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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\nNeff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\nWho ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\nChop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\nI just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\nOne through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\nLil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\nGot a couple bricks, started off with four grams\nGray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\nYeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\nAsk a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\nNiggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\nWater dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\nThought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\nEvery load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\nSit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\nYoungin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\nFlunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\nSearch for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\nYoung shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\nFuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\nYou already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n5500, the big general, man\nBMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\nRed zone 'til my head gone\nPussy","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.58] (FOREVERROLLING)\n[00:11.76] Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n[00:13.82] Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous\n[00:16.51] Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n[00:19.35] I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n[00:22.15] You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n[00:24.98] Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking\n[00:27.66] So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n[00:30.60] So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n[00:33.32] My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get\n[00:36.19] Our bond, they couldn't brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises\n[00:38.93] You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n[00:41.88] But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success\n[00:44.56] You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n[00:47.23] Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n[00:50.08] We don't duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click\n[00:52.87] Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n[00:55.56] Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti\n[00:58.46] Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n[01:01.16] Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n[01:04.75] Maybe I ain't grow up, 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n[01:07.16] Yeah, old shit still bother me, my past still hauntin' me\n[01:10.32] Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me\n[01:13.19] Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred\n[01:15.93] Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it\n[01:18.75] Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don't want it\n[01:21.45] 'Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it\n[01:23.99] My niggas move off of numbers like every 20 a hundred\n[01:26.74] I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong\n[01:29.92] Put the gun down for what? Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n[01:32.75] Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n[01:35.51] Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n[01:38.38] Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n[01:41.18] I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n[01:43.93] One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n[01:46.43] Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n[01:49.22] Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n[01:52.01] Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n[01:54.60] Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n[01:57.22] Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n[02:00.33] Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n[02:03.07] Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n[02:05.85] Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n[02:08.63] Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n[02:11.52] Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n[02:14.28] Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n[02:17.20] Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n[02:19.80] Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n[02:22.64] Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n[02:25.76] Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n[02:26.46] You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n[02:28.90] 5500, the big general, man\n[02:30.72] BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n[02:33.09] Red zone 'til my head gone\n[02:35.78] Pussy\n[02:36.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Friends [Official Audio] (feat. 42 Dugg)\n artist: EST Gee\n album: EST Gee Songs\n duration_ms: 171000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (FOREVERROLLING)\n start_ms: 10580\n end_ms: 11760\n- text: Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n start_ms: 11760\n end_ms: 13820\n- text: Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous\n start_ms: 13820\n end_ms: 16510\n- text: Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n start_ms: 16510\n end_ms: 19350\n- text: I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n start_ms: 19350\n end_ms: 22150\n- text: You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n start_ms: 22150\n end_ms: 24980\n- text: Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking\n start_ms: 24980\n end_ms: 27660\n- text: So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n start_ms: 27660\n end_ms: 30600\n- text: So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n start_ms: 30600\n end_ms: 33320\n- text: My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get\n start_ms: 33320\n end_ms: 36190\n- text: Our bond, they couldn't brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises\n start_ms: 36190\n end_ms: 38930\n- text: You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n start_ms: 38930\n end_ms: 41880\n- text: But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success\n start_ms: 41880\n end_ms: 44560\n- text: You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n start_ms: 44560\n end_ms: 47230\n- text: Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n start_ms: 47230\n end_ms: 50080\n- text: We don't duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click\n start_ms: 50080\n end_ms: 52870\n- text: Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n start_ms: 52870\n end_ms: 55560\n- text: Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti\n start_ms: 55560\n end_ms: 58460\n- text: Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n start_ms: 58460\n end_ms: 61160\n- text: Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n start_ms: 61160\n end_ms: 64750\n- text: Maybe I ain't grow up, 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n start_ms: 64750\n end_ms: 67160\n- text: Yeah, old shit still bother me, my past still hauntin' me\n start_ms: 67160\n end_ms: 70320\n- text: Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me\n start_ms: 70320\n end_ms: 73190\n- text: Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred\n start_ms: 73190\n end_ms: 75930\n- text: Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it\n start_ms: 75930\n end_ms: 78750\n- text: Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don't want it\n start_ms: 78750\n end_ms: 81450\n- text: '''Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it'\n start_ms: 81450\n end_ms: 83990\n- text: My niggas move off of numbers like every 20 a hundred\n start_ms: 83990\n end_ms: 86740\n- text: I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong\n start_ms: 86740\n end_ms: 89920\n- text: Put the gun down for what? 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\n I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\n Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\n Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\n You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n 5500, the big general, man\n BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n Red zone 'til my head gone\n Pussy\n"},{"id":11085655,"name":"No Friends","trackName":"No Friends","artistName":"EST Gee","albumName":"Bigger Than Life or Death (deluxe)","duration":170.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(FOREVERROLLING)\nStill thuggin', I ain't let it change me\nRealizin' rappers cool with bein' broke long as they famous\nMeech told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\nI wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\nYou get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\nBuy Yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they rankin'\nSo rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\nSo stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\nMy only true love for my sons, any extra they get\nOur bond, they couldn't break it, it faded, still sing your praises\nYou the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\nBut give a fuck less, nigga look at my success\nYou know you a bitch, keep worryin' 'bout me on that tough shit\nSlick behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\nWe don't duck for cover, keep on bussin' 'til that gun click\nKnow you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\nThis the type of day they got me feelin' like the old Gotti\nJust hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\nShootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\nMaybe I ain't grow up 'cause my problems, I can't let go\nOld shit still bother me, my past still huntin' me\nStill havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and front me\nStill havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hunter\nNiggas talkin' all this trap shit, when I really done it\nNiggas pump-fake and they smoke shit when they don't want it\n'Cause once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it\nMy niggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid\nI throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or he wrong\nPut the gun up for what? Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\nNeff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\nWho ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\nChopped somethin', then bend a corner, free them boys\nI just made five hunnid, bitch, we them boys\nOne through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\nLil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\nGot a couple bricks, started off with four grams\nGray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\nYeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '0-10\nAsk a nigga why, why he never wrote Twin?\nUh, nigga dissed me, done been shot at, done been toe-tagged\nWater dried up and I'm glad Moski bought the coke in\nThought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\nEvery load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\nSit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\nYoungin' out the east can't spell his name, but he can throw fan\nFlunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\nSearch for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pen\nYoung shiner, red zone dotter, I don't need no friends\nFuck you talkin' 'bout\nYou already know what's up, man\nIt's EST Gee\n5500 the big general, man\nAyy, BMF and EST\nYoung Shiners for life\nBands up 'til my head gone, pussy","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.41] (FOREVERROLLING)\n[00:11.21] Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n[00:13.56] Realizin' rappers cool with bein' broke long as they famous\n[00:16.28] Meech told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n[00:18.96] I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n[00:21.80] You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n[00:24.71] Buy Yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they rankin'\n[00:27.38] So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n[00:30.25] So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n[00:33.06] My only true love for my sons, any extra they get\n[00:35.97] Our bond, they couldn't break it, it faded, still sing your praises\n[00:38.83] You the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n[00:41.56] But give a fuck less, nigga look at my success\n[00:44.20] You know you a bitch, keep worryin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n[00:46.99] Slick behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n[00:50.03] We don't duck for cover, keep on bussin' 'til that gun click\n[00:52.69] Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n[00:55.50] This the type of day they got me feelin' like the old Gotti\n[00:58.31] Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n[01:01.06] Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n[01:04.33] Maybe I ain't grow up 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n[01:07.23] Old shit still bother me, my past still huntin' me\n[01:10.18] Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and front me\n[01:13.10] Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hunter\n[01:15.73] Niggas talkin' all this trap shit, when I really done it\n[01:18.49] Niggas pump-fake and they smoke shit when they don't want it\n[01:21.15] 'Cause once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it\n[01:23.86] My niggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid\n[01:26.75] I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or he wrong\n[01:29.33] Put the gun up for what? Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n[01:32.46] Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n[01:35.33] Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n[01:38.16] Chopped somethin', then bend a corner, free them boys\n[01:40.86] I just made five hunnid, bitch, we them boys\n[01:43.54] One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n[01:46.41] Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n[01:48.81] Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n[01:51.64] Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n[01:54.33] Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '0-10\n[01:57.23] Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote Twin?\n[01:59.94] Uh, nigga dissed me, done been shot at, done been toe-tagged\n[02:02.72] Water dried up and I'm glad Moski bought the coke in\n[02:05.51] Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n[02:08.35] Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n[02:11.19] Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n[02:13.94] Youngin' out the east can't spell his name, but he can throw fan\n[02:16.80] Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n[02:19.52] Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pen\n[02:22.39] Young shiner, red zone dotter, I don't need no friends\n[02:25.49] Fuck you talkin' 'bout\n[02:26.22] You already know what's up, man\n[02:27.23] It's EST Gee\n[02:28.56] 5500 the big general, man\n[02:30.48] Ayy, BMF and EST\n[02:32.05] Young Shiners for life\n[02:33.06] Bands up 'til my head gone, pussy","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Friends\n artist: EST Gee\n album: Bigger Than Life or Death (deluxe)\n duration_ms: 170000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (FOREVERROLLING)\n start_ms: 10410\n end_ms: 11210\n- text: Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n start_ms: 11210\n end_ms: 13560\n- text: Realizin' rappers cool with bein' broke long as they famous\n start_ms: 13560\n end_ms: 16280\n- text: Meech told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n start_ms: 16280\n end_ms: 18960\n- text: I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n start_ms: 18960\n end_ms: 21800\n- text: You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n start_ms: 21800\n end_ms: 24710\n- text: Buy Yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they rankin'\n start_ms: 24710\n end_ms: 27380\n- text: So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n start_ms: 27380\n end_ms: 30250\n- text: So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n start_ms: 30250\n end_ms: 33060\n- text: My only true love for my sons, any extra they get\n start_ms: 33060\n end_ms: 35970\n- text: Our bond, they couldn't break it, it faded, still sing your praises\n start_ms: 35970\n end_ms: 38830\n- text: You the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n start_ms: 38830\n end_ms: 41560\n- text: But give a fuck less, nigga look at my success\n start_ms: 41560\n end_ms: 44200\n- text: You know you a bitch, keep worryin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n start_ms: 44200\n end_ms: 46990\n- text: Slick behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n start_ms: 46990\n end_ms: 50030\n- text: We don't duck for cover, keep on bussin' 'til that gun click\n start_ms: 50030\n end_ms: 52690\n- text: Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n start_ms: 52690\n end_ms: 55500\n- text: This the type of day they got me feelin' like the old Gotti\n start_ms: 55500\n end_ms: 58310\n- text: Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n start_ms: 58310\n end_ms: 61060\n- text: Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n start_ms: 61060\n end_ms: 64330\n- text: Maybe I ain't grow up 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n start_ms: 64330\n end_ms: 67230\n- text: Old shit still bother me, my past still huntin' me\n start_ms: 67230\n end_ms: 70180\n- text: Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and front me\n start_ms: 70180\n end_ms: 73100\n- text: Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hunter\n start_ms: 73100\n end_ms: 75730\n- text: Niggas talkin' all this trap shit, when I really done it\n start_ms: 75730\n end_ms: 78490\n- text: Niggas pump-fake and they smoke shit when they don't want it\n start_ms: 78490\n end_ms: 81150\n- text: '''Cause once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it'\n start_ms: 81150\n end_ms: 83860\n- text: My niggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid\n start_ms: 83860\n end_ms: 86750\n- text: I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or he wrong\n start_ms: 86750\n end_ms: 89330\n- text: Put the gun up for what? 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n Chopped somethin', then bend a corner, free them boys\n I just made five hunnid, bitch, we them boys\n One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '0-10\n Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote Twin?\n Uh, nigga dissed me, done been shot at, done been toe-tagged\n Water dried up and I'm glad Moski bought the coke in\n Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n Youngin' out the east can't spell his name, but he can throw fan\n Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pen\n Young shiner, red zone dotter, I don't need no friends\n Fuck you talkin' 'bout\n You already know what's up, man\n It's EST Gee\n 5500 the big general, man\n Ayy, BMF and EST\n Young Shiners for life\n Bands up 'til my head gone, pussy\n"},{"id":11596523,"name":"No Friends","trackName":"No Friends","artistName":"EST Gee","albumName":"Bigger Than Life Or Death","duration":170.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(FOREVERROLLING)\nStill thuggin', I ain't let it change me\nRealizin' rappers cool with bein' broke long as they famous\nMeech told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\nI wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\nYou get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\nBuy Yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they rankin'\nSo rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\nSo stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\nMy only true love for my sons, any extra they get\nOur bond, they couldn't break it, it faded, still sing your praises\nYou the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\nBut give a fuck less, nigga look at my success\nYou know you a bitch, keep worryin' 'bout me on that tough shit\nSlick behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\nWe don't duck for cover, keep on bussin' 'til that gun click\nKnow you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\nThis the type of day they got me feelin' like the old Gotti\nJust hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\nShootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\nMaybe I ain't grow up 'cause my problems, I can't let go\nOld shit still bother me, my past still huntin' me\nStill havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and front me\nStill havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hunter\nNiggas talkin' all this trap shit, when I really done it\nNiggas pump-fake and they smoke shit when they don't want it\n'Cause once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it\nMy niggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid\nI throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or he wrong\nPut the gun up for what? 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Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\nChopped somethin', then bend a corner, free them boys\nI just made five hunnid, bitch, we them boys\nOne through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\nLil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\nGot a couple bricks, started off with four grams\nGray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\nYeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '0-10\nAsk a nigga why, why he never wrote Twin?\nUh, nigga dissed me, done been shot at, done been toe-tagged\nWater dried up and I'm glad Moski bought the coke in\nThought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\nEvery load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\nSit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\nYoungin' out the east can't spell his name, but he can throw fan\nFlunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\nSearch for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pen\nYoung shiner, red zone dotter, I don't need no friends\nFuck you talkin' 'bout\nYou already know what's up, man\nIt's EST Gee\n5500 the big general, man\nAyy, BMF and EST\nYoung Shiners for life\nBands up 'til my head gone, pussy","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.41] (FOREVERROLLING)\n[00:11.21] Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n[00:13.56] Realizin' rappers cool with bein' broke long as they famous\n[00:16.28] Meech told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n[00:18.96] I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n[00:21.80] You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n[00:24.71] Buy Yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they rankin'\n[00:27.38] So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n[00:30.25] So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n[00:33.06] My only true love for my sons, any extra they get\n[00:35.97] Our bond, they couldn't break it, it faded, still sing your praises\n[00:38.83] You the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n[00:41.56] But give a fuck less, nigga look at my success\n[00:44.20] You know you a bitch, keep worryin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n[00:46.99] Slick behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n[00:50.03] We don't duck for cover, keep on bussin' 'til that gun click\n[00:52.69] Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n[00:55.50] This the type of day they got me feelin' like the old Gotti\n[00:58.31] Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n[01:01.06] Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n[01:04.33] Maybe I ain't grow up 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n[01:07.23] Old shit still bother me, my past still huntin' me\n[01:10.18] Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and front me\n[01:13.10] Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hunter\n[01:15.73] Niggas talkin' all this trap shit, when I really done it\n[01:18.49] Niggas pump-fake and they smoke shit when they don't want it\n[01:21.15] 'Cause once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it\n[01:23.86] My niggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid\n[01:26.75] I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or he wrong\n[01:29.33] Put the gun up for what? 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Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n start_ms: 95510\n end_ms: 98380\n- text: Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n start_ms: 98380\n end_ms: 101180\n- text: I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n start_ms: 101180\n end_ms: 103930\n- text: One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n start_ms: 103930\n end_ms: 106430\n- text: Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n start_ms: 106430\n end_ms: 109220\n- text: Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n start_ms: 109220\n end_ms: 112010\n- text: Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n start_ms: 112010\n end_ms: 114600\n- text: Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n start_ms: 114600\n end_ms: 117220\n- text: Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n start_ms: 117220\n end_ms: 120330\n- text: Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n start_ms: 120330\n end_ms: 123070\n- text: Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n start_ms: 123070\n end_ms: 125850\n- text: Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n start_ms: 125850\n end_ms: 128630\n- text: Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n start_ms: 128630\n end_ms: 131520\n- text: Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n start_ms: 131520\n end_ms: 134280\n- text: Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n start_ms: 134280\n end_ms: 137200\n- text: Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n start_ms: 137200\n end_ms: 139800\n- text: Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n start_ms: 139800\n end_ms: 142640\n- text: Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n start_ms: 142640\n end_ms: 145760\n- text: Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n start_ms: 145760\n end_ms: 146460\n- text: You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n start_ms: 146460\n end_ms: 148900\n- text: 5500, the big general, man\n start_ms: 148900\n end_ms: 150720\n- text: BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n start_ms: 150720\n end_ms: 153090\n- text: Red zone 'til my head gone\n start_ms: 153090\n end_ms: 155780\n- text: Pussy\n start_ms: 155780\n end_ms: 156460\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 156460\nplain: |-\n (FOREVERROLLING)\n\n Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous\n Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n\n You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking\n So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n\n My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get\n Our bond, they couldn't brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises\n You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success\n\n You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n We don't duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click\n Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n\n Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti\n Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n Maybe I ain't grow up, 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n\n Yeah, old shit still bother me, my past still hauntin' me\n Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me\n Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred\n Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it\n Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don't want it\n 'Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it\n\n My niggas move off of numbers like every 20 a hundred\n I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong\n Put the gun down for what? Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\n I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\n Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\n Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\n You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n 5500, the big general, man\n BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n Red zone 'til my head gone\n Pussy\n"},{"id":16970318,"name":"12 Est Gee - Real Reason","trackName":"12 Est Gee - Real Reason","artistName":"Dj S.R.","albumName":"No Friends In The Industry","duration":155.16,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)\n\nThis the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me\nI'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it\nI was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it\nYou know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi\nI'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em\nAll them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em\nMy heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie\nThey post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me\n\nOnce you cross that line, it's a short time before you fly\nFrom the island, I throw 55, Red Zone 'til I die\nWe face-to-face\nYou couldn't even look me in my eyes, nigga soft as pie\nWe load up and slide, wait 'til he come outside, show the sky\nMy whole life, I had it on my mind to make a million\nI ain't need no nigga to help me wrap and send it, just my sealer\n\nThey scared of me, not scared for me\n'Cause they know that I'm a thriller\nAin't no better feeling hoppin' out that whip and chasin' niggas\nAin't no better feeling thumbin' through that skrilla with some killers\nIt's like wakin' up and seein' the realest when you look in the mirror\n\nThis shit mimic gettin' that call from shippers sayin' it's delivered\nOr gettin' that call from lil' bro spinnin' say he ain't miss him, that he finished\nWar ain't civil, better keep your pistol, I'ma make 'em miss you\nLight a candle at the spot we hit you, teddy bears and pictures\n\nThis the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me\nI'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it\nI was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it\nYou know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi\nI'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em\nAll them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em\nMy heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie\nThey post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me\n\nYou learn a lesson, I can teach you somethin', hope you see it comin'\nDon't trust nothin', keep your yeek for comfort, they was screamin', woofin'\n'Til I took a look, it wasn't nothin', sticks ain't shit unless you seize the drummer\nWe all move as one to keep our weakness covered\nNigga play, we dump 'em, now I wonder what make niggas flaw?\nWhy they wish me harm? When they switched, it ain't make me alarmed\n7.62 park cars, I don't flinch 'cause I ain't scared at all\nI only fear God, chopper lettin' off like round of applause\n\nTurn you to a star, I been hurt, so I keep up my guard\nBein' this way got me far before MacGyver died, he broke all of our hearts\nDM big bro broad, he felt shame and he start backin' off\nThis just from us far, should've kept us close, they wet his car\nThought it hurt, but I side with my dog, Red been cut him off\n\nRed been cut him off\nRed had been cut him off, yeah\nAnd that's the real reason why I think these niggas be hatin' on me\nI'ma get him a T-shirt, get a face on it","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.55] (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)\n[00:06.55] This the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me\n[00:09.68] I'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it\n[00:12.97] I was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it\n[00:16.26] You know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi\n[00:19.17] I'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em\n[00:22.56] All them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em\n[00:25.62] My heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie\n[00:28.71] They post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me\n[00:31.95] Once you cross that line, it's a short time before you fly\n[00:35.14] From the island, I throw 55, Red Zone 'til I die\n[00:37.98] We face-to-face\n[00:38.75] You couldn't even look me in my eyes, nigga soft as pie\n[00:41.69] We load up and slide, wait 'til he come outside, show the sky\n[00:44.92] My whole life, I had it on my mind to make a million\n[00:47.98] I ain't need no nigga to help me wrap and send it, just my sealer\n[00:51.13] They scared of me, not scared for me\n[00:52.48] 'Cause they know that I'm a thriller\n[00:54.15] Ain't no better feeling hoppin' out that whip and chasin' niggas\n[00:57.33] Ain't no better feeling thumbin' through that skrilla with some killers\n[01:00.57] It's like wakin' up and seein' the realest when you look in the mirror\n[01:03.87] This shit mimic gettin' that call from shippers sayin' it's delivered\n[01:07.05] Or gettin' that call from lil' bro spinnin' say he ain't miss him, that he finished\n[01:10.16] War ain't civil, better keep your pistol, I'ma make 'em miss you\n[01:13.36] Light a candle at the spot we hit you, teddy bears and pictures\n[01:16.85] This the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me\n[01:20.16] I'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it\n[01:23.22] I was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it\n[01:26.29] You know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi\n[01:29.53] I'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em\n[01:32.95] All them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em\n[01:36.24] My heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie\n[01:39.28] They post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me\n[01:42.23] You learn a lesson, I can teach you somethin', hope you see it comin'\n[01:45.42] Don't trust nothin', keep your yeek for comfort, they was screamin', woofin'\n[01:48.54] 'Til I took a look, it wasn't nothin', sticks ain't shit unless you seize the drummer\n[01:52.60] We all move as one to keep our weakness covered\n[01:54.98] Nigga play, we dump 'em, now I wonder what make niggas flaw?\n[01:58.17] Why they wish me harm? When they switched, it ain't make me alarmed\n[02:01.22] 7.62 park cars, I don't flinch 'cause I ain't scared at all\n[02:04.73] I only fear God, chopper lettin' off like round of applause\n[02:07.92] Turn you to a star, I been hurt, so I keep up my guard\n[02:10.91] Bein' this way got me far before MacGyver died, he broke all of our hearts\n[02:15.00] DM big bro broad, he felt shame and he start backin' off\n[02:18.11] This just from us far, should've kept us close, they wet his car\n[02:21.33] Thought it hurt, but I side with my dog, Red been cut him off\n[02:24.37] Red been cut him off\n[02:25.96] Red had been cut him off, yeah\n[02:27.23] And that's the real reason why I think these niggas be hatin' on me\n[02:31.32] I'ma get him a T-shirt, get a face on it\n[02:33.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 12 Est Gee - Real Reason\n artist: Dj S.R.\n album: No Friends In The Industry\n duration_ms: 155160\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)\n start_ms: 4550\n end_ms: 6550\n- text: This the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me\n start_ms: 6550\n end_ms: 9680\n- text: I'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it\n start_ms: 9680\n end_ms: 12970\n- text: I was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it\n start_ms: 12970\n end_ms: 16260\n- text: You know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi\n start_ms: 16260\n end_ms: 19170\n- text: I'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em\n start_ms: 19170\n end_ms: 22560\n- text: All them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em\n start_ms: 22560\n end_ms: 25620\n- text: My heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie\n start_ms: 25620\n end_ms: 28710\n- text: They post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me\n start_ms: 28710\n end_ms: 31950\n- text: Once you cross that line, it's a short time before you fly\n start_ms: 31950\n end_ms: 35140\n- text: From the island, I throw 55, Red Zone 'til I die\n start_ms: 35140\n end_ms: 37980\n- text: We face-to-face\n start_ms: 37980\n end_ms: 38750\n- text: You couldn't even look me in my eyes, nigga soft as pie\n start_ms: 38750\n end_ms: 41690\n- text: We load up and slide, wait 'til he come outside, show the sky\n start_ms: 41690\n end_ms: 44920\n- text: My whole life, I had it on my mind to make a million\n start_ms: 44920\n end_ms: 47980\n- text: I ain't need no nigga to help me wrap and send it, just my sealer\n start_ms: 47980\n end_ms: 51130\n- text: They scared of me, not scared for me\n start_ms: 51130\n end_ms: 52480\n- text: '''Cause they know that I''m a thriller'\n start_ms: 52480\n end_ms: 54150\n- text: Ain't no better feeling hoppin' out that whip and chasin' niggas\n start_ms: 54150\n end_ms: 57330\n- text: Ain't no better feeling thumbin' through that skrilla with some killers\n start_ms: 57330\n end_ms: 60570\n- text: It's like wakin' up and seein' the realest when you look in the mirror\n start_ms: 60570\n end_ms: 63870\n- text: This shit mimic gettin' that call from shippers sayin' it's delivered\n start_ms: 63870\n end_ms: 67050\n- text: Or gettin' that call from lil' bro spinnin' say he ain't miss him, that he finished\n start_ms: 67050\n end_ms: 70160\n- text: War ain't civil, better keep your pistol, I'ma make 'em miss you\n start_ms: 70160\n end_ms: 73360\n- text: Light a candle at the spot we hit you, teddy bears and pictures\n start_ms: 73360\n end_ms: 76850\n- text: This the real reason why I think them niggas hatin' on me\n start_ms: 76850\n end_ms: 80160\n- text: I'm the one who make sure that that T-shirt get a face on it\n start_ms: 80160\n end_ms: 83220\n- text: I was servin' quarters, turned to 15, put an eight on it\n start_ms: 83220\n end_ms: 86290\n- text: You know I control my hood from Newburgh Road to Naomi\n start_ms: 86290\n end_ms: 89530\n- text: I'm the one put platinum hits on opps, I put that Drac' on 'em\n start_ms: 89530\n end_ms: 92950\n- text: All them murders in my city, police put my face on 'em\n start_ms: 92950\n end_ms: 96240\n- text: My heart full of slime, so they know I'll snake a fake homie\n start_ms: 96240\n end_ms: 99280\n- text: They post me online just for insurance, they put the jakes on me\n start_ms: 99280\n end_ms: 102230\n- text: You learn a lesson, I can teach you somethin', hope you see it comin'\n start_ms: 102230\n end_ms: 105420\n- text: Don't trust nothin', keep your yeek for comfort, they was screamin', woofin'\n start_ms: 105420\n end_ms: 108540\n- text: '''Til I took a look, it wasn''t nothin'', sticks ain''t shit unless you seize the drummer'\n start_ms: 108540\n end_ms: 112600\n- text: We all move as one to keep our weakness covered\n start_ms: 112600\n end_ms: 114980\n- text: Nigga play, we dump 'em, now I wonder what make niggas flaw?\n start_ms: 114980\n end_ms: 118170\n- text: Why they wish me harm? 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\nNeff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\nWho ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\nChop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\nI just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\nOne through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\nLil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\nGot a couple bricks, started off with four grams\nGray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\nYeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\nAsk a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\nNiggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\nWater dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\nThought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\nEvery load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\nSit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\nYoungin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\nFlunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\nSearch for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\nYoung shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\nFuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\nYou already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n5500, the big general, man\nBMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\nRed zone 'til my head gone\nPussy","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.58] (FOREVERROLLING)\n[00:11.76] Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n[00:13.82] Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous\n[00:16.51] Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n[00:19.35] I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n[00:22.15] You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n[00:24.98] Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking\n[00:27.66] So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n[00:30.60] So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n[00:33.32] My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get\n[00:36.19] Our bond, they couldn't brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises\n[00:38.93] You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n[00:41.88] But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success\n[00:44.56] You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n[00:47.23] Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n[00:50.08] We don't duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click\n[00:52.87] Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n[00:55.56] Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti\n[00:58.46] Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n[01:01.16] Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n[01:04.75] Maybe I ain't grow up, 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n[01:07.16] Yeah, old shit still bother me, my past still hauntin' me\n[01:10.32] Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me\n[01:13.19] Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred\n[01:15.93] Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it\n[01:18.75] Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don't want it\n[01:21.45] 'Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it\n[01:23.99] My niggas move off of numbers like every 20 a hundred\n[01:26.74] I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong\n[01:29.92] Put the gun down for what? 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Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n[01:38.38] Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n[01:41.18] I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n[01:43.93] One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n[01:46.43] Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n[01:49.22] Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n[01:52.01] Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n[01:54.60] Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n[01:57.22] Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n[02:00.33] Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n[02:03.07] Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n[02:05.85] Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n[02:08.63] Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n[02:11.52] Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n[02:14.28] Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n[02:17.20] Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n[02:19.80] Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n[02:22.64] Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n[02:25.76] Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n[02:26.46] You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n[02:28.90] 5500, the big general, man\n[02:30.72] BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n[02:33.09] Red zone 'til my head gone\n[02:35.78] Pussy\n[02:36.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Friends\n artist: EST Gee; Yo Gotti; 42 Dugg\n album: Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)\n duration_ms: 170000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (FOREVERROLLING)\n start_ms: 10580\n end_ms: 11760\n- text: Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n start_ms: 11760\n end_ms: 13820\n- text: Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous\n start_ms: 13820\n end_ms: 16510\n- text: Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n start_ms: 16510\n end_ms: 19350\n- text: I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n start_ms: 19350\n end_ms: 22150\n- text: You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n start_ms: 22150\n end_ms: 24980\n- text: Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking\n start_ms: 24980\n end_ms: 27660\n- text: So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n start_ms: 27660\n end_ms: 30600\n- text: So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n start_ms: 30600\n end_ms: 33320\n- text: My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get\n start_ms: 33320\n end_ms: 36190\n- text: Our bond, they couldn't brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises\n start_ms: 36190\n end_ms: 38930\n- text: You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n start_ms: 38930\n end_ms: 41880\n- text: But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success\n start_ms: 41880\n end_ms: 44560\n- text: You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n start_ms: 44560\n end_ms: 47230\n- text: Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n start_ms: 47230\n end_ms: 50080\n- text: We don't duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click\n start_ms: 50080\n end_ms: 52870\n- text: Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n start_ms: 52870\n end_ms: 55560\n- text: Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti\n start_ms: 55560\n end_ms: 58460\n- text: Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n start_ms: 58460\n end_ms: 61160\n- text: Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n start_ms: 61160\n end_ms: 64750\n- text: Maybe I ain't grow up, 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n start_ms: 64750\n end_ms: 67160\n- text: Yeah, old shit still bother me, my past still hauntin' me\n start_ms: 67160\n end_ms: 70320\n- text: Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me\n start_ms: 70320\n end_ms: 73190\n- text: Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred\n start_ms: 73190\n end_ms: 75930\n- text: Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it\n start_ms: 75930\n end_ms: 78750\n- text: Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don't want it\n start_ms: 78750\n end_ms: 81450\n- text: '''Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it'\n start_ms: 81450\n end_ms: 83990\n- text: My niggas move off of numbers like every 20 a hundred\n start_ms: 83990\n end_ms: 86740\n- text: I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong\n start_ms: 86740\n end_ms: 89920\n- text: Put the gun down for what? 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\n I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\n Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\n Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\n You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n 5500, the big general, man\n BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n Red zone 'til my head gone\n Pussy\n"},{"id":15992249,"name":"11 Est Gee - Jumpout Gang","trackName":"11 Est Gee - Jumpout Gang","artistName":"Dj S.R.","albumName":"No Friends In The Industry 3","duration":132.597551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When you rich like this, it ain't a bitch out here you can't get (It ain't a bitch out here you can't get)\nFree lil' Jumpout Gang and them, hop out the yoly, chase him\n(FOREVEROLLING)\nHow much for his case again? Tell his mama take his ten (Tell his mama take his ten)\nNiggas broke in love, like laid up with a ho can make 'em bands\nBaby mama tellin' hoes I ain't shit as if they give a damn (They don't give a fuck)\nThey know if they suck it good with the hands, they just might get a bag (Mwah)\nSquare business, I'm a business man, focus up and you'll get a chance (You'll get a chance)\nIt's your fault, you a type to crash, I'll pay for shit to get it split in half (I'll pay for shit to get it split in half)\nSpin your block in the same car tomorrow, it just got different tags\nSaid they on my top, I said, \"Back lap, I'm on the phone with Mad\"\nOG say it's love until you jammed, and then got half on half\nWe locked in in blood, so it's loyalty over love (It's loyalty over love)\nThat mean however it come, I'm a pussy if I run (Pussy if I run)\nI'm that nigga 'cause we won, baby, do it 'til I come (Yeah)\n\nYeah, and I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' ass (With my lil' trickin' ass)\nStill the same nigga, cash all over us, it's split in half\nDirty my pop, deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast (I be livin' fast)\nRockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag\nTryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad\n(Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad)\nSomebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash\n(Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash)\n\nYeah, 7.62s hit his whip, we call them engine enders\nIt's me, the road, a 'bow of crystal, ain't no codefendants (It ain't no codefendants)\nKeep actin' like you like that, niggas trippin', they ain't stuffed no rentals\nI'm too official, up my pistol 'fore I ever argue with you\nPercocets, they itchin', sweatin' in these last few missions, I'm tryna get it finished (I'm tryna get it)\nThey don't got no honor, they role model sold truth to your honor\nIn a whip with a stick with my lil' partner, tryna catch a piñata\nCame up short, I cut his cord, he tried, so I really don't mop him\nEveryone in the slums, they show me love 'cause I deliver product\nTurn one into three, then dish it out to a few different buyers\nBringin' food to the table, he the fake one, this Fendi designer\nOne car back behind him on the highway, I'm trailing my driver\n\nYeah, and I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' ass (With my lil' trickin' ass)\nStill the same nigga, cash all over us, it's split in half\nDirty my pop, deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast (I be livin' fast)\nRockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag\nTryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad\n(Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad)\nSomebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash\n(Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.20] When you rich like this, it ain't a bitch out here you can't get (It ain't a bitch out here you can't get)\n[00:07.99] Free lil' Jumpout Gang and them, hop out the yoly, chase him\n[00:11.36] (FOREVEROLLING)\n[00:11.44] How much for his case again? Tell his mama take his ten (Tell his mama take his ten)\n[00:14.69] Niggas broke in love, like laid up with a ho can make 'em bands\n[00:17.59] Baby mama tellin' hoes I ain't shit as if they give a damn (They don't give a fuck)\n[00:20.33] They know if they suck it good with the hands, they just might get a bag (Mwah)\n[00:23.10] Square business, I'm a business man, focus up and you'll get a chance (You'll get a chance)\n[00:24.76] It's your fault, you a type to crash, I'll pay for shit to get it split in half (I'll pay for shit to get it split in half)\n[00:29.09] Spin your block in the same car tomorrow, it just got different tags\n[00:31.97] Said they on my top, I said, \"Back lap, I'm on the phone with Mad\"\n[00:34.99] OG say it's love until you jammed, and then got half on half\n[00:37.84] We locked in in blood, so it's loyalty over love (It's loyalty over love)\n[00:40.50] That mean however it come, I'm a pussy if I run (Pussy if I run)\n[00:43.31] I'm that nigga 'cause we won, baby, do it 'til I come (Yeah)\n[00:46.09] Yeah, and I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' ass (With my lil' trickin' ass)\n[00:48.81] Still the same nigga, cash all over us, it's split in half\n[00:51.72] Dirty my pop, deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast (I be livin' fast)\n[00:54.70] Rockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag\n[00:57.63] Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad\n[01:00.35] (Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad)\n[01:03.30] Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash\n[01:06.02] (Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash)\n[01:09.22] Yeah, 7.62s hit his whip, we call them engine enders\n[01:12.55] It's me, the road, a 'bow of crystal, ain't no codefendants (It ain't no codefendants)\n[01:15.32] Keep actin' like you like that, niggas trippin', they ain't stuffed no rentals\n[01:18.36] I'm too official, up my pistol 'fore I ever argue with you\n[01:20.70] Percocets, they itchin', sweatin' in these last few missions, I'm tryna get it finished (I'm tryna get it)\n[01:25.19] They don't got no honor, they role model sold truth to your honor\n[01:28.05] In a whip with a stick with my lil' partner, tryna catch a piñata\n[01:30.98] Came up short, I cut his cord, he tried, so I really don't mop him\n[01:33.89] Everyone in the slums, they show me love 'cause I deliver product\n[01:36.75] Turn one into three, then dish it out to a few different buyers\n[01:39.64] Bringin' food to the table, he the fake one, this Fendi designer\n[01:42.44] One car back behind him on the highway, I'm trailing my driver\n[01:44.74] Yeah, and I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' ass (With my lil' trickin' ass)\n[01:47.04] Still the same nigga, cash all over us, it's split in half\n[01:49.98] Dirty my pop, deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast (I be livin' fast)\n[01:52.94] Rockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag\n[01:55.71] Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad\n[01:58.47] (Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad)\n[02:01.52] Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash\n[02:04.12] (Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash)\n[02:06.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 11 Est Gee - Jumpout Gang\n artist: Dj S.R.\n album: No Friends In The Industry 3\n duration_ms: 132598\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When you rich like this, it ain't a bitch out here you can't get (It ain't a bitch out here you can't get)\n start_ms: 5200\n end_ms: 7990\n- text: Free lil' Jumpout Gang and them, hop out the yoly, chase him\n start_ms: 7990\n end_ms: 11360\n- text: (FOREVEROLLING)\n start_ms: 11360\n end_ms: 11440\n- text: How much for his case again? 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S.R.","albumName":"No Friends In The Industry 4","duration":141.087347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI done been a foot soldier, general, and a businessman (hey Kith, fuck this niggas up)\nShow you how to make a hundred G's bein' a middle man\nUnicorn, a street nigga who rap 'bout what he really did\nNiggas talk but never slid, can't catch him we get his friend\nNiggas wake up smoke and fuck they bitch and play the internet\n\nTelling y'all a different story\nWe know what it really is\nShame these niggas lame\nLive wit' they bitch and don't take care they kids\nHatin' don't even phase me, I was trappin' getting shipments in (nigga I was trappin')\nI just got the low from yo' lil' ho, I'm finna send 'em in\n\nMy lil' niggas Navy SEALs, I ain't need no label deal\nI ain't make no money off my music, I got paper still\nWhy I can't quit takin' pills?\nEase your mind when makin' kills\nOpp' niggas hear my voice and heard that noise\nI know it gave 'em chills\nJust a coach, you play the field, I motivate the streets for real\n\nDon't throw it up if you don't bang for it\nGang culture started with my bloods\nAnd take the blame for it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nBlood diamonds on me, I paid pain for it (I paid pain for it)\nCold nights, bowls of ice, don't ask me what I'm payin' for it (payin' for it)\nAsk bae, see, if I love you, you can know whatever (know whatever)\nI sold my soul back in September, we gon' ball forever\nI passed that load out to my niggas, we gon' ball forever\nI made a promise not to play if we couldn't ball together\n\nIf I quit rap, I still got a whole house I can serve out\nI'm the team captain, spinnin' for it, however it turn out\nWaterboys hit all y'all whores, sweating this perc' out\nI was really tryna get to know her first, but it ain't work out\nRiding filthy with a clean blower, send you to the Lord\nDevil calling, I don't hit ignore\nI'm like what you doing, tryna score?\nJust 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\n I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\n Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\n Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\n You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n 5500, the big general, man\n BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n Red zone 'til my head gone\n Pussy\n"},{"id":11085651,"name":"No Friends","trackName":"No Friends","artistName":"EST Gee feat. 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\nNeff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\nWho ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\nChop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\nI just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\nOne through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\nLil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\nGot a couple bricks, started off with four grams\nGray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\nYeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\nAsk a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\nNiggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\nWater dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\nThought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\nEvery load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\nSit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\nYoungin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\nFlunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\nSearch for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\nYoung shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\nFuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\nYou already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n5500, the big general, man\nBMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\nRed zone 'til my head gone\nPussy","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.58] (FOREVERROLLING)\n[00:11.76] Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me\n[00:13.82] Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous\n[00:16.51] Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major\n[00:19.35] I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican\n[00:22.15] You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker\n[00:24.98] Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking\n[00:27.66] So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it\n[00:30.60] So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious\n[00:33.32] My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get\n[00:36.19] Our bond, they couldn't brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises\n[00:38.93] You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'\n[00:41.88] But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success\n[00:44.56] You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit\n[00:47.23] Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, \"Dump, spit\"\n[00:50.08] We don't duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click\n[00:52.87] Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went\n[00:55.56] Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti\n[00:58.46] Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fuckin' with no more exotic\n[01:01.16] Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?\n[01:04.75] Maybe I ain't grow up, 'cause my problems, I can't let go\n[01:07.16] Yeah, old shit still bother me, my past still hauntin' me\n[01:10.32] Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me\n[01:13.19] Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred\n[01:15.93] Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it\n[01:18.75] Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don't want it\n[01:21.45] 'Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it\n[01:23.99] My niggas move off of numbers like every 20 a hundred\n[01:26.74] I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong\n[01:29.92] Put the gun down for what? Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n[01:32.75] Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n[01:35.51] Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n[01:38.38] Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n[01:41.18] I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n[01:43.93] One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n[01:46.43] Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n[01:49.22] Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n[01:52.01] Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n[01:54.60] Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n[01:57.22] Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n[02:00.33] Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n[02:03.07] Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n[02:05.85] Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n[02:08.63] Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n[02:11.52] Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n[02:14.28] Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n[02:17.20] Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n[02:19.80] Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n[02:22.64] Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n[02:25.76] Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n[02:26.46] You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n[02:28.90] 5500, the big general, man\n[02:30.72] BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n[02:33.09] Red zone 'til my head gone\n[02:35.78] Pussy\n[02:36.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Friends\n artist: EST Gee feat. 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n Who ain't up? 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don't need nobody\n[00:14.86] No entry from niggas that envy\n[00:16.39] She set a threesome up, I fucked her friend\n[00:18.27] She got jelly, now she on Twitter actin' petty\n[00:20.15] Sent my other bitch a whip and got wetty\n[00:22.08] My diamonds bustin' down the wrist in baguettie\n[00:23.34] I hit his bitch and he couldn't accept it\n[00:25.22] Bitch, I got all type of sticks, I got invested\n[00:26.82] Whole lotta gateway\n[00:27.78] All my niggas in jail, I got you through the JPay\n[00:29.57] Rockefeller guap, Sky-Dweller watch\n[00:31.04] But we all started at the Day-Datе\n[00:33.26] Hit the dealer, comе back with another cop\n[00:34.55] Hit the jeweler, come back with another watch\n[00:36.04] Hit that bi' from the back and I let her watch\n[00:37.61] El Dorado, the cap with the yellow top\n[00:39.47] I done shopped 'til I dropped in Givenchy\n[00:41.21] Been on top since I dropped in the Bentley\n[00:42.67] When that day come around and I buss up the case\n[00:44.83] 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I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n[01:45.86] Tuh, tuh\n[01:47.75] Dead presidential paper on me\n[01:49.19] How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n[01:50.92] I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n[01:52.76] Tuh, tuh\n[01:54.47] Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n[01:56.05] I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n[01:57.26] Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n[01:59.20] Tuh, tuh\n[02:01.37] Dead presidential paper on me\n[02:02.93] How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n[02:04.70] I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n[02:06.47] Tuh, tuh (yeah, tell them niggas)\n[02:07.35] Yeah, I make 'em renew they membership\n[02:08.82] Niggas is new to this spinnin' shit\n[02:09.71] We was up one day, we gambled with it\n[02:11.15] Tripled the gravity, he had to remember it\n[02:12.72] He caught a face shot and lived with it\n[02:14.07] But when he talk, now he spittin' shit\n[02:15.01] Practice and preachin', 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Est Gee & Vv$ Ken - Tuh\n artist: Dj S.R.\n album: No Friends In The Industry 4\n duration_ms: 267128\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Got it on Smash\n start_ms: 7040\n end_ms: 8010\n- text: Fuck all that talkin', I'm back with that 7.62 and it's spittin'\n start_ms: 8010\n end_ms: 10070\n- text: I got a bad lil' bitch fuckin' on anybody in the room, that'll get her Givenchy\n start_ms: 10070\n end_ms: 12880\n- text: Holdin' the vibe at the condo, I don't need nobody\n start_ms: 12880\n end_ms: 14860\n- text: No entry from niggas that envy\n start_ms: 14860\n end_ms: 16390\n- text: She set a threesome up, I fucked her friend\n start_ms: 16390\n end_ms: 18270\n- text: She got jelly, now she on Twitter actin' petty\n start_ms: 18270\n end_ms: 20150\n- text: Sent my other bitch a whip and got wetty\n start_ms: 20150\n end_ms: 22080\n- text: My diamonds bustin' down the wrist in baguettie\n start_ms: 22080\n end_ms: 23340\n- text: I hit his bitch and he couldn't accept it\n start_ms: 23340\n end_ms: 25220\n- text: Bitch, I got all type of sticks, I got invested\n start_ms: 25220\n end_ms: 26820\n- text: Whole lotta gateway\n start_ms: 26820\n end_ms: 27780\n- text: All my niggas in jail, I got you through the JPay\n start_ms: 27780\n end_ms: 29570\n- text: Rockefeller guap, Sky-Dweller watch\n start_ms: 29570\n end_ms: 31040\n- text: But we all started at the Day-Datе\n start_ms: 31040\n end_ms: 33260\n- text: Hit the dealer, comе back with another cop\n start_ms: 33260\n end_ms: 34550\n- text: Hit the jeweler, come back with another watch\n start_ms: 34550\n end_ms: 36040\n- text: Hit that bi' from the back and I let her watch\n start_ms: 36040\n end_ms: 37610\n- text: El Dorado, the cap with the yellow top\n start_ms: 37610\n end_ms: 39470\n- text: I done shopped 'til I dropped in Givenchy\n start_ms: 39470\n end_ms: 41210\n- text: Been on top since I dropped in the Bentley\n start_ms: 41210\n end_ms: 42670\n- text: When that day come around and I buss up the case\n start_ms: 42670\n end_ms: 44830\n- text: Don't you niggas come back actin' friendly\n start_ms: 44830\n end_ms: 46180\n- text: After this, I don't fuck with you rappin' niggas\n start_ms: 46180\n end_ms: 48310\n- text: Bitch, I'm good in the trap with the savages\n start_ms: 48310\n end_ms: 49540\n- text: Plus, I'm good in the board with the business niggas\n start_ms: 49540\n end_ms: 51320\n- text: Get the fuck out my face, mind your business\n start_ms: 51320\n end_ms: 52610\n- text: Different angles, I'ma watch it, colorblind\n start_ms: 52610\n end_ms: 54860\n- text: Bagged your bitch and I fucked her some other time\n start_ms: 54860\n end_ms: 56160\n- text: Make a hit, then I go make another song\n start_ms: 56160\n end_ms: 57750\n- text: I got nothin' to lose on you fuck niggas\n start_ms: 57750\n end_ms: 59710\n- text: I been in this shit here for like ten years\n start_ms: 59710\n end_ms: 61470\n- text: I got nothin' to prove, all you fuck niggas\n start_ms: 61470\n end_ms: 62620\n- text: No award in the world could define me, nigga\n start_ms: 62620\n end_ms: 64590\n- text: I got bad bitches think it's timey, nigga\n start_ms: 64590\n end_ms: 66030\n- text: Cell me, let me know if it's cool to fuck\n start_ms: 66030\n end_ms: 67830\n- text: You could pull up on uninvited, ha\n start_ms: 67830\n end_ms: 69980\n- text: And then I smoke the pussy like a spliff\n start_ms: 69980\n end_ms: 71390\n- text: I light it, I'ma throw a party, every bitch invited\n start_ms: 71390\n end_ms: 73500\n- text: I'ma give money fo' sho', yeah\n start_ms: 73500\n end_ms: 75220\n- text: No, I cannot do no regular\n start_ms: 75220\n end_ms: 76320\n- text: I'm in running for trapper, trapper of the year\n start_ms: 76320\n end_ms: 78030\n- text: I'm juggin' off four different cellulars\n start_ms: 78030\n end_ms: 79900\n- text: Tell my teachers, \"Fuck you, you can't tell me nothin'\"\n start_ms: 79900\n end_ms: 81290\n- text: Shut the fuck up while I pull a Bentley up\n start_ms: 81290\n end_ms: 82860\n- text: I've been shinin' so bright, now they envy us\n start_ms: 82860\n end_ms: 84460\n- text: Wonder how them niggas feel that set me up\n start_ms: 84460\n end_ms: 86240\n- text: I done witnessed my nigga Kellz go to jail and come back and hop in a Urus\n start_ms: 86240\n end_ms: 89610\n- text: Different bitches gettin' bagged like hilarious\n start_ms: 89610\n end_ms: 90970\n- text: Take your bitch right back from you, I'm courteous\n start_ms: 90970\n end_ms: 92910\n- text: If a chick, she on me, she ain't serious\n start_ms: 92910\n end_ms: 94320\n- text: She must not give a fuck 'bout her paper\n start_ms: 94320\n end_ms: 96040\n- text: She must not give a fuck 'bout her majors\n start_ms: 96040\n end_ms: 97440\n- text: Even if her other nigga major, that nigga ain't gettin'\n start_ms: 97440\n end_ms: 99810\n- text: More paper than me\n start_ms: 99810\n end_ms: 101350\n- text: I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n start_ms: 101350\n end_ms: 102680\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n start_ms: 102680\n end_ms: 104530\n- text: Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n start_ms: 104530\n end_ms: 105860\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 105860\n end_ms: 107750\n- text: Dead presidential paper on me\n start_ms: 107750\n end_ms: 109190\n- text: How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n start_ms: 109190\n end_ms: 110920\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n start_ms: 110920\n end_ms: 112760\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 112760\n end_ms: 114470\n- text: Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n start_ms: 114470\n end_ms: 116050\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n start_ms: 116050\n end_ms: 117260\n- text: Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n start_ms: 117260\n end_ms: 119200\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 119200\n end_ms: 121370\n- text: Dead presidential paper on me\n start_ms: 121370\n end_ms: 122930\n- text: How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n start_ms: 122930\n end_ms: 124700\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n start_ms: 124700\n end_ms: 126470\n- text: Tuh, tuh (yeah, tell them niggas)\n start_ms: 126470\n end_ms: 127350\n- text: Yeah, I make 'em renew they membership\n start_ms: 127350\n end_ms: 128820\n- text: Niggas is new to this spinnin' shit\n start_ms: 128820\n end_ms: 129710\n- text: We was up one day, we gambled with it\n start_ms: 129710\n end_ms: 131150\n- text: Tripled the gravity, he had to remember it\n start_ms: 131150\n end_ms: 132720\n- text: He caught a face shot and lived with it\n start_ms: 132720\n end_ms: 134070\n- text: But when he talk, now he spittin' shit\n start_ms: 134070\n end_ms: 135010\n- text: Practice and preachin', no hypocrite, bond was a million\n start_ms: 135010\n end_ms: 136660\n- text: I'm spinnin' and can't let 'em sit, and I'm with 'em, whatever the endin' is\n start_ms: 136660\n end_ms: 139490\n- text: I'm on an island with killers, on Gilligan\n start_ms: 139490\n end_ms: 141290\n- text: I ain't no regular citizen, trippin', I'll fuck around and up the innocent\n start_ms: 141290\n end_ms: 144370\n- text: Talkin' tough, you know he been a bitch, secure the premises\n start_ms: 144370\n end_ms: 146400\n- text: Choppa and swisher when I enter in\n start_ms: 146400\n end_ms: 147630\n- text: I'm tryna finish him, whoever he post a picture with\n start_ms: 147630\n end_ms: 149710\n- text: Niggas be bitches, they sensitive, rappin' but not really livin' it\n start_ms: 149710\n end_ms: 152110\n- text: I'm in a rental, I tint it, it's spinnin'\n start_ms: 152110\n end_ms: 153580\n- text: We miss 'em and spin again, that's how we settle our differences\n start_ms: 153580\n end_ms: 155810\n- text: I still be bendin', I'm really rich\n start_ms: 155810\n end_ms: 157550\n- text: Bitch nigga, you a gentleman, in the streets, I'm goated\n start_ms: 157550\n end_ms: 159660\n- text: Niggas be hoes and I know it\n start_ms: 159660\n end_ms: 160550\n- text: Hittin' his phone, I know niggas ain't focused\n start_ms: 160550\n end_ms: 162350\n- text: All of my bitches love breakin' in local\n start_ms: 162350\n end_ms: 164080\n- text: That's why they hatin' on me\n start_ms: 164080\n end_ms: 165520\n- text: Can't say they gettin' more paper than Gee\n start_ms: 165520\n end_ms: 167020\n- text: Not more paper than me\n start_ms: 167020\n end_ms: 167830\n- text: I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n start_ms: 167830\n end_ms: 169380\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n start_ms: 169380\n end_ms: 171230\n- text: Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n start_ms: 171230\n end_ms: 173100\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 173100\n end_ms: 174320\n- text: Dead presidential paper on me\n start_ms: 174320\n end_ms: 176130\n- text: How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n start_ms: 176130\n end_ms: 177780\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n start_ms: 177780\n end_ms: 179470\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 179470\n end_ms: 180950\n- text: Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n start_ms: 180950\n end_ms: 182890\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n start_ms: 182890\n end_ms: 184330\n- text: Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n start_ms: 184330\n end_ms: 186470\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 186470\n end_ms: 187660\n- text: Dead presidential paper on me\n start_ms: 187660\n end_ms: 189450\n- text: How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n start_ms: 189450\n end_ms: 191130\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n start_ms: 191130\n end_ms: 192850\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 192850\n end_ms: 194240\n- text: I'm on my time and I do what I wanna do\n start_ms: 194240\n end_ms: 196300\n- text: In the hood, sellin' birds with a bird in the air (brrd)\n start_ms: 196300\n end_ms: 198460\n- text: Let me know if you want you a brick or two\n start_ms: 198460\n end_ms: 199970\n- text: Ride around with a stick or two\n start_ms: 199970\n end_ms: 201210\n- text: One of 'em dirty, it really got busy, it killed a few\n start_ms: 201210\n end_ms: 202780\n- text: Take a bullet so big, if I shoot it, I'm movin' 'cause I know it'll really kill a crew\n start_ms: 202780\n end_ms: 205650\n- text: Money set like Gorilla Glue\n start_ms: 205650\n end_ms: 207510\n- text: It came right out of the safe and them ten thousand bands\n start_ms: 207510\n end_ms: 209830\n- text: Swipin' cards and I'm trappin', I just signed a deal, I'ma go out and throw my advance\n start_ms: 209830\n end_ms: 212810\n- text: All it took was a chance and now I got paper on me, and I get it the quickest (frrr, frrr)\n start_ms: 212810\n end_ms: 216570\n- text: Niggas know not to play with me, I'm Magic Johnson, I'm shootin', they know I'm the sickest\n start_ms: 216570\n end_ms: 219290\n- text: Call her bluff like a cricket\n start_ms: 219290\n end_ms: 220790\n- text: She wanna come over, bend while I stick it\n start_ms: 220790\n end_ms: 222390\n- text: I take my time on that cat while I lick it\n start_ms: 222390\n end_ms: 224320\n- text: I take my time on the beat when I pick it\n start_ms: 224320\n end_ms: 225730\n- text: I caught a opp and I shot him like Ricky\n start_ms: 225730\n end_ms: 227380\n- text: I like my filet with lettuce and mayo\n start_ms: 227380\n end_ms: 229050\n- text: I'm breakin' up rap like Saweetie and Quavo\n start_ms: 229050\n end_ms: 230740\n- text: Pull up on oppers like I'm playin' Halo\n start_ms: 230740\n end_ms: 232400\n- text: I nutted in shawty 'cause she looked like JLo\n start_ms: 232400\n end_ms: 234290\n- text: Not more paper than me\n start_ms: 234290\n end_ms: 235120\n- text: I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n start_ms: 235120\n end_ms: 236280\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n start_ms: 236280\n end_ms: 237650\n- text: Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n start_ms: 237650\n end_ms: 239920\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 239920\n end_ms: 241110\n- text: Dead presidential paper on me\n start_ms: 241110\n end_ms: 242720\n- text: How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n start_ms: 242720\n end_ms: 244490\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n start_ms: 244490\n end_ms: 246470\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 246470\n end_ms: 247950\n- text: Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n start_ms: 247950\n end_ms: 249540\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n start_ms: 249540\n end_ms: 251110\n- text: Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n start_ms: 251110\n end_ms: 252650\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 252650\n end_ms: 254500\n- text: Dead presidential paper on me\n start_ms: 254500\n end_ms: 256080\n- text: How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n start_ms: 256080\n end_ms: 257660\n- text: I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n start_ms: 257660\n end_ms: 259480\n- text: Tuh, tuh\n start_ms: 259480\n end_ms: 261940\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 261940\nplain: |-\n Got it on Smash\n\n Fuck all that talkin', I'm back with that 7.62 and it's spittin'\n I got a bad lil' bitch fuckin' on anybody in the room, that'll get her Givenchy\n Holdin' the vibe at the condo, I don't need nobody\n No entry from niggas that envy\n She set a threesome up, I fucked her friend\n She got jelly, now she on Twitter actin' petty\n\n Sent my other bitch a whip and got wetty\n My diamonds bustin' down the wrist in baguettie\n I hit his bitch and he couldn't accept it\n Bitch, I got all type of sticks, I got invested\n Whole lotta gateway\n All my niggas in jail, I got you through the JPay\n Rockefeller guap, Sky-Dweller watch\n But we all started at the Day-Datе\n\n Hit the dealer, comе back with another cop\n Hit the jeweler, come back with another watch\n Hit that bi' from the back and I let her watch\n El Dorado, the cap with the yellow top\n I done shopped 'til I dropped in Givenchy\n Been on top since I dropped in the Bentley\n When that day come around and I buss up the case\n Don't you niggas come back actin' friendly\n\n After this, I don't fuck with you rappin' niggas\n Bitch, I'm good in the trap with the savages\n Plus, I'm good in the board with the business niggas\n Get the fuck out my face, mind your business\n Different angles, I'ma watch it, colorblind\n Bagged your bitch and I fucked her some other time\n Make a hit, then I go make another song\n I got nothin' to lose on you fuck niggas\n\n I been in this shit here for like ten years\n I got nothin' to prove, all you fuck niggas\n No award in the world could define me, nigga\n I got bad bitches think it's timey, nigga\n Cell me, let me know if it's cool to fuck\n You could pull up on uninvited, ha\n And then I smoke the pussy like a spliff\n I light it, I'ma throw a party, every bitch invited\n\n I'ma give money fo' sho', yeah\n No, I cannot do no regular\n I'm in running for trapper, trapper of the year\n I'm juggin' off four different cellulars\n Tell my teachers, \"Fuck you, you can't tell me nothin'\"\n Shut the fuck up while I pull a Bentley up\n I've been shinin' so bright, now they envy us\n Wonder how them niggas feel that set me up\n\n I done witnessed my nigga Kellz go to jail and come back and hop in a Urus\n Different bitches gettin' bagged like hilarious\n Take your bitch right back from you, I'm courteous\n If a chick, she on me, she ain't serious\n She must not give a fuck 'bout her paper\n She must not give a fuck 'bout her majors\n Even if her other nigga major, that nigga ain't gettin'\n\n More paper than me\n I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Dead presidential paper on me\n How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Dead presidential paper on me\n How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n Tuh, tuh (yeah, tell them niggas)\n\n Yeah, I make 'em renew they membership\n Niggas is new to this spinnin' shit\n We was up one day, we gambled with it\n Tripled the gravity, he had to remember it\n He caught a face shot and lived with it\n But when he talk, now he spittin' shit\n Practice and preachin', no hypocrite, bond was a million\n\n I'm spinnin' and can't let 'em sit, and I'm with 'em, whatever the endin' is\n I'm on an island with killers, on Gilligan\n I ain't no regular citizen, trippin', I'll fuck around and up the innocent\n Talkin' tough, you know he been a bitch, secure the premises\n Choppa and swisher when I enter in\n I'm tryna finish him, whoever he post a picture with\n Niggas be bitches, they sensitive, rappin' but not really livin' it\n I'm in a rental, I tint it, it's spinnin'\n\n We miss 'em and spin again, that's how we settle our differences\n I still be bendin', I'm really rich\n Bitch nigga, you a gentleman, in the streets, I'm goated\n Niggas be hoes and I know it\n Hittin' his phone, I know niggas ain't focused\n All of my bitches love breakin' in local\n That's why they hatin' on me\n Can't say they gettin' more paper than Gee\n\n Not more paper than me\n I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Dead presidential paper on me\n How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Dead presidential paper on me\n How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n Tuh, tuh\n\n I'm on my time and I do what I wanna do\n In the hood, sellin' birds with a bird in the air (brrd)\n Let me know if you want you a brick or two\n Ride around with a stick or two\n One of 'em dirty, it really got busy, it killed a few\n Take a bullet so big, if I shoot it, I'm movin' 'cause I know it'll really kill a crew\n\n Money set like Gorilla Glue\n It came right out of the safe and them ten thousand bands\n Swipin' cards and I'm trappin', I just signed a deal, I'ma go out and throw my advance\n All it took was a chance and now I got paper on me, and I get it the quickest (frrr, frrr)\n Niggas know not to play with me, I'm Magic Johnson, I'm shootin', they know I'm the sickest\n Call her bluff like a cricket\n\n She wanna come over, bend while I stick it\n I take my time on that cat while I lick it\n I take my time on the beat when I pick it\n I caught a opp and I shot him like Ricky\n I like my filet with lettuce and mayo\n I'm breakin' up rap like Saweetie and Quavo\n Pull up on oppers like I'm playin' Halo\n I nutted in shawty 'cause she looked like JLo\n\n Not more paper than me\n I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Dead presidential paper on me\n How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me\n I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free\n Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me\n Tuh, tuh\n\n Dead presidential paper on me\n How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?\n I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit\n Tuh, tuh\n"},{"id":16336730,"name":"24 42 Dugg & Est Gee - I Never Judged You","trackName":"24 42 Dugg & Est Gee - I Never Judged You","artistName":"Dj S.R.","albumName":"No 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I boogie\nStill the mix the wood\nNo I ain't f- her\nBut she was lookin'\nOn both my brothers I got truffles\n\nThe real truffles\nThat come in duffles\nI don't smoke\nI sold a couple\nJust off the muscle\nHe ain't hustle\nWell I don't trust him\nB- free my uncle\nIf I don't bust you\nI'll probably punch you\n\nNot for no reason\nCause I want to\nN- what you gon' do\nYou know I'm lit\nYou know I'm piped\nHundred Gs on a bike\nOnly drove it twice\nAnd I got a new Cati\nCome thru off Gotti\nDoggy beat that body\n\nNo I need you\nYou up we even\nN- R.I.P. 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Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n[01:38.38] Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n[01:41.18] I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n[01:43.93] One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n[01:46.43] Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n[01:49.22] Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n[01:52.01] Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n[01:54.60] Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n[01:57.22] Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n[02:00.33] Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n[02:03.07] Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n[02:05.85] Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n[02:08.63] Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n[02:11.52] Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n[02:14.28] Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n[02:17.20] Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n[02:19.80] Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n[02:22.64] Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n[02:25.76] Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n[02:26.46] You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n[02:28.90] 5500, the big general, man\n[02:30.72] BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n[02:33.09] Red zone 'til my head gone\n[02:35.78] Pussy\n[02:36.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Friends (feat. 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Who the fuck gon' slide for us?\n Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more\n Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched\n Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys\n\n I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys\n One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours\n Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man\n Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams\n Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan\n Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010\n Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin\n\n Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged\n Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in\n Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends\n Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread\n Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan\n\n Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan\n Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'\n Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin\n Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends\n Fuck you talkin' 'bout?\n\n You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee\n 5500, the big general, man\n BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life\n Red zone 'til my head gone\n Pussy\n"}]