you do all of the talkin'\n[00:29.39] Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk)\n[00:31.07] And I don't got a cent for a hoe\n[00:32.28] She bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (huh, huh)\n[00:33.99] She need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick\n[00:35.56] I nut in her mouth and she gargle (ew, ew)\n[00:37.06] If she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowin', me and her havin' some problems (bitch)\n[00:39.95] We havin' revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppers (clack, clack)\n[00:42.68] Ayy, when you gon' stop?\n[00:43.74] Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (ooh, ooh)\n[00:45.73] You know how I give it up, fuck around, fucked up my hand, beat a nigga up\n[00:48.65] Pull off on a nigga like vroom, he don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (hah)\n[00:51.40] His baby mama unemployed, so she in the club with her ass and her titties out (uh, uh, uh, uh)\n[00:54.14] And we done robbed so many plugs, you better check and go ask what my city 'bout\n[00:57.24] Had to slide the nigga bitch a dub, wanted to fuck me but I only hit her mouth (no cap)\n[00:59.91] Take the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga, got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out\n[01:03.14] You knowin' 'bout Baby\n[01:04.26] All the shit that nigga rappin' 'bout, that nigga really 'bout\n[01:06.05] And no, I ain't takin' advice from a nigga\n[01:07.62] I'm cool on that, I got it figured out\n[01:09.03] These niggas be cryin' 'bout petty shit, I can't relate because I took a bigger loss\n[01:11.76] And these niggas know I been a boss ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (yeah, yeah)\n[01:14.83] Got diamonds all over my teeth, I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss\n[01:17.41] Throw my watch in the air, it's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off\n[01:20.59] I'm hittin' this hoe on the low she fuck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft (huh)\n[01:23.49] Why you talkin' so low?\n[01:24.41] 'Cause if a nigga find out and he try me, I'm knockin' a nigga off\n[01:26.30] I'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, flickin' a nigga off (vroom, vroom)\n[01:29.52] I'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on niggas' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (hah)\n[01:32.70] Hahaha\n[01:34.24] And that's just how the fuck I get down, man, you know I just be playin' sometimes\n[01:36.76] Like right now, like, I'm just fuckin' 'round, you know\n[01:38.70] Me and Kid, you know, we up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' shit\n[01:42.14] And, uh, I'm still the best rapper\n[01:44.79] Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip)\n[01:47.26] I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go)\n[01:49.99] Believe what you see, nigga\n[01:51.87] I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: OFF THE RIP\n  artist: DaBaby\n  album: DaBaby\n  duration_ms: 116000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip)\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 1920\n- text: I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go)\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 4650\n- text: Believe what you see, nigga\n  start_ms: 4650\n  end_ms: 6130\n- text: I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (uh, uh)\n  start_ms: 6130\n  end_ms: 8870\n- text: I'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (what the fuck?)\n  start_ms: 8870\n  end_ms: 11930\n- text: They like how? 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(okay, let's go)\n  Believe what you see, nigga\n  I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (uh, uh)\n  I'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (what the fuck?)\n  They like how? That don't even match\n  Okay, hold on, take my phone, baby\n  Let's go\n  I'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist (the four)\n  They wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (hah)\n  You know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (okay)\n  And no, we don't gotta get money with you, bitch, we gon' get money regardless (huh)\n  I'ma let you do all of the talkin'\n  Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk)\n  And I don't got a cent for a hoe\n  She bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (huh, huh)\n  She need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick\n  I nut in her mouth and she gargle (ew, ew)\n  If she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowin', me and her havin' some problems (bitch)\n  We havin' revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppers (clack, clack)\n  Ayy, when you gon' stop?\n  Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (ooh, ooh)\n  You know how I give it up, fuck around, fucked up my hand, beat a nigga up\n  Pull off on a nigga like vroom, he don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (hah)\n  His baby mama unemployed, so she in the club with her ass and her titties out (uh, uh, uh, uh)\n  And we done robbed so many plugs, you better check and go ask what my city 'bout\n  Had to slide the nigga bitch a dub, wanted to fuck me but I only hit her mouth (no cap)\n  Take the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga, got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out\n  You knowin' 'bout Baby\n  All the shit that nigga rappin' 'bout, that nigga really 'bout\n  And no, I ain't takin' advice from a nigga\n  I'm cool on that, I got it figured out\n  These niggas be cryin' 'bout petty shit, I can't relate because I took a bigger loss\n  And these niggas know I been a boss ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (yeah, yeah)\n  Got diamonds all over my teeth, I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss\n  Throw my watch in the air, it's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off\n  I'm hittin' this hoe on the low she fuck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft (huh)\n  Why you talkin' so low?\n  'Cause if a nigga find out and he try me, I'm knockin' a nigga off\n  I'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, flickin' a nigga off (vroom, vroom)\n  I'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on niggas' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (hah)\n  Hahaha\n  And that's just how the fuck I get down, man, you know I just be playin' sometimes\n  Like right now, like, I'm just fuckin' 'round, you know\n  Me and Kid, you know, we up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' shit\n  And, uh, I'm still the best rapper\n  Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip)\n  I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go)\n  Believe what you see, nigga\n  I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga\n"},{"id":352979,"name":"OFF THE RIP","trackName":"OFF THE RIP","artistName":"DaBaby","albumName":"KIRK","duration":116.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip)\nI go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go)\nBelieve what you see, nigga\nI can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (uh, uh)\nI'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (what the fuck?)\nThey like how? 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