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Better stay up\nNigga can't talk the street and I'm ready for them drugs\nGoing HAM when the house ain't takin on dangle\nDaddy in and out and who turn that channel?\nNiggas tryna oust you steppin on the back\nHas another cigarette and a brown paper bag\nSmokin joints, glad we're tryna get up on the street\nFuck them, put your terminal crash all day\nI called a show for the booze and the bone\nSaid and done so many nights it was had to keep it goin\n\nNow I'm trapped in a trap and the government forgettin\nWanna see me dead or life in a prison\nIn the system with that vision, only thing I add up\nFuck a fuck nigga tryna get a couple bucks\n\n25 bucks so I'm a raise ya'll here\nSet on the bullshit, do it on the stairs\nPut your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\nFigured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin\n\nI'll not get old\nIf I did with my knees, if I grind on my teeth\nI know\nFrom the addict of me\nFrom the bottoms of freaks and the way would it seems\n\nIrises, zig zag's good, man fastfood\nIf we're really ballin, mami call it chinese food\nIf you're really wonderin why these people got issues\n'Cause the wet old and I'm fuckin like glue\nOn her knees at night, pray a miracle could do\nDaddy shootin craps tryna win a pair of shoes\nI've been growin my hair, bout to let mami twist it\nI'm whilin with my friends, even got myself a biscuit\nOnly money you can win, nothing to lose\nNow we stashin cracks in some hundred dollar shoes\nSittin at his crib, smoking swishers, getting faded\nTold me hit my mami up cause we tryna get with it\nWhat we gon do? See that levels dope mane\nSee if he got bricks, our money in our hand\nSame boy jump, nigga same boy front\nMe and Kev I'm tyin shit, I gotta be dropped off and homefree\nAnd I don't mean to try, made that girl away forgettin\nWanna see a nigga then I'm locked in a prison\nIn the system in the vision, only thing add up\nFuck all niggas tryna get a couple bucks\nNow I'm trapped in a trap and the government forgettin\nWanna see a nigga dead or life in a prison\nIn the system with that vision, only thing I add up\nFucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks\n\n25 bucks so I'm a raise ya'll here\nSet on the bullshit, do it on the stairs\nPut your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\nFigured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.41] 25 bucks, momma braid your hair\n[00:11.44] Sit on the porch or do it on the stairs\n[00:13.68] Pull your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\n[00:15.30] Figured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin\n[00:16.59] I'll not get old\n[00:29.08] If I did with my knees, if I grind on my teeth\n[00:33.25] I know\n[00:35.94] From the addict of me\n[00:37.69] From the bottoms of freaks and the way would it seems\n[00:41.64] I'm afraid that's in our fingers, couple gentile in the wrist\n[00:44.31] 'Cause I feel I push that nice in-between her legs and twist\n[00:46.39] While she listen to that Ottie so I was smoking bong\n[00:48.55] On the phone, diazepam so that home girl Cory\n[00:50.52] Girlfriend worried cause her son's in a hurry\n[00:52.42] To see the state pen or a cemetery buried\n[00:54.54] Aren't we do our best? Better stay up\n[00:56.28] Nigga can't talk the street and I'm ready for them drugs\n[00:58.74] Going HAM when the house ain't takin on dangle\n[01:00.78] Daddy in and out and who turn that channel?\n[01:02.84] Niggas tryna oust you steppin on the back\n[01:05.14] Has another cigarette and a brown paper bag\n[01:07.19] Smokin joints, glad we're tryna get up on the street\n[01:09.40] Fuck them, put your terminal crash all day\n[01:11.35] I called a show for the booze and the bone\n[01:13.24] Said and done so many nights it was had to keep it goin\n[01:15.21] Now I'm trapped in a trap and the government forgettin\n[01:17.43] Wanna see me dead or life in a prison\n[01:19.37] In the system with that vision, only thing I add up\n[01:21.55] Fuck a fuck nigga tryna get a couple bucks\n[01:32.15] 25 bucks so I'm a raise ya'll here\n[01:34.20] Set on the bullshit, do it on the stairs\n[01:36.16] Put your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\n[01:48.20] Figured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin\n[01:49.29] I'll not get old\n[01:52.06] If I did with my knees, if I grind on my teeth\n[01:55.98] I know\n[01:58.27] From the addict of me\n[02:00.22] From the bottoms of freaks and the way would it seems\n[02:03.62] Irises, zig zag's good, man fastfood\n[02:07.17] If we're really ballin, mami call it chinese food\n[02:09.86] If you're really wonderin why these people got issues\n[02:11.44] 'Cause the wet old and I'm fuckin like glue\n[02:13.86] On her knees at night, pray a miracle could do\n[02:15.21] Daddy shootin craps tryna win a pair of shoes\n[02:17.16] I've been growin my hair, bout to let mami twist it\n[02:19.28] I'm whilin with my friends, even got myself a biscuit\n[02:21.56] Only money you can win, nothing to lose\n[02:24.65] Now we stashin cracks in some hundred dollar shoes\n[02:25.93] Sittin at his crib, smoking swishers, getting faded\n[02:27.34] Told me hit my mami up cause we tryna get with it\n[02:29.30] What we gon do? 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Better stay up\nNigga can't talk the street and I'm ready for them drugs\nGoing HAM when the house ain't takin on dangle\nDaddy in and out and who turn that channel?\nNiggas tryna oust you steppin on the back\nHas another cigarette and a brown paper bag\nSmokin joints, glad we're tryna get up on the street\nFuck them, put your terminal crash all day\nI called a show for the booze and the bone\nSaid and done so many nights it was had to keep it goin\n\nNow I'm trapped in a trap and the government forgettin\nWanna see me dead or life in a prison\nIn the system with that vision, only thing I add up\nFuck a fuck nigga tryna get a couple bucks\n\n25 bucks so I'm a raise ya'll here\nSet on the bullshit, do it on the stairs\nPut your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\nFigured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin\n\nI'll not get old\nIf I did with my knees, if I grind on my teeth\nI know\nFrom the addict of me\nFrom the bottoms of freaks and the way would it seems\n\nIrises, zig zag's good, man fastfood\nIf we're really ballin, mami call it chinese food\nIf you're really wonderin why these people got issues\n'Cause the wet old and I'm fuckin like glue\nOn her knees at night, pray a miracle could do\nDaddy shootin craps tryna win a pair of shoes\nI've been growin my hair, bout to let mami twist it\nI'm whilin with my friends, even got myself a biscuit\nOnly money you can win, nothing to lose\nNow we stashin cracks in some hundred dollar shoes\nSittin at his crib, smoking swishers, getting faded\nTold me hit my mami up cause we tryna get with it\nWhat we gon do? 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See that levels dope mane\nSee if he got bricks, our money in our hand\nSame boy jump, nigga same boy front\nMe and Kev I'm tyin shit, I gotta be dropped off and homefree\nAnd I don't mean to try, made that girl away forgettin\nWanna see a nigga then I'm locked in a prison\nIn the system in the vision, only thing add up\nFuck all niggas tryna get a couple bucks\nNow I'm trapped in a trap and the government forgettin\nWanna see a nigga dead or life in a prison\nIn the system with that vision, only thing I add up\nFucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks\n\n25 bucks so I'm a raise ya'll here\nSet on the bullshit, do it on the stairs\nPut your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\nFigured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.41] 25 bucks, momma braid your hair\n[00:11.44] Sit on the porch or do it on the stairs\n[00:13.68] Pull your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\n[00:15.30] Figured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin\n[00:16.59] I'll not get old\n[00:29.08] If I did with my knees, if I grind on my teeth\n[00:33.25] I know\n[00:35.94] From the addict of me\n[00:37.69] From the bottoms of freaks and the way would it seems\n[00:41.64] I'm afraid that's in our fingers, couple gentile in the wrist\n[00:44.31] 'Cause I feel I push that nice in-between her legs and twist\n[00:46.39] While she listen to that Ottie so I was smoking bong\n[00:48.55] On the phone, diazepam so that home girl Cory\n[00:50.52] Girlfriend worried cause her son's in a hurry\n[00:52.42] To see the state pen or a cemetery buried\n[00:54.54] Aren't we do our best? 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I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip (what?)\nBitch, we ain't done\n\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip\nBitch, we ain't done yet\n\nDip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip\nDip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, I\nThat's right, bitch, we ain't done\n\nRolling\nDip, I dip, I dip\nWe ain't done yet (what's up?)\n\nWhat, bitch?\nDip (rolling)\n\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip\n\nDon't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\nDon't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\nI say, don't let me into my zone, don't 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We ain't done\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\nDip","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] I think I, I think I, I think I, I think I\n[00:02.04] I think I need me some more\n[00:03.98] I think I need me some more\n[00:05.52] I think I need me some more\n[00:07.36] I think I need me some more (rolling)\n[00:08.97] I think I need me some more (go)\n[00:10.52] I think I need me some more\n[00:12.45] I think I need me some more\n[00:13.95] I think I need me some more ('sup?)\n[00:15.83] Need me some more\n[00:16.69] Need me some more\n[00:17.45] Need me some more\n[00:18.30] Need me some more\n[00:19.23] Need me some more\n[00:20.05] Need me some more\n[00:20.89] Need me some, need me some, need me some, need me some\n[00:22.46] Need me some more\n[00:23.23] Need me some more\n[00:24.03] Need me some more\n[00:25.09] Need me some more\n[00:25.86] Need me some more\n[00:26.66] Need me some more\n[00:27.47] Need me some, need me some, need me some, need me some\n[00:29.32] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[00:32.52] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[00:35.71] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[00:39.24] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip (what?)\n[00:41.47] Bitch, we ain't done\n[00:42.72] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[00:45.92] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[00:49.43] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[00:52.62] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip\n[00:54.77] Bitch, we ain't done yet\n[00:57.03] Dip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:03.73] Dip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, I\n[01:08.14] That's right, bitch, we ain't done\n[01:16.79] Rolling\n[01:17.46] Dip, I dip, I dip\n[01:22.49] We ain't done yet (what's up?)\n[01:35.15] What, bitch?\n[01:43.69] Dip (rolling)\n[01:50.38] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[01:53.58] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[01:57.28] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[02:00.40] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip\n[02:03.64] Don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[02:06.87] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[02:10.06] I say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[02:13.76] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[02:16.71] I think I need me some more\n[02:17.74] Need me some more\n[02:18.52] Need me some more\n[02:19.38] Need me some more\n[02:20.11] Need me some more\n[02:20.96] Need me some, need me some, need me some\n[02:22.28] Need me some, need me some, need me some (step!)\n[02:31.13] Rolling\n[02:35.99] What, bitch, we ain't done\n[02:45.05] Dip, I dip, I dip\n[02:50.46] We ain't done yet (step!)\n[03:03.12] What? We ain't done\n[03:04.78] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:08.17] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:11.49] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:14.81] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:18.31] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:21.53] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:25.09] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:28.56] Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n[03:31.63] Dip\n[03:32.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dip (Noah D Remix)\n  artist: Danny Brown\n  album: 25 Bucks\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I think I, I think I, I think I, I think I\n  start_ms: 280\n  end_ms: 2040\n- text: I think I need me some more\n  start_ms: 2040\n  end_ms: 3980\n- text: I think I need me some more\n  start_ms: 3980\n  end_ms: 5520\n- text: I think I need me some more\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: I think I need me some more (rolling)\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 8970\n- text: I think I need me some more (go)\n  start_ms: 8970\n  end_ms: 10520\n- text: I think I need me some more\n  start_ms: 10520\n  end_ms: 12450\n- text: I think I need me some more\n  start_ms: 12450\n  end_ms: 13950\n- text: I think I need me some more ('sup?)\n  start_ms: 13950\n  end_ms: 15830\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 15830\n  end_ms: 16690\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 16690\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 18300\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 18300\n  end_ms: 19230\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 20050\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 20050\n  end_ms: 20890\n- text: Need me some, need me some, need me some, need me some\n  start_ms: 20890\n  end_ms: 22460\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 22460\n  end_ms: 23230\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 23230\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 25090\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 25090\n  end_ms: 25860\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 25860\n  end_ms: 26660\n- text: Need me some more\n  start_ms: 26660\n  end_ms: 27470\n- text: Need me some, need me some, need me some, need me some\n  start_ms: 27470\n  end_ms: 29320\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n  start_ms: 29320\n  end_ms: 32520\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n  start_ms: 32520\n  end_ms: 35710\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n  start_ms: 35710\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip (what?)\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 41470\n- text: Bitch, we ain't done\n  start_ms: 41470\n  end_ms: 42720\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n  start_ms: 42720\n  end_ms: 45920\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n  start_ms: 45920\n  end_ms: 49430\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I\n  start_ms: 49430\n  end_ms: 52620\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip\n  start_ms: 52620\n  end_ms: 54770\n- text: Bitch, we ain't done yet\n  start_ms: 54770\n  end_ms: 57030\n- text: Dip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip\n  start_ms: 57030\n  end_ms: 63730\n- text: Dip, I dip, dip, I dip, dip, I\n  start_ms: 63730\n  end_ms: 68140\n- text: That's right, bitch, we ain't done\n  start_ms: 68140\n  end_ms: 76790\n- text: Rolling\n  start_ms: 76790\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Dip, I dip, I dip\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 82490\n- text: We ain't done yet (what's up?)\n  start_ms: 82490\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: What, bitch?\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 103690\n- text: Dip (rolling)\n  start_ms: 103690\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: Dip, dip, you dip, I dip, I dip, dip, dip, you 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but fuck that nigga, pass me that drank\n[00:47.05] I done drunk too much, I might throw up in a hotel bathroom sink\n[00:50.97] Bitch, I'm wilding, I'm zooted, can't believe that I'm even moving\n[00:54.12] Off a half a gram of molly, we about to go party, and I don't know what I'm doing\n[00:57.91] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:01.11] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:04.84] Dip, you dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip, you dip\n[01:08.06] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:11.33] Don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[01:15.12] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[01:18.13] I say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[01:21.61] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[01:25.37] Now all these rappers talking 'bout that molly\n[01:26.72] Bet a million dollars these niggas ain't dipping\n[01:28.63] Pure MDMA, put it in a shot we talking 'bout crystals\n[01:31.93] Been dancing hard up all day, rest in peace to Mac Dre\n[01:35.68] Throw up the T, scratch on my face, do the Thizzle dance up in the place\n[01:38.75] I'm grinding on your bitch while I'm grinding on my teeth\n[01:42.09] Don't give a flying fuck, so right now you don't want beef\n[01:45.84] I'm blown, I'm zooted, can't believe that I'm even moving\n[01:49.19] Off a half a gram of molly, we about to go party, and I don't know what I'm doing\n[01:52.37] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:56.08] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:59.38] Dip, you dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip, you dip\n[02:03.10] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[02:06.33] Don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[02:09.57] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[02:13.16] I say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[02:15.96] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[02:20.21] She licked it off my index, before that she been wet\n[02:23.44] Now she licking on her best friend while they suck me watching sunset\n[02:26.62] That's right bitch we ain't done yet, lifting up her sundress\n[02:30.57] It kicked in she licking, before I blink she undressed\n[02:33.81] Molly making her feel good, it's a feeling she can't explain\n[02:36.96] But obvious we got some problems, so bitch, let's kill that pain\n[02:40.19] I'm blown, I'm zooted, can't believe I'm even moving\n[02:44.03] Off a half a gram of molly, we about to go party, and I don't know what I'm doing\n[02:47.79] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[02:51.15] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[02:54.26] Dip, you dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip, you dip\n[02:57.91] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[03:01.18] Don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[03:04.97] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[03:08.09] I say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my 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dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\nDon't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\nDon't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\nI say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\nDon't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.81] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[00:06.65] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[00:09.76] Dip, you dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip, you dip\n[00:13.43] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[00:16.68] Don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[00:19.74] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[00:23.49] I say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[00:26.82] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[00:30.44] Like Lieutenant Dan, I'm rolling, back to back, I keep on smoking\n[00:33.79] Eyes keep shaking and I can't stay focused\n[00:35.45] I'm fucked if you niggas ain't noticed\n[00:37.33] I'm sweating 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haters leave me alone\n[02:13.16] I say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[02:15.96] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[02:20.21] She licked it off my index, before that she been wet\n[02:23.44] Now she licking on her best friend while they suck me watching sunset\n[02:26.62] That's right bitch we ain't done yet, lifting up her sundress\n[02:30.57] It kicked in she licking, before I blink she undressed\n[02:33.81] Molly making her feel good, it's a feeling she can't explain\n[02:36.96] But obvious we got some problems, so bitch, let's kill that pain\n[02:40.19] I'm blown, I'm zooted, can't believe I'm even moving\n[02:44.03] Off a half a gram of molly, we about to go party, and I don't know what I'm doing\n[02:47.79] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[02:51.15] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[02:54.26] Dip, you dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip, you dip\n[02:57.91] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I 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me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[00:31.64] Like Lieutenant Dan, I'm rolling, back to back, I keep on smoking\n[00:35.40] Eyes keep shaking and I can't stay focused\n[00:37.86] I'm fucked if you niggas ain't noticed\n[00:40.01] I'm sweating but I'm cold, mouth all dry but I got a runny nose\n[00:42.67] I just bought me a water bottle\n[00:44.63] Chug that down but I think I need me some more\n[00:46.48] And I keep feeling like I'm gon' faint, but fuck that nigga, pass me that drank\n[00:49.31] I done drunk too much, I might throw up in a hotel bathroom sink\n[00:52.44] Bitch, I'm wilding, I'm zooted, can't believe that I'm even moving\n[00:54.92] Off a half a gram of molly, we about to go party, and I don't know what I'm doing\n[00:58.61] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:02.06] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:05.16] Dip, you dip, I dip, dip, you dip, I dip, you dip\n[01:08.65] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:12.01] Don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[01:15.37] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[01:18.52] I say, don't let me into my zone, don't let me into my zone\n[01:22.29] Don't let me into my zone, you haters leave me alone\n[01:29.43] Now all these rappers talking 'bout that molly\n[01:32.22] Bet a million dollars these niggas ain't dipping\n[01:34.77] Pure MDMA, put it in a shot we talking 'bout crystals\n[01:37.19] Been dancing hard up all day, rest in peace to Mac Dre\n[01:39.30] Throw up the T, scratch on my face, do the Thizzle dance up in the place\n[01:42.51] I'm grinding on your bitch while I'm grinding on my teeth\n[01:45.82] Don't give a flying fuck, so right now you don't want beef\n[01:49.32] I'm blown, I'm zooted, can't believe that I'm even moving\n[01:53.00] Off a half a gram of molly, we about to go party, and I don't know what I'm doing\n[01:56.49] Dip, I dip, you dip, dip, I dip, you dip, I dip\n[01:59.86] Dip, I dip, 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girl Cory\nGirlfriend worried cause her son's in a hurry\nTo see the state pen or a cemetery buried\nAren't we do our best? 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Better stay up\nNigga can't talk the street and I'm ready for them drugs\nGoing HAM when the house ain't takin on dangle\nDaddy in and out and who turn that channel?\nNiggas tryna oust you steppin on the back\nHas another cigarette and a brown paper bag\nSmokin joints, glad we're tryna get up on the street\nFuck them, put your terminal crash all day\nI called a show for the booze and the bone\nSaid and done so many nights it was had to keep it goin\n\nNow I'm trapped in a trap and the government forgettin\nWanna see me dead or life in a prison\nIn the system with that vision, only thing I add up\nFuck a fuck nigga tryna get a couple bucks\n\n25 bucks so I'm a raise ya'll here\nSet on the bullshit, do it on the stairs\nPut your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\nFigured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin\n\nI'll not get old\nIf I did with my knees, if I grind on my teeth\nI know\nFrom the addict of me\nFrom the bottoms of freaks and the way would it seems\n\nIrises, zig zag's good, man fastfood\nIf we're really ballin, mami call it chinese food\nIf you're really wonderin why these people got issues\n'Cause the wet old and I'm fuckin like glue\nOn her knees at night, pray a miracle could do\nDaddy shootin craps tryna win a pair of shoes\nI've been growin my hair, bout to let mami twist it\nI'm whilin with my friends, even got myself a biscuit\nOnly money you can win, nothing to lose\nNow we stashin cracks in some hundred dollar shoes\nSittin at his crib, smoking swishers, getting faded\nTold me hit my mami up cause we tryna get with it\nWhat we gon do? 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Better stay up\n[00:56.28] Nigga can't talk the street and I'm ready for them drugs\n[00:58.74] Going HAM when the house ain't takin on dangle\n[01:00.78] Daddy in and out and who turn that channel?\n[01:02.84] Niggas tryna oust you steppin on the back\n[01:05.14] Has another cigarette and a brown paper bag\n[01:07.19] Smokin joints, glad we're tryna get up on the street\n[01:09.40] Fuck them, put your terminal crash all day\n[01:11.35] I called a show for the booze and the bone\n[01:13.24] Said and done so many nights it was had to keep it goin\n[01:15.21] Now I'm trapped in a trap and the government forgettin\n[01:17.43] Wanna see me dead or life in a prison\n[01:19.37] In the system with that vision, only thing I add up\n[01:21.55] Fuck a fuck nigga tryna get a couple bucks\n[01:32.15] 25 bucks so I'm a raise ya'll here\n[01:34.20] Set on the bullshit, do it on the stairs\n[01:36.16] Put your hair out and you'll only get it twisted\n[01:48.20] Figured us maybe nice, nigga that's how we was livin\n[01:49.29] I'll not get old\n[01:52.06] If I did with my knees, if I grind on my teeth\n[01:55.98] I know\n[01:58.27] From the addict of me\n[02:00.22] From the bottoms of freaks and the way would it seems\n[02:03.62] Irises, zig zag's good, man fastfood\n[02:07.17] If we're really ballin, mami call it chinese food\n[02:09.86] If you're really wonderin why these people got issues\n[02:11.44] 'Cause the wet old and I'm fuckin like glue\n[02:13.86] On her knees at night, pray a miracle could do\n[02:15.21] Daddy shootin craps tryna win a pair of shoes\n[02:17.16] I've been growin my hair, bout to let mami twist it\n[02:19.28] I'm whilin with my friends, even got myself a biscuit\n[02:21.56] Only money you can win, nothing to lose\n[02:24.65] Now we stashin cracks in some hundred dollar shoes\n[02:25.93] Sittin at his crib, smoking swishers, getting faded\n[02:27.34] Told me hit my mami up cause we tryna get with it\n[02:29.30] What we gon do? 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