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Moneybagg Yo)","artistName":"Dave East","albumName":"Karma","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Renegade\nOn god\n\nWork out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari\nI come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me\nNiggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)\nProbably wishing they could park me (park me)\nDiamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\nWhen the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\nPay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\nRun from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\nOn the bench light a blunt witcha,\nbet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n\nI don't want liqour, one brother, I got one sister\nPCH in the Porsche driftin'\nmillion dollars make you talk different (different)\nChanel on her, make her walk different\nAny shorts on that paper dawg,\nand that Porsche truck it's a corpse in it (body)\nIt's a boss in it, money up, I could talk with it\nSo much gas, I be coughing it\nPay attention who you walking with\nGucci, my jogger fit\nI got some work that we all can flip\nI got a plan that we all could get rich\nI gotta bitch that we all could hit\nPosted on broadway,\nright in the hallway, looking for raw to get (que lo que)\nI back out a Smith N', he got religious,\nstart talking 'bout God and shit (oh my god)\nMy youngin', he really got aim,\nhe come to your corner get all them hit\nI be in Neimans and I be in Sacs, lets run through the mall real quick\nStill talking my Harlem shit, like Jimmy, I'm ballin', bitch\nMy friends blowing in the wind,\nI'm just tryna win, I can never call it quits\nShe was swimming when I caught your chick\nAudemars, that's a water wrist\nWe was really poor, now we sorta rich\nCuzzo got caught with a quarter brick\n\nWork out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari\nI come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me\nNiggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)\nProbably wishing they could park me (park me)\nDiamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\nWhen the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\nPay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\nRun from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\nOn the bench light a blunt witcha,\nbet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n\nRacks on me, so I walk different\nGet the mop 'cause the sauce drippin'\nHood hot 'cause the laws in it (12)\nReal niggas, super authentic (real)\nCuban link wit the iced out charm\nAudemars, got a iced out arm\nPut a pill on the top of her tongue\nHundred round, on the bottom the gun (brrr)\nBlew up on 'em like the name was bomb\nPulled up on 'em in a brand new Mulsanne\nNot a Mulsanne, they sayin' I changed\n(Skrt skrt skrt) I'm changin' the lane\nCadillac truck when I hop out the plane\nGet you a headshot, go 'gainst the grain\nBags of that cash, they callin my name\nBought a white tiger, 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broadway,\n[01:01.94] Right in the hallway, looking for raw to get (que lo que)\n[01:03.52] I back out a Smith N', he got religious,\n[01:06.12] Start talking 'bout God and shit (oh my god)\n[01:07.18] My youngin', he really got aim,\n[01:08.67] He come to your corner get all them hit\n[01:09.64] I be in Neimans and I be in Sacs, lets run through the mall real quick\n[01:13.16] Still talking my Harlem shit, like Jimmy, I'm ballin', bitch\n[01:15.25] My friends blowing in the wind,\n[01:18.04] I'm just tryna win, I can never call it quits\n[01:19.71] She was swimming when I caught your chick\n[01:21.76] Audemars, that's a water wrist\n[01:23.01] We was really poor, now we sorta rich\n[01:24.47] Cuzzo got caught with a quarter brick\n[01:25.93] Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari\n[01:28.98] I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me\n[01:32.01] Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)\n[01:35.24] Probably wishing they could park me (park me)\n[01:37.02] Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\n[01:38.61] When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\n[01:41.46] Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\n[01:44.46] Run from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\n[01:46.35] On the bench light a blunt witcha,\n[01:49.31] Bet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n[01:51.67] Racks on me, so I walk different\n[01:52.92] Get the mop 'cause the sauce drippin'\n[01:54.69] Hood hot 'cause the laws in it (12)\n[01:56.23] Real niggas, super authentic (real)\n[01:57.62] Cuban link wit the iced out charm\n[01:59.07] Audemars, got a iced out arm\n[02:00.99] Put a pill on the top of her tongue\n[02:02.20] Hundred round, on the bottom the gun (brrr)\n[02:04.21] Blew up on 'em like the name was bomb\n[02:05.72] Pulled up on 'em in a brand new Mulsanne\n[02:08.92] Not a Mulsanne, they sayin' I changed\n[02:10.90] (Skrt skrt skrt) I'm changin' the lane\n[02:12.00] Cadillac truck when I hop out the plane\n[02:12.47] Get you a headshot, go 'gainst the grain\n[02:14.16] Bags of that cash, they callin my name\n[02:15.44] Bought a white tiger, named it Cocaine\n[02:16.91] Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari\n[02:19.97] I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me\n[02:23.11] Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)\n[02:26.52] Probably wishing they could park me (park me)\n[02:28.14] Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\n[02:29.54] When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\n[02:32.31] Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\n[02:35.25] Run from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\n[02:37.58] On the bench light a blunt witcha,\n[02:40.43] Bet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n[02:42.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 08 Dave East - Salty (Feat. 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Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\n  When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\n  Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\n  Run from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\n  On the bench light a blunt witcha,\n  bet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n\n  Racks on me, so I walk different\n  Get the mop 'cause the sauce drippin'\n  Hood hot 'cause the laws in it (12)\n  Real niggas, super authentic (real)\n  Cuban link wit the iced out charm\n  Audemars, got a iced out arm\n  Put a pill on the top of her tongue\n  Hundred round, on the bottom the gun (brrr)\n  Blew up on 'em like the name was bomb\n  Pulled up on 'em in a brand new Mulsanne\n  Not a Mulsanne, they sayin' I changed\n  (Skrt skrt skrt) I'm changin' the lane\n  Cadillac truck when I hop out the plane\n  Get you a headshot, go 'gainst the grain\n  Bags of that cash, they callin my name\n  Bought a white tiger, named it Cocaine\n\n  Work out a pack, I 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me)\nDiamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\nWhen the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\nPay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\nRun from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\nOn the bench light a blunt witcha,\nbet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n\nI don't want liqour, one brother, I got one sister\nPCH in the Porsche driftin'\nmillion dollars make you talk different (different)\nChanel on her, make her walk different\nAny shorts on that paper dawg,\nand that Porsche truck it's a corpse in it (body)\nIt's a boss in it, money up, I could talk with it\nSo much gas, I be coughing it\nPay attention who you walking with\nGucci, my jogger fit\nI got some work that we all can flip\nI got a plan that we all could get rich\nI gotta bitch that we all could hit\nPosted on broadway,\nright in the hallway, looking for raw to get (que lo que)\nI back out a Smith N', he got religious,\nstart talking 'bout God and shit (oh my 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pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari\n  I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me\n  Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)\n  Probably wishing they could park me (park me)\n  Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\n  When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\n  Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\n  Run from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\n  On the bench light a blunt witcha,\n  bet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n\n  I don't want liqour, one brother, I got one sister\n  PCH in the Porsche driftin'\n  million dollars make you talk different (different)\n  Chanel on her, make her walk different\n  Any shorts on that paper dawg,\n  and that Porsche truck it's a corpse in it (body)\n  It's a boss in it, money up, I could talk with it\n  So much gas, I be coughing it\n  Pay attention who you walking with\n  Gucci, my jogger fit\n  I got some work that we all can flip\n  I got a plan that we all could get rich\n  I gotta bitch that we all could hit\n  Posted on broadway,\n  right in the hallway, looking for raw to get (que lo que)\n  I back out a Smith N', he got religious,\n  start talking 'bout God and shit (oh my god)\n  My youngin', he really got aim,\n  he come to your corner get all them hit\n  I be in Neimans and I be in Sacs, lets run through the mall real quick\n  Still talking my Harlem shit, like Jimmy, I'm ballin', bitch\n  My friends blowing in the wind,\n  I'm just tryna win, I can never call it quits\n  She was swimming when I caught your chick\n  Audemars, that's a water wrist\n  We was really poor, now we sorta rich\n  Cuzzo got caught with a quarter brick\n\n  Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari\n  I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me\n  Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)\n  Probably wishing they could park me (park me)\n  Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\n  When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\n  Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\n  Run from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\n  On the bench light a blunt witcha,\n  bet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n\n  Racks on me, so I walk different\n  Get the mop 'cause the sauce drippin'\n  Hood hot 'cause the laws in it (12)\n  Real niggas, super authentic (real)\n  Cuban link wit the iced out charm\n  Audemars, got a iced out arm\n  Put a pill on the top of her tongue\n  Hundred round, on the bottom the gun (brrr)\n  Blew up on 'em like the name was bomb\n  Pulled up on 'em in a brand new Mulsanne\n  Not a Mulsanne, they sayin' I changed\n  (Skrt skrt skrt) I'm changin' the lane\n  Cadillac truck when I hop out the plane\n  Get you a headshot, go 'gainst the grain\n  Bags of that cash, they callin my name\n  Bought a white tiger, named it Cocaine\n\n  Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari\n  I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me\n  Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad)\n  Probably wishing they could park me (park me)\n  Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine)\n  When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club)\n  Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple)\n  Run from it or can run with it, I ain't never been no dumb nigga\n  On the bench light a blunt witcha,\n  bet she let me hit off one picture (one)\n"}]