[{"id":24936103,"name":"BRA-LESS","trackName":"BRA-LESS","artistName":"Doechii","albumName":"Bra-Less","duration":79.020408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen we hav a very special guest in the building\nAnd she's been creating quite the buzz\nNot gonna lie there's alot going around this one\nEveryone help me welcome to the stage, Doechii!\n\nThey've been asking\nThey've been watching\nThey've been wondering when\nHey Ms.-\n\n[?] I won't stop till it's over\nI don't do it for closure or moments to say\n\"I told ya\"\nI do not pretend that my life was any colder for likes\nwhen i know my mother raise a soldier, motherfucking Florida\nI thought i fucking told ya, everyday its summer\nHow you been the same shit, what a fucking bummer\nThey say i shine too bright, atleast you got a tan\nAnd i might piss on their parade but shit i got a band\nBra-less, flawless, whole lotta mob shit\nThank god i dropped outta that college\nAnd I could prolly give you some advice if you need a hand\nI could prolly get you right if you need some sand\nBra-less, flawless, whole lotta mob shit\nThank god I dropped outta that college\nAnd i could prolly give you some advice if you need a hand\nI could prolly get you right if you need some sand\nThey say I shine too bright, atleast you got a tan\nAnd i might piss on their parade but shit I got a band","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: BRA-LESS\n artist: Doechii\n album: Bra-Less\n duration_ms: 79020\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ladies and gentlemen we hav a very special guest in the building\n And she's been creating quite the buzz\n Not gonna lie there's alot going around this one\n Everyone help me welcome to the stage, Doechii!\n\n They've been asking\n They've been watching\n They've been wondering when\n Hey Ms.-\n\n [?] I won't stop till it's over\n I don't do it for closure or moments to say\n \"I told ya\"\n I do not pretend that my life was any colder for likes\n when i know my mother raise a soldier, motherfucking Florida\n I thought i fucking told ya, everyday its summer\n How you been the same shit, what a fucking bummer\n They say i shine too bright, atleast you got a tan\n And i might piss on their parade but shit i got a band\n Bra-less, flawless, whole lotta mob shit\n Thank god i dropped outta that college\n And I could prolly give you some advice if you need a hand\n I could prolly get you right if you need some sand\n Bra-less, flawless, whole lotta mob shit\n Thank god I dropped outta that college\n And i could prolly give you some advice if you need a hand\n I could prolly get you right if you need some sand\n They say I shine too bright, atleast you got a tan\n And i might piss on their parade but shit I got a band\n"},{"id":28628465,"name":"Doechii - \"PMS\"","trackName":"Doechii - \"PMS\"","artistName":"Doechii","albumName":"Bra-Less","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Black metaphor)\nUh\n\nWeaving through this traffic from a heavy session\nThe way the past aggressions left the wrong impression\nThey ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\nSo try to preach me lessons at your own discretion\nThey pitch a safe space for me to make confessions\nBut soon as I confess it, they start second guessin'\nThe labels treat my talent like a secret weapon\nAnd I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it\n\nI gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\nEven when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\nI'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\nNow I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\nBalance my aggression with a glass of perfection\nClearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin\nBitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in\nThey ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n\nLet it ride\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nThey ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nHmm\nUh\n\nWhat if I go beast mode and eat the family?\nWhat if I go Kanye and crash the Bentley?\nWho gon' be for Courtney, Sydney, Lisa, Tammy?\nWho gon' try to stop me if I pop this Xanny?\nAnd I just might, just to prove that I'm human\n\nI be gettin' niggas hot just to prove that I'm humid\nI mean I'm spittin' state to state just to prove that I'm fluid\n'Cause the first to do it is the closest to losin'\nOr the furthest to choosin', the child of destiny\nThe secret recipe exist allegedly\n\nMay the legends rest in peace and feel my alchemy\nMay the children take a leap and get as high as me\nMay the children take a leap and get as high as me\nMay the legends rest in peace and feel my, uh\n\nI gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\nEven when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\nI'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\nNow I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\nBalance my aggression with a glass of perfection\nClearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin\nBitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in\nThey ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nThey ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nThey ask me if I'm good, I say I'm-\n\nAddress me as, \"Your Majesty,\" disrespect you casually\nKnow what's to come after me if I keep speakin' recklessly\nYou can it rhapsody, claim it as a tragedy\nI'm in my reality, ain't no other bitch high as me\n\nI gradually introduce these niggas to the half of me\nMore than my mentality is more like my anatomy\nThe talent doesn't put you center stage, it's the audacity\nCareful, don't come after me, close the show dramatically\n\nAnd now the labels treat my talent like a secret weapon\nAnd I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it\nI gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\nEven when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\nI'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\nNow I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\nBalance my aggression with a glass of perfection\nThey askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nThey askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nDon't ask me if I'm good, I think I'm PMS-in'\n\n(Yes, sir)\nKeep all that","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.25] (Black metaphor)\n[00:12.61] Uh\n[00:13.76] Weaving through this traffic from a heavy session\n[00:16.11] The way the past aggressions left the wrong impression\n[00:19.38] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[00:22.64] So try to preach me lessons at your own discretion\n[00:24.89] They pitch a safe space for me to make confessions\n[00:28.22] But soon as I confess it, they start second guessin'\n[00:31.95] The labels treat my talent like a secret weapon\n[00:34.52] And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it\n[00:37.52] I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\n[00:40.57] Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\n[00:43.86] I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\n[00:47.35] Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\n[00:49.51] Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection\n[00:53.08] Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin\n[00:56.52] Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in\n[00:59.30] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:04.73] Let it ride\n[01:07.13] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:12.28] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:19.89] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:24.31] Hmm\n[01:25.31] Uh\n[01:28.33] What if I go beast mode and eat the family?\n[01:30.72] What if I go Kanye and crash the Bentley?\n[01:34.31] Who gon' be for Courtney, Sydney, Lisa, Tammy?\n[01:37.29] Who gon' try to stop me if I pop this Xanny?\n[01:40.06] And I just might, just to prove that I'm human\n[01:43.16] I be gettin' niggas hot just to prove that I'm humid\n[01:46.05] I mean I'm spittin' state to state just to prove that I'm fluid\n[01:49.22] 'Cause the first to do it is the closest to losin'\n[01:52.47] Or the furthest to choosin', the child of destiny\n[01:55.72] The secret recipe exist allegedly\n[01:58.72] May the legends rest in peace and feel my alchemy\n[02:01.64] May the children take a leap and get as high as me\n[02:08.14] May the children take a leap and get as high as me\n[02:14.81] May the legends rest in peace and feel my, uh\n[02:17.35] I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\n[02:20.48] Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\n[02:23.94] I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\n[02:26.56] Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\n[02:29.96] Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection\n[02:32.90] Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin\n[02:36.33] Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in\n[02:39.37] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[02:46.28] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[02:51.65] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[02:59.37] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[03:04.31] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm-\n[03:06.98] Address me as, \"Your Majesty,\" disrespect you casually\n[03:10.33] Know what's to come after me if I keep speakin' recklessly\n[03:12.91] You can it rhapsody, claim it as a tragedy\n[03:16.17] I'm in my reality, ain't no other bitch high as me\n[03:19.45] I gradually introduce these niggas to the half of me\n[03:22.73] More than my mentality is more like my anatomy\n[03:25.71] The talent doesn't put you center stage, it's the audacity\n[03:28.75] Careful, don't come after me, close the show dramatically\n[03:32.42] And now the labels treat my talent like a secret weapon\n[03:35.77] And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it\n[03:39.01] I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\n[03:41.76] Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\n[03:44.69] I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\n[03:47.79] Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\n[03:50.97] Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection\n[03:53.80] They askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[04:01.43] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[04:06.51] They askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[04:14.01] I say I'm 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I'm-\n\nAddress me as, \"Your Majesty,\" disrespect you casually\nKnow what's to come after me if I keep speakin' recklessly\nYou can it rhapsody, claim it as a tragedy\nI'm in my reality, ain't no other bitch high as me\n\nI gradually introduce these niggas to the half of me\nMore than my mentality is more like my anatomy\nThe talent doesn't put you center stage, it's the audacity\nCareful, don't come after me, close the show dramatically\n\nAnd now the labels treat my talent like a secret weapon\nAnd I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it\nI gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\nEven when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\nI'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\nNow I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\nBalance my aggression with a glass of perfection\nThey askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nThey askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\nI say I'm PMS-in'\nDon't ask me if I'm good, I think I'm PMS-in'\n\n(Yes, sir)\nKeep all 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I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:03.93] Let it ride\n[01:07.11] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:11.94] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:19.68] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:23.60] Hmm\n[01:26.88] Uh\n[01:28.18] What if I go beast mode and eat the family?\n[01:30.95] What if I go Kanye and crash the Bentley?\n[01:34.34] Who gon' be for Courtney, Sydney, Lisa, Tammy?\n[01:37.49] Who gon' try to stop me if I pop this Xanny?\n[01:40.34] And I just might, just to prove that I'm human\n[01:43.11] I be gettin' niggas hot just to prove that I'm humid\n[01:46.19] I mean I'm spittin' state to state just to prove that I'm fluid\n[01:49.45] 'Cause the first to do it is the closest to losin'\n[01:52.42] Or the furthest to choosin', the child of destiny\n[01:55.72] The secret recipe exist allegedly\n[01:58.74] May the legends rest in peace and feel my alchemy\n[02:01.68] May the children take a leap and get as high as me\n[02:08.14] May the children take a leap and get as high as me\n[02:14.88] May 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Pratt, yeah\nMy bad we winnin', know you hate that\nIt's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\nWe step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n\nI grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\nMy angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\nWe got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\nWe in the same pic, but we frame different\n\nFuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\nDon't got the same drip, we rain different\nAnd here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\nWe take the same shots, but we aim different\n\nYuh, true\nYeah, I'm aimin' at you\nUh, and you know that it's true\nYou know that it's-\n\nUh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\nI dream vividly, so don't trigger me\nI never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\nAnd I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n\nTrue, you know that it's true\nYou know that it's true\nAin't lookin' at you\nBut you know that it's true","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\n[00:06.58] I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\n[00:09.68] I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\n[00:13.50] It's misprinted\n[00:14.80] Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\n[00:17.97] I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\n[00:21.13] Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription\n[00:24.36] Nigga, shut up, listen\n[00:26.02] Soles of my feet red, these the Christians\n[00:28.95] Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\n[00:32.35] You in my presence, consider yourself gifted\n[00:35.28] Okay, we know you tellin' the tales\n[00:37.67] You know who ringin' the bells\n[00:39.16] You know who leavin' the trails\n[00:40.77] You know who got it\n[00:42.06] Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body\n[00:44.32] Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\n[00:47.51] Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\n[00:50.15] Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\n[00:52.24] And I know you know, but do she know?\n[00:54.58] Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\n[00:57.75] The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\n[01:00.89] The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\n[01:04.22] They peepin' through the peephole\n[01:05.88] I'm peekin' through the people\n[01:07.43] And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\n[01:10.58] And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\n[01:13.75] These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\n[01:17.13] These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n[01:20.27] And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\n[01:23.37] The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\n[01:26.75] I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\n[01:29.06] They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n[01:35.26] It's true\n[01:38.05] You know that it's true\n[01:41.96] True\n[01:45.72] Pride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah\n[01:49.09] My bad we winnin', know you hate that\n[01:51.33] It's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\n[01:54.55] We step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n[01:58.44] I grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\n[02:01.78] My angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\n[02:04.93] We got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\n[02:08.13] We in the same pic, but we frame different\n[02:11.44] Fuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\n[02:14.41] Don't got the same drip, we rain different\n[02:17.88] And here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\n[02:20.98] We take the same shots, but we aim different\n[02:25.92] Yuh, true\n[02:28.23] Yeah, I'm aimin' at you\n[02:31.42] Uh, and you know that it's true\n[02:35.61] You know that it's-\n[02:36.39] Uh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\n[02:40.01] I dream vividly, so don't trigger me\n[02:43.44] I never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\n[02:46.57] And I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n[02:49.85] True, you know that it's true\n[02:54.92] You know that it's true\n[02:57.82] Ain't lookin' at you\n[03:00.98] But you know that it's true\n[03:03.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Truth (feat. 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Keep it done\n[00:08.32] Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun\n[00:10.49] I'm the shit, I'm the uh, and you a bum\n[00:12.73] I'm the shit, I'm the uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n[00:14.82] See my hair to my ass? Keep it done (whip, whip)\n[00:16.97] Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\n[00:19.40] I'm the shit, I'm the uh, and you a bum\n[00:21.40] I'm the shit\n[00:22.41] Nigga turn to bits when he do it on the tip (uh)\n[00:24.62] Go a hunnit rounds and he wanna call it quits (uh)\n[00:26.62] Never hear a sound but he gobble on my tits, uh\n[00:28.90] I let it sit, uh\n[00:30.09] I swallow kids maybe I should be a babysitter (baby, baby, baby)\n[00:32.36] The way he chew it I could probably be his TV dinner (TV, TV, TV)\n[00:34.96] And with his body, it belong inside a colosseum (calla, calla, calla)\n[00:36.74] I'm not gon' call him just because he say, \"It's time to see ya\"\n[00:39.11] I'm the shit\n[00:39.97] Hoes talking down lookin' up to my clit\n[00:42.01] Go take it down to my shoes to my wrist\n[00:44.12] Bet you on a list if you rich as a bitch, uh\n[00:46.44] If you the shit, uh\n[00:47.74] I'm the shit, I'm the uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n[00:50.11] See my hair to my ass? 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end_ms: 100010\n- text: Gonna drop it to the floor and make it (uh, uh, uh)\n start_ms: 100010\n end_ms: 102360\n- text: Gonna get ya evil on and shake it (uh, uh, uh)\n start_ms: 102360\n end_ms: 104480\n- text: If that nigga hella broke I make him (uh, uh, uh)\n start_ms: 104480\n end_ms: 106590\n- text: Gonna get that money back and bring it (uh, uh, uh)\n start_ms: 106590\n end_ms: 108970\n- text: I'm the shit\n start_ms: 108970\n end_ms: 110900\n- text: I'm the shit\n start_ms: 110900\n end_ms: 113230\n- text: I'm the shit\n start_ms: 113230\n end_ms: 115310\n- text: I'm the shit\n start_ms: 115310\n end_ms: 117110\nplain: |-\n (Mario)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n I'm the shit\n Nigga turn to bits when he do it on the tip (uh)\n Go a hunnit rounds and he wanna call it quits (uh)\n Never hear a sound but he gobble on my tits, uh\n I let it sit, uh\n I swallow kids maybe I should be a babysitter (baby, baby, baby)\n The way he chew it, I could probably be his TV dinner (TV, TV, TV)\n And with his body, it belong inside a colosseum (calo', calo', calo')\n I'm not gon' call him just because he say, \"It's time to see ya\"\n I'm the shit\n Hoes talking down, lookin' up to my clit\n Go take it down to my shoes to my wrist\n Bet you on a list if you rich as a bitch, uh\n If you the shit, uh\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n I'm legit, I got that good to make it back and make it flip\n Hop it, whip it, brrrt, stick it, bring it back and make a brick\n If it's digits, I'm deep in it, spin it fast and take a trip\n 'Cause I'm the shit, uh, 'cause I'm legit, uh\n And then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it\n And then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it\n And then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it\n And then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it\n I feel like Cher, gems on my ass and my nails to my hair\n Club going up 'til the sun in the air\n Said he wanna hunch but I forgot the Nair, uh\n Feel like bear, uh\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n Got a nigga new draws (uh, uh, uh)\n Give that nigga blue balls (uh, uh, uh)\n Make a nigga sing songs (uh, uh, uh)\n Call that nigga DuVall (uh, uh, uh)\n Gon' and drop it to the floor and make it (uh, uh, uh)\n Gon' and get ya eagle on and shake it (uh, uh, uh)\n If that nigga hella broke, I make him (uh, uh, uh)\n Gon' and get that money back and bring it (uh, uh)\n I'm the shit\n I'm the shit\n I'm the shit\n I'm the shit\n"},{"id":18719684,"name":"Girls","trackName":"Girls","artistName":"Doechii","albumName":"Bra-Less","duration":276.401633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You ain't never, you ain't never (you ain't never)\nYou ain't never, you ain't never\nYeah\nDance in the mirror, I'm whining\nCalling my phone, I decline it\nYou know I'm stingy with timing\nWatch how I flip and rewind it\nOnly pop out if I'm paid, yeah\nSmoking a joint, no debate, yeah\nTalking that good conversation\nAnd only The Coven relay\nI talk my shit, I'm in the mood\nI said, \"Fuck school\" to get them blues\nPlenty to lose, I got nothing to prove\nBitch, you fell off when I told you the truth (Goddamn)\nNew attitude now, yeah\nBhubba that's a mood now, yeah\nDoechii on a move now, yeah\nTop of the view, how it look down there, I swear (top, top, I swear)\nI can give you all but what's left to me\nTalking like you've been there\nBut you ain't never knew me (you ain't never knew me)\nThis time you can't pull up, it's a new me\nYou ain't got a shot to shoot, ayy\nYou ain't got a vibe to lose\n(Wink, wink) on my solo, dolo, rendezvous\n(Beaming) taking nudes, none of them for you\nBody like a God, love the moon, let my Yoni charge\nWorking way too hard, broke my heart but I brushed that off\nMaybe I'm just too soft\nMaybe I'm just too raw, baby, that's just my law (baby, that's just my)\nDon't wanna wear no bra (don't wanna wear no)\nDon't wanna go too far\nYou gon' flip but I love the trip, invite you way too much\nYou gon' flip if I scam again, not gon' take that loss\nYeah, fuck is a line to all of my friends\nWe always get in, we under the age (fuck) but they buying us Gin\nI'm sad and depressed, don't see none of these men\nI want they coke and they Hen', I got a joint in my hand\nHe got a blunt to his lip, ew\nAnxious as fuck, I can't sit still\nAll out of luck if my drink spill\nOnly throw up when I'm bottling up\nI got hidden emotions, I take a deep hit then I put it in motion\nI'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion\nIt's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy\nIt's popping, I'm chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent\nYou doubting my music, I'm ruling supreme\nShe wanna follow my lead, Doechii the dean\nCastin' a spell for this gleam\nChanneled my Goddess, I planted my seed\nYeah, I'm that A, fuck a plan B\nLike what he see, bet he slanging that D\nI make him, I make 'em breathe\nOpen that door, I took a peak, he wanna leak in my sheets\nHe's gonna sow what he reaps, give what he keep, yeah\nI can give you all but what's left to me\nTalking like you've been there\nBut you ain't never knew me (you ain't never knew me)\nThis time you can't pull up, it's a new me\nYou ain't got a shot to shoot, ayy\nYou ain't got a vibe to lose\nYou ain't never, you ain't never (you ain't never)\nYou ain't never, you ain't never\nYeah\nEleven, eleven, the one and that seven\nThe city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in Heaven\nMy finger itching for that, uh, like a boy and a reverend\nI'm clairvoyant, nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it\nToo slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor?\nTampa niggas know the lingo, pussy, money and weather\nYeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me\nI can tell you desperate and jealous, nigga, fuck is you selling?\nKrankin' in my panties after school, spitting to felons\nIf you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons\nIf you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant\nNigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it\nI'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk\nPlus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked\nPussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gumdrop\nWhen I'm in Atlanta, I be whipping in a sun top\nSorry, I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock\nHe ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock\nLiving out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks\nNigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped\nBlowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace\nBounty on my booty, they not fucking with my race\nWhen I bring my loud, they be thinking that it's laced\nBitch is getting loud, 'bout to put her in her place\nDo this shit for fun and you doing it for fame\nYou a fake, you a fraud, you a flim, Doechii lil' slim\nCut the beat up, one take, one trim\nNigga, you're a them, what?\nLaunching my brand, I just started a, what?\nSaved up my bands, I just bought a new, what?\nOpen my chakras, I opened my, what?\nStaff getting bigger, should buy us a bus, huh?\nNigga biting to the bone, huh?\nBoy, you teething, suck your thumb, what?\nMaking money from my phone, huh?\nDoechii finally in her zone, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Girls\n artist: Doechii\n album: Bra-Less\n duration_ms: 276402\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You ain't never, you ain't never (you ain't never)\n You ain't never, you ain't never\n Yeah\n Dance in the mirror, I'm whining\n Calling my phone, I decline it\n You know I'm stingy with timing\n Watch how I flip and rewind it\n Only pop out if I'm paid, yeah\n Smoking a joint, no debate, yeah\n Talking that good conversation\n And only The Coven relay\n I talk my shit, I'm in the mood\n I said, \"Fuck school\" to get them blues\n Plenty to lose, I got nothing to prove\n Bitch, you fell off when I told you the truth (Goddamn)\n New attitude now, yeah\n Bhubba that's a mood now, yeah\n Doechii on a move now, yeah\n Top of the view, how it look down there, I swear (top, top, I swear)\n I can give you all but what's left to me\n Talking like you've been there\n But you ain't never knew me (you ain't never knew me)\n This time you can't pull up, it's a new me\n You ain't got a shot to shoot, ayy\n You ain't got a vibe to lose\n (Wink, wink) on my solo, dolo, rendezvous\n (Beaming) taking nudes, none of them for you\n Body like a God, love the moon, let my Yoni charge\n Working way too hard, broke my heart but I brushed that off\n Maybe I'm just too soft\n Maybe I'm just too raw, baby, that's just my law (baby, that's just my)\n Don't wanna wear no bra (don't wanna wear no)\n Don't wanna go too far\n You gon' flip but I love the trip, invite you way too much\n You gon' flip if I scam again, not gon' take that loss\n Yeah, fuck is a line to all of my friends\n We always get in, we under the age (fuck) but they buying us Gin\n I'm sad and depressed, don't see none of these men\n I want they coke and they Hen', I got a joint in my hand\n He got a blunt to his lip, ew\n Anxious as fuck, I can't sit still\n All out of luck if my drink spill\n Only throw up when I'm bottling up\n I got hidden emotions, I take a deep hit then I put it in motion\n I'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion\n It's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy\n It's popping, I'm chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent\n You doubting my music, I'm ruling supreme\n She wanna follow my lead, Doechii the dean\n Castin' a spell for this gleam\n Channeled my Goddess, I planted my seed\n Yeah, I'm that A, fuck a plan B\n Like what he see, bet he slanging that D\n I make him, I make 'em breathe\n Open that door, I took a peak, he wanna leak in my sheets\n He's gonna sow what he reaps, give what he keep, yeah\n I can give you all but what's left to me\n Talking like you've been there\n But you ain't never knew me (you ain't never knew me)\n This time you can't pull up, it's a new me\n You ain't got a shot to shoot, ayy\n You ain't got a vibe to lose\n You ain't never, you ain't never (you ain't never)\n You ain't never, you ain't never\n Yeah\n Eleven, eleven, the one and that seven\n The city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in Heaven\n My finger itching for that, uh, like a boy and a reverend\n I'm clairvoyant, nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it\n Too slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor?\n Tampa niggas know the lingo, pussy, money and weather\n Yeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me\n I can tell you desperate and jealous, nigga, fuck is you selling?\n Krankin' in my panties after school, spitting to felons\n If you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons\n If you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant\n Nigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it\n I'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk\n Plus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked\n Pussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gumdrop\n When I'm in Atlanta, I be whipping in a sun top\n Sorry, I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock\n He ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock\n Living out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks\n Nigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped\n Blowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace\n Bounty on my booty, they not fucking with my race\n When I bring my loud, they be thinking that it's laced\n Bitch is getting loud, 'bout to put her in her place\n Do this shit for fun and you doing it for fame\n You a fake, you a fraud, you a flim, Doechii lil' slim\n Cut the beat up, one take, one trim\n Nigga, you're a them, what?\n Launching my brand, I just started a, what?\n Saved up my bands, I just bought a new, what?\n Open my chakras, I opened my, what?\n Staff getting bigger, should buy us a bus, huh?\n Nigga biting to the bone, huh?\n Boy, you teething, suck your thumb, what?\n Making money from my phone, huh?\n Doechii finally in her zone, yeah\n"},{"id":12049820,"name":"Truth","trackName":"Truth","artistName":"Doechii","albumName":"Bra-Less","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\nI am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\nI am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\nIt's misprinted\n\nNigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\nI been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\nPoppin' tags every day like a new prescription\nNigga, shut up, listen\nSoles of my feet red, these the Christians\n\nBitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\nYou in my presence, consider yourself gifted\nOkay, we know you tellin' the tales\nYou know who ringin' the bells\nYou know who leavin' the trails\nYou know who got it\n\nCandles drippin', leave the wax on her body\nWake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\nWho got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\nNiggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\nAnd I know you know, but do she know?\n\nWho else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\nThe only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\nThe only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\nThey peepin' through the peephole\nI'm peekin' through the people\n\nAnd I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\nAnd I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\nThese niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\nThese niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n\nAnd if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\nThe labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\nI work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\nThey see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n\nIt's true\nYou know that it's true\nTrue\n\nPride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah\nMy bad we winnin', know you hate that\nIt's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\nWe step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n\nI grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\nMy angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\nWe got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\nWe in the same pic, but we frame different\n\nFuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\nDon't got the same drip, we rain different\nAnd here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\nWe take the same shots, but we aim different\n\nYuh, true\nYeah, I'm aimin' at you\nUh, and you know that it's true\nYou know that it's-\n\nUh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\nI dream vividly, so don't trigger me\nI never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\nAnd I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n\nTrue, you know that it's true\nYou know that it's true\nAin't lookin' at you\nBut you know that it's true","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.64] Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\n[00:06.54] I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\n[00:09.69] I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\n[00:13.59] It's misprinted\n[00:14.85] Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\n[00:17.85] I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\n[00:21.11] Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription\n[00:24.33] Nigga, shut up, listen\n[00:26.06] Soles of my feet red, these the Christians\n[00:28.95] Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\n[00:32.26] You in my presence, consider yourself gifted\n[00:35.20] Okay, we know you tellin' the tales\n[00:37.66] You know who ringin' the bells\n[00:39.11] You know who leavin' the trails\n[00:40.79] You know who got it\n[00:42.06] Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body\n[00:44.38] Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\n[00:47.57] Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\n[00:50.12] Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\n[00:52.22] And I know you know, but do she know?\n[00:54.57] Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\n[00:57.76] The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\n[01:00.84] The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\n[01:04.26] They peepin' through the peephole\n[01:05.81] I'm peekin' through the people\n[01:07.46] And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\n[01:10.58] And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\n[01:13.76] These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\n[01:17.15] These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n[01:20.23] And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\n[01:23.34] The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\n[01:26.70] I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\n[01:29.08] They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n[01:35.24] It's true\n[01:38.09] You know that it's true\n[01:41.93] True\n[01:45.78] Pride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah\n[01:49.01] My bad we winnin', know you hate that\n[01:51.36] It's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\n[01:54.55] We step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n[01:58.46] I grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\n[02:01.72] My angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\n[02:04.95] We got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\n[02:08.13] We in the same pic, but we frame different\n[02:11.42] Fuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\n[02:14.44] Don't got the same drip, we rain different\n[02:17.81] And here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\n[02:21.00] We take the same shots, but we aim different\n[02:25.91] Yuh, true\n[02:28.22] Yeah, I'm aimin' at you\n[02:31.43] Uh, and you know that it's true\n[02:35.69] You know that it's-\n[02:36.38] Uh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\n[02:40.07] I dream vividly, so don't trigger me\n[02:43.45] I never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\n[02:46.50] And I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n[02:49.83] True, you know that it's true\n[02:54.94] You know that it's true\n[02:57.86] Ain't lookin' at you\n[03:00.99] But you know that it's true\n[03:03.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Truth\n artist: Doechii\n album: Bra-Less\n duration_ms: 192000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\n start_ms: 3640\n end_ms: 6540\n- text: I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\n start_ms: 6540\n end_ms: 9690\n- text: I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\n start_ms: 9690\n end_ms: 13590\n- text: It's misprinted\n start_ms: 13590\n end_ms: 14850\n- text: Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\n start_ms: 14850\n end_ms: 17850\n- text: I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\n start_ms: 17850\n end_ms: 21110\n- text: Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription\n start_ms: 21110\n end_ms: 24330\n- text: Nigga, shut up, listen\n start_ms: 24330\n end_ms: 26060\n- text: Soles of my feet red, these the Christians\n start_ms: 26060\n end_ms: 28950\n- text: Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\n start_ms: 28950\n end_ms: 32260\n- text: You in my presence, consider yourself gifted\n start_ms: 32260\n end_ms: 35200\n- text: Okay, we know you tellin' the tales\n start_ms: 35200\n end_ms: 37660\n- text: You know who ringin' the bells\n start_ms: 37660\n end_ms: 39110\n- text: You know who leavin' the trails\n start_ms: 39110\n end_ms: 40790\n- text: You know who got it\n start_ms: 40790\n end_ms: 42060\n- text: Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body\n start_ms: 42060\n end_ms: 44380\n- text: Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\n start_ms: 44380\n end_ms: 47570\n- text: Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\n start_ms: 47570\n end_ms: 50120\n- text: Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\n start_ms: 50120\n end_ms: 52220\n- text: And I know you know, but do she know?\n start_ms: 52220\n end_ms: 54570\n- text: Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\n start_ms: 54570\n end_ms: 57760\n- text: The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\n start_ms: 57760\n end_ms: 60840\n- text: The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\n start_ms: 60840\n end_ms: 64260\n- text: They peepin' through the peephole\n start_ms: 64260\n end_ms: 65810\n- text: I'm peekin' through the people\n start_ms: 65810\n end_ms: 67460\n- text: And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\n start_ms: 67460\n end_ms: 70580\n- text: And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\n start_ms: 70580\n end_ms: 73760\n- text: These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\n start_ms: 73760\n end_ms: 77150\n- text: These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n start_ms: 77150\n end_ms: 80230\n- text: And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\n start_ms: 80230\n end_ms: 83340\n- text: The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\n start_ms: 83340\n end_ms: 86700\n- text: I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\n start_ms: 86700\n end_ms: 89080\n- text: They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n start_ms: 89080\n end_ms: 95240\n- text: It's true\n start_ms: 95240\n end_ms: 98090\n- text: You know that it's true\n start_ms: 98090\n end_ms: 101930\n- text: 'True'\n start_ms: 101930\n end_ms: 105780\n- text: Pride of my family, man, no K. 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pull up it's a new me\nYou ain't got a shot to shoot, aye\nYou ain't got a vibe to lose\n\nI can give you all but what's left to me\nTalking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me\nThis time you can't pull up it's a new me\nYou ain't got a shot to shoot, aye\nYou ain't got a vibe to lose\n\n(Wink Wink) on my solo dolo rendezvous\n(Beaming) taking nudes, none of them for you\nBody like a God, love the moon, let my Yoni charge\nWorking way too hard broke my heart but I brushed that off\nMaybe I'm just too soft, maybe I'm just too raw\nBaby, that's just my law, don't wanna wear no bra, don't wanna go too far\n\nYou gon' trip but I love the trip\nInvite you way too much\nYou gon' flip if I scam again\nNot gon' take that loss\nFuck is a line to all of my friends we always get in\nWe under the age but they buying us Gin\nI'm sad and depressed don't see none of these men\n\nI want they coke and they Hen', I got a joint in my hand\nHe got a blunt to his lip, ew, anxious as fuck I can't sit still\nAll out of luck if my drink spill\nOnly throw up when I'm bottling up, I got hidden emotions\nI take a deep hit then I put it in motion\nI'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion\nIt's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy\nIt's popping, I'm chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent\nYou doubting my music, I'm ruling supreme\nShe wanna follow my lead, Doechii the dean\n\nCasted a spell for this gleam\nChanneled my Goddess I planted my seed yea\nYeah, I'm that \"A\" fuck a plan \"B\"\nLike what he see, bet he slanging that \"D\"\nI make him, I make 'em breathe\nOpen that door, I took a peak, he wanna leak in my sheets\nHe's gonna sow what he reaps give what he keeps (yea)\n\nI can give you all but what's left to me\nTalking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me\nThis time you can't pull up it's a new me\nYou ain't got a shot to shoot, aye\nYou ain't got a vibe to lose\n\nYeah, you know what it is man\nDon't let no one take your aura\nDon't let no one take your energy, you feel me young Doechii?\nGo get 'em man\n\nEleven, eleven, I want it at seven\nThe city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in heaven\nMy finger itching for that, uh, ike a boy and a reverend\nI'm clairvoyant, nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it\nToo slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor?\nTampa niggas know the lingo pussy, money and weather\nYeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me\nI can tell you desperate and jealous, nigga fuck is you selling?\n\nKrankin' in my panties after school, spitting to felons\nIf you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons\nIf you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant\nNigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it\nI'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk\nPlus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked\nPussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gum drop\nWhen I'm in Atlanta I be whipping in a sun top\n\nSorry, I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock\nHe ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock\nLiving out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks\nNigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped\nBlowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace\nBounty on my booty, they not fucking with my race\nWhen I bring my loud they be thinking that it's laced\nBitch is getting loud, 'bout to put her in her place\n\nDo this shit for fun and you doing it for fame\nYou a fake, you a fraud, you a flim\nDoechii lil' slim\nCut the beat up, one take, one trim\nNigga you're a them (what?)\nLaunching my brand, I just started a what?\nSaved up my bands, I just bought a new what?\nOpen my chakras, I opened my what?\nStaff getting bigger, should buy us a bus, huh\nNigga biting to the bone, huh\nBoy you teething, suck your thumb, what?\nMaking money from my phone, huh\nDoechii finally in her zone, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.79] Dance in the mirror, I'm whining\n[00:18.58] Calling my phone I decline it, yeah\n[00:20.70] You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it\n[00:42.73] Dance in the mirror I'm whining\n[00:44.87] Calling my phone I decline it, yeah\n[00:46.86] You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it\n[00:51.06] Only pop out if I'm paid, smoking a joint no debate\n[00:55.21] Talking that good conversation and only The Coven relay\n[00:58.64] I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I said \"Fuck school\" to get them blues\n[01:03.02] Plenty to lose I got nothing to prove\n[01:04.97] Bitch you fell off when I told you the truth (goddamn)\n[01:08.41] New attitude now, yeah\n[01:09.55] Bhubba that's a mood now, yeah\n[01:11.08] Doechii on a move now, yeah\n[01:12.63] Top of the view how it look down there I swear (goddamn)\n[01:15.79] I can give you all but what's left to me\n[01:20.25] Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me\n[01:24.36] This time you can't pull up it's a new me\n[01:28.81] You ain't got a shot to 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sad and depressed don't see none of these men\n[02:30.13] I want they coke and they Hen', I got a joint in my hand\n[02:33.12] He got a blunt to his lip, ew, anxious as fuck I can't sit still\n[02:37.63] All out of luck if my drink spill\n[02:39.41] Only throw up when I'm bottling up, I got hidden emotions\n[02:42.65] I take a deep hit then I put it in motion\n[02:44.59] I'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion\n[02:46.60] It's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy\n[02:48.88] It's popping, I'm chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent\n[02:51.58] You doubting my music, I'm ruling supreme\n[02:53.76] She wanna follow my lead, Doechii the dean\n[02:56.14] Casted a spell for this gleam\n[02:57.79] Channeled my Goddess I planted my seed yea\n[02:59.74] Yeah, I'm that \"A\" fuck a plan \"B\"\n[03:01.81] Like what he see, bet he slanging that \"D\"\n[03:04.09] I make him, I make 'em breathe\n[03:06.16] Open that door, I took a peak, he wanna leak in my sheets\n[03:09.42] He's gonna sow what he reaps give what he keeps (yea)\n[03:13.02] I can give you all but what's left to me\n[03:17.14] Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me\n[03:21.38] This time you can't pull up it's a new me\n[03:25.54] You ain't got a shot to shoot, aye\n[03:28.18] You ain't got a vibe to lose\n[03:29.74] Yeah, you know what it is man\n[03:31.54] Don't let no one take your aura\n[03:32.99] Don't let no one take your energy, you feel me young Doechii?\n[03:35.79] Go get 'em man\n[03:37.95] Eleven, eleven, I want it at seven\n[03:39.35] The city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in heaven\n[03:41.71] My finger itching for that, uh, ike a boy and a reverend\n[03:43.83] I'm clairvoyant, nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it\n[03:46.06] Too slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor?\n[03:48.05] Tampa niggas know the lingo pussy, money and weather\n[03:50.25] Yeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me\n[03:52.10] I can tell you desperate and jealous, nigga fuck is you selling?\n[03:54.36] Krankin' in my panties after school, spitting to felons\n[03:56.30] If you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons\n[03:58.59] If you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant\n[04:00.76] Nigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it\n[04:03.08] I'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk\n[04:05.27] Plus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked\n[04:07.03] Pussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gum drop\n[04:09.23] When I'm in Atlanta I be whipping in a sun top\n[04:11.37] Sorry, I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock\n[04:13.56] He ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock\n[04:15.54] Living out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks\n[04:17.76] Nigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped\n[04:19.72] Blowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace\n[04:21.77] Bounty on my booty, they not fucking with my race\n[04:23.79] 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lose\n\n I can give you all but what's left to me\n Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me\n This time you can't pull up it's a new me\n You ain't got a shot to shoot, aye\n You ain't got a vibe to lose\n\n (Wink Wink) on my solo dolo rendezvous\n (Beaming) taking nudes, none of them for you\n Body like a God, love the moon, let my Yoni charge\n Working way too hard broke my heart but I brushed that off\n Maybe I'm just too soft, maybe I'm just too raw\n Baby, that's just my law, don't wanna wear no bra, don't wanna go too far\n\n You gon' trip but I love the trip\n Invite you way too much\n You gon' flip if I scam again\n Not gon' take that loss\n Fuck is a line to all of my friends we always get in\n We under the age but they buying us Gin\n I'm sad and depressed don't see none of these men\n\n I want they coke and they Hen', I got a joint in my hand\n He got a blunt to his lip, ew, anxious as fuck I can't sit still\n All out of luck if my drink spill\n Only throw 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suggestion\n[00:47.32] Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\n[00:49.57] Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection\n[00:53.01] Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin\n[00:56.53] Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in\n[00:59.22] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:03.93] Let it ride\n[01:07.11] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:11.94] They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:19.68] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[01:23.60] Hmm\n[01:26.88] Uh\n[01:28.18] What if I go beast mode and eat the family?\n[01:30.95] What if I go Kanye and crash the Bentley?\n[01:34.34] Who gon' be for Courtney, Sydney, Lisa, Tammy?\n[01:37.49] Who gon' try to stop me if I pop this Xanny?\n[01:40.34] And I just might, just to prove that I'm human\n[01:43.11] I be gettin' niggas hot just to prove that I'm humid\n[01:46.19] I mean I'm spittin' state to state just to prove that I'm fluid\n[01:49.45] 'Cause the first to do it is the closest to losin'\n[01:52.42] Or the 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Majesty,\" disrespect you casually\n[03:10.30] Know what's to come after me if I keep speakin' recklessly\n[03:12.99] You can it rhapsody, claim it as a tragedy\n[03:16.16] I'm in my reality, ain't no other bitch high as me\n[03:19.28] I gradually introduce these niggas to the half of me\n[03:22.87] More than my mentality is more like my anatomy\n[03:25.52] The talent doesn't put you center stage, it's the audacity\n[03:28.72] Careful, don't come after me, close the show dramatically\n[03:31.77] And now the labels treat my talent like a secret weapon\n[03:35.76] And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it\n[03:39.04] I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\n[03:41.76] Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\n[03:44.61] I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\n[03:47.76] Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\n[03:50.98] Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection\n[03:53.86] They askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n[04:01.45] I say I'm PMS-in'\n[04:06.53] 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reckon, just gotta accept it\n\n I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it\n Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it\n I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion\n Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present\n Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection\n Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin\n Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in\n They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n\n Let it ride\n I say I'm PMS-in'\n They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'\n I say I'm PMS-in'\n Hmm\n Uh\n\n What if I go beast mode and eat the family?\n What if I go Kanye and crash the Bentley?\n Who gon' be for Courtney, Sydney, Lisa, Tammy?\n Who gon' try to stop me if I pop this Xanny?\n And I just might, just to prove that I'm human\n\n I be gettin' niggas hot just to prove that I'm humid\n I mean I'm spittin' state to state just to prove that I'm fluid\n 'Cause the first to do it is the closest to losin'\n Or the furthest to choosin', the child of destiny\n The 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ass, keep it done\nGot my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun\nI'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\nI'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\nSee my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\nGot my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\nI'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\nI'm the shit\nNigga turn to bits when he do it on the tip (uh)\nGo a hunnit rounds and he wanna call it quits (uh)\nNever hear a sound but he gobble on my tits, uh\nI let it sit, uh\nI swallow kids maybe I should be a babysitter (baby, baby, baby)\nThe way he chew it, I could probably be his TV dinner (TV, TV, TV)\nAnd with his body, it belong inside a colosseum (calo', calo', calo')\nI'm not gon' call him just because he say, \"It's time to see ya\"\nI'm the shit\nHoes talking down, lookin' up to my clit\nGo take it down to my shoes to my wrist\nBet you on a list if you rich as a bitch, uh\nIf you the shit, uh\nI'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\nSee my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\nGot my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\nI'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\nI'm legit, I got that good to make it back and make it flip\nHop it, whip it, brrrt, stick it, bring it back and make a brick\nIf it's digits, I'm deep in it, spin it fast and take a trip\n'Cause I'm the shit, uh, 'cause I'm legit, uh\nAnd then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it\nAnd then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it\nAnd then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it\nAnd then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it\nI feel like Cher, gems on my ass and my nails to my hair\nClub going up 'til the sun in the air\nSaid he wanna hunch but I forgot the Nair, uh\nFeel like bear, uh\nI'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\nSee my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\nGot my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\nI'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\nGot a nigga new draws (uh, uh, uh)\nGive that nigga blue balls (uh, uh, uh)\nMake a nigga sing songs (uh, uh, uh)\nCall that nigga DuVall (uh, uh, uh)\nGon' and drop it to the floor and make it (uh, uh, uh)\nGon' and get ya eagle on and shake it (uh, uh, uh)\nIf that nigga hella broke, I make him (uh, uh, uh)\nGon' and get that money back and bring it (uh, uh)\nI'm the shit\nI'm the shit\nI'm the shit\nI'm the shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Shit\n artist: Doechii\n album: Bra-Less - EP\n duration_ms: 120000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Mario)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n I'm the shit\n Nigga turn to bits when he do it on the tip (uh)\n Go a hunnit rounds and he wanna call it quits (uh)\n Never hear a sound but he gobble on my tits, uh\n I let it sit, uh\n I swallow kids maybe I should be a babysitter (baby, baby, baby)\n The way he chew it, I could probably be his TV dinner (TV, TV, TV)\n And with his body, it belong inside a colosseum (calo', calo', calo')\n I'm not gon' call him just because he say, \"It's time to see ya\"\n I'm the shit\n Hoes talking down, lookin' up to my clit\n Go take it down to my shoes to my wrist\n Bet you on a list if you rich as a bitch, uh\n If you the shit, uh\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n I'm legit, I got that good to make it back and make it flip\n Hop it, whip it, brrrt, stick it, bring it back and make a brick\n If it's digits, I'm deep in it, spin it fast and take a trip\n 'Cause I'm the shit, uh, 'cause I'm legit, uh\n And then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it\n And then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it\n And then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it\n And then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it\n I feel like Cher, gems on my ass and my nails to my hair\n Club going up 'til the sun in the air\n Said he wanna hunch but I forgot the Nair, uh\n Feel like bear, uh\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)\n See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)\n Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)\n I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum\n Got a nigga new draws (uh, uh, uh)\n Give that nigga blue balls (uh, uh, uh)\n Make a nigga sing songs (uh, uh, uh)\n Call that nigga DuVall (uh, uh, uh)\n Gon' and drop it to the floor and make it (uh, uh, uh)\n Gon' and get ya eagle on and shake it (uh, uh, uh)\n If that nigga hella broke, I make him (uh, uh, uh)\n Gon' and get that money back and bring it (uh, uh)\n I'm the shit\n I'm the shit\n I'm the shit\n I'm the shit\n"},{"id":11664613,"name":"Truth","trackName":"Truth","artistName":"Doechii, Leo Conoza","albumName":"Bra-Less","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\nI am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\nI am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\nIt's misprinted\n\nNigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\nI been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\nPoppin' tags every day like a new prescription\nNigga, shut up, listen\nSoles of my feet red, these the Christians\n\nBitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\nYou in my presence, consider yourself gifted\nOkay, we know you tellin' the tales\nYou know who ringin' the bells\nYou know who leavin' the trails\nYou know who got it\n\nCandles drippin', leave the wax on her body\nWake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\nWho got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\nNiggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\nAnd I know you know, but do she know?\n\nWho else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\nThe only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\nThe only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\nThey peepin' through the peephole\nI'm peekin' through the people\n\nAnd I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\nAnd I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\nThese niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\nThese niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n\nAnd if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\nThe labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\nI work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\nThey see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n\nIt's true\nYou know that it's true\nTrue\n\nPride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah\nMy bad we winnin', know you hate that\nIt's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\nWe step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n\nI grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\nMy angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\nWe got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\nWe in the same pic, but we frame different\n\nFuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\nDon't got the same drip, we rain different\nAnd here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\nWe take the same shots, but we aim different\n\nYuh, true\nYeah, I'm aimin' at you\nUh, and you know that it's true\nYou know that it's-\n\nUh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\nI dream vividly, so don't trigger me\nI never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\nAnd I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n\nTrue, you know that it's true\nYou know that it's true\nAin't lookin' at you\nBut you know that it's true","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.64] Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\n[00:06.54] I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\n[00:09.69] I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\n[00:13.59] It's misprinted\n[00:14.85] Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\n[00:17.85] I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\n[00:21.11] Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription\n[00:24.33] Nigga, shut up, listen\n[00:26.06] Soles of my feet red, these the Christians\n[00:28.95] Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\n[00:32.26] You in my presence, consider yourself gifted\n[00:35.20] Okay, we know you tellin' the tales\n[00:37.66] You know who ringin' the bells\n[00:39.11] You know who leavin' the trails\n[00:40.79] You know who got it\n[00:42.06] Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body\n[00:44.38] Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\n[00:47.57] Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\n[00:50.12] Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\n[00:52.22] And I know you know, but do she know?\n[00:54.57] Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\n[00:57.76] The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\n[01:00.84] The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\n[01:04.26] They peepin' through the peephole\n[01:05.81] I'm peekin' through the people\n[01:07.46] And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\n[01:10.58] And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\n[01:13.76] These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\n[01:17.15] These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n[01:20.23] And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\n[01:23.34] The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\n[01:26.70] I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\n[01:29.08] They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n[01:35.24] It's true\n[01:38.09] You know that it's true\n[01:41.93] True\n[01:45.78] Pride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah\n[01:49.01] My bad we winnin', know you hate that\n[01:51.36] It's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\n[01:54.55] We step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n[01:58.46] I grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\n[02:01.72] My angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\n[02:04.95] We got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\n[02:08.13] We in the same pic, but we frame different\n[02:11.42] Fuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\n[02:14.44] Don't got the same drip, we rain different\n[02:17.81] And here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\n[02:21.00] We take the same shots, but we aim different\n[02:25.91] Yuh, true\n[02:28.22] Yeah, I'm aimin' at you\n[02:31.43] Uh, and you know that it's true\n[02:35.69] You know that it's-\n[02:36.38] Uh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\n[02:40.07] I dream vividly, so don't trigger me\n[02:43.45] I never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\n[02:46.50] And I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n[02:49.83] True, you know that it's true\n[02:54.94] You know that it's true\n[02:57.86] Ain't lookin' at you\n[03:00.99] But you know that it's true\n[03:03.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Truth\n artist: Doechii, Leo Conoza\n album: Bra-Less\n duration_ms: 192000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\n start_ms: 3640\n end_ms: 6540\n- text: I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\n start_ms: 6540\n end_ms: 9690\n- text: I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\n start_ms: 9690\n end_ms: 13590\n- text: It's misprinted\n start_ms: 13590\n end_ms: 14850\n- text: Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\n start_ms: 14850\n end_ms: 17850\n- text: I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\n start_ms: 17850\n end_ms: 21110\n- text: Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription\n start_ms: 21110\n end_ms: 24330\n- text: Nigga, shut up, listen\n start_ms: 24330\n end_ms: 26060\n- text: Soles of my feet red, these the Christians\n start_ms: 26060\n end_ms: 28950\n- text: Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\n start_ms: 28950\n end_ms: 32260\n- text: You in my presence, consider yourself gifted\n start_ms: 32260\n end_ms: 35200\n- text: Okay, we know you tellin' the tales\n start_ms: 35200\n end_ms: 37660\n- text: You know who ringin' the bells\n start_ms: 37660\n end_ms: 39110\n- text: You know who leavin' the trails\n start_ms: 39110\n end_ms: 40790\n- text: You know who got it\n start_ms: 40790\n end_ms: 42060\n- text: Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body\n start_ms: 42060\n end_ms: 44380\n- text: Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\n start_ms: 44380\n end_ms: 47570\n- text: Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\n start_ms: 47570\n end_ms: 50120\n- text: Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\n start_ms: 50120\n end_ms: 52220\n- text: And I know you know, but do she know?\n start_ms: 52220\n end_ms: 54570\n- text: Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\n start_ms: 54570\n end_ms: 57760\n- text: The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\n start_ms: 57760\n end_ms: 60840\n- text: The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\n start_ms: 60840\n end_ms: 64260\n- text: They peepin' through the peephole\n start_ms: 64260\n end_ms: 65810\n- text: I'm peekin' through the people\n start_ms: 65810\n end_ms: 67460\n- text: And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\n start_ms: 67460\n end_ms: 70580\n- text: And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\n start_ms: 70580\n end_ms: 73760\n- text: These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\n start_ms: 73760\n end_ms: 77150\n- text: These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n start_ms: 77150\n end_ms: 80230\n- text: And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\n start_ms: 80230\n end_ms: 83340\n- text: The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\n start_ms: 83340\n end_ms: 86700\n- text: I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\n start_ms: 86700\n end_ms: 89080\n- text: They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n start_ms: 89080\n end_ms: 95240\n- text: It's true\n start_ms: 95240\n end_ms: 98090\n- text: You know that it's true\n start_ms: 98090\n end_ms: 101930\n- text: 'True'\n start_ms: 101930\n end_ms: 105780\n- text: Pride of my family, man, no K. 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Pratt, yeah\nMy bad we winnin', know you hate that\nIt's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\nWe step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n\nI grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\nMy angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\nWe got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\nWe in the same pic, but we frame different\n\nFuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\nDon't got the same drip, we rain different\nAnd here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\nWe take the same shots, but we aim different\n\nYuh, true\nYeah, I'm aimin' at you\nUh, and you know that it's true\nYou know that it's-\n\nUh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\nI dream vividly, so don't trigger me\nI never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\nAnd I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n\nTrue, you know that it's true\nYou know that it's true\nAin't lookin' at you\nBut you know that it's true","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Truth (feat. 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Pratt, yeah\nMy bad we winnin', know you hate that\nIt's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\nWe step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n\nI grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\nMy angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\nWe got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\nWe in the same pic, but we frame different\n\nFuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\nDon't got the same drip, we rain different\nAnd here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\nWe take the same shots, but we aim different\n\nYuh, true\nYeah, I'm aimin' at you\nUh, and you know that it's true\nYou know that it's-\n\nUh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\nI dream vividly, so don't trigger me\nI never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\nAnd I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n\nTrue, you know that it's true\nYou know that it's true\nAin't lookin' at you\nBut you know that it's true","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.64] Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\n[00:06.54] I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\n[00:09.69] I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\n[00:13.59] It's misprinted\n[00:14.85] Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\n[00:17.85] I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\n[00:21.11] Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription\n[00:24.33] Nigga, shut up, listen\n[00:26.06] Soles of my feet red, these the Christians\n[00:28.95] Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\n[00:32.26] You in my presence, consider yourself gifted\n[00:35.20] Okay, we know you tellin' the tales\n[00:37.66] You know who ringin' the bells\n[00:39.11] You know who leavin' the trails\n[00:40.79] You know who got it\n[00:42.06] Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body\n[00:44.38] Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\n[00:47.57] Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\n[00:50.12] Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\n[00:52.22] And I know you know, but do she know?\n[00:54.57] Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\n[00:57.76] The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\n[01:00.84] The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\n[01:04.26] They peepin' through the peephole\n[01:05.81] I'm peekin' through the people\n[01:07.46] And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\n[01:10.58] And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\n[01:13.76] These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\n[01:17.15] These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n[01:20.23] And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\n[01:23.34] The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\n[01:26.70] I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\n[01:29.08] They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n[01:35.24] It's true\n[01:38.09] You know that it's true\n[01:41.93] True\n[01:45.78] Pride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah\n[01:49.01] My bad we winnin', know you hate that\n[01:51.36] It's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\n[01:54.55] We step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n[01:58.46] I grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\n[02:01.72] My angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\n[02:04.95] We got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\n[02:08.13] We in the same pic, but we frame different\n[02:11.42] Fuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\n[02:14.44] Don't got the same drip, we rain different\n[02:17.81] And here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\n[02:21.00] We take the same shots, but we aim different\n[02:25.91] Yuh, true\n[02:28.22] Yeah, I'm aimin' at you\n[02:31.43] Uh, and you know that it's true\n[02:35.69] You know that it's-\n[02:36.38] Uh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\n[02:40.07] I dream vividly, so don't trigger me\n[02:43.45] I never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\n[02:46.50] And I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n[02:49.83] True, you know that it's true\n[02:54.94] You know that it's true\n[02:57.86] Ain't lookin' at you\n[03:00.99] But you know that it's true\n[03:03.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Truth\n artist: Doechii feat. 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Pratt, yeah\nMy bad we winnin', know you hate that\nIt's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\nWe step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n\nI grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\nMy angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\nWe got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\nWe in the same pic, but we frame different\n\nFuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\nDon't got the same drip, we rain different\nAnd here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\nWe take the same shots, but we aim different\n\nYuh, true\nYeah, I'm aimin' at you\nUh, and you know that it's true\nYou know that it's-\n\nUh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\nI dream vividly, so don't trigger me\nI never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\nAnd I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n\nTrue, you know that it's true\nYou know that it's true\nAin't lookin' at you\nBut you know that it's true","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Truth\n artist: Doechii (ft. Leo Conoza)\n album: Bra-Less\n duration_ms: 192000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Righteous livin', the sun promise a life prolific\n I am the exhibit, the wombs gifted, these niggas tempted\n I am underwritten and y'all scriptin' the stories twisted\n It's misprinted\n\n Nigga, you are in the presence of a new apprentice\n I been reapin' blessings like I'm on the new subscription\n Poppin' tags every day like a new prescription\n Nigga, shut up, listen\n Soles of my feet red, these the Christians\n\n Bitches wanna break bread like Corinthians\n You in my presence, consider yourself gifted\n Okay, we know you tellin' the tales\n You know who ringin' the bells\n You know who leavin' the trails\n You know who got it\n\n Candles drippin', leave the wax on her body\n Wake up to the smell of pussy, bitches doin' pilates\n Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?\n Niggas bustin' off my flow, it's erotic\n And I know you know, but do she know?\n\n Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vevo?\n The only apple of my eye is the fuckin' Keynote\n The only plane I'ma fly is a fuckin' G-note\n They peepin' through the peephole\n I'm peekin' through the people\n\n And I ain't bein' cocky when I say, \"They lookin' for me\"\n And I ain't talkin' Paula when I say, \"They cookin' for me\"\n These niggas 7Shift, that mean they bookin' for me\n These niggas U-turn when they be lookin' for me\n\n And if you hear a rumor's 'bout me, just know that it's true\n The labels can't afford the fact that I work 'til I'm blue\n I work 'til I'm fat, I burp and I brat\n They see me on the cover Wonderlandin', off with they heads, it's true\n\n It's true\n You know that it's true\n True\n\n Pride of my family, man, no K. Pratt, yeah\n My bad we winnin', know you hate that\n It's in the sign, just watch and listen to this 8-track\n We step all on these niggas' necks just like a placemat, yeah\n\n I grind different, my soul in it, you can't miss it\n My angels hold me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits\n We got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision\n We in the same pic, but we frame different\n\n Fuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different\n Don't got the same drip, we rain different\n And here's a fair warning, I will get your main missin'\n We take the same shots, but we aim different\n\n Yuh, true\n Yeah, I'm aimin' at you\n Uh, and you know that it's true\n You know that it's-\n\n Uh, I'm here physically, I'm gone mentally\n I dream vividly, so don't trigger me\n I never pivot back, I never pigeonhole\n And I could call him back, don't got his digits, though\n\n True, you know that it's true\n You know that it's true\n Ain't lookin' at you\n But you know that it's true\n"}]