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(Huh?)\nAdmit it, lil' bitch, you highkey obsessed with me\nRich bitch status, you know my swag is\nIced out diamonds, Balmain jackets\nI'm the biggest, should put me in Guinness\nI broke the record for shittin' on bitches, yeah\n\nCallin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)\nShe tryna fuck or somethin' all on my trap phone\nSlide if you want to, way that you talk\nYou finna leave with your backbone\n\nCallin' my shit, I'm like, \"Hold on\" (Hold on)\nI ain't in the States, I'm in Paris gettin' swipe down\nGettin' fucked on\nMakin' your nigga wine and dine me 'til them racks gone\nA bad ass bitch with a strobe light wrist\nSince I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch\nShe say she hotter, she don't exist\nDamn, bitch, standin' next to this, uh\nI'm hotter than lava (Yeah)\nLet's keep it real, bitch, I been a problem\nShe doin' the dash, she back in the bag\nAnd all that she after is commas (Commas)\nShe don't do the drama (Nah)\nStay in your lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona\nI don't do the rappin', gon' need you a donor\nThis bitch in a coma\nSmell her aroma (Yeah)\nCan't breathe, bitch, 'cause I'm fuckin' pneumonia\nThen the pneumonia\nBringin' the body back, throw a sheet on her\nThen do a quickie\nCall up her nigga and slip him a micky\nGive him a hicky while he up in me\nAnd all of that money, I'm takin' it with me (Hahaha)\n\nYeah, he callin' my shit, like\nIt ain't no love in this bitch\nYeah, yeah, callin' my shit, like\nIt ain't no love in this bitch\nI done went ghost, now he all alone\nBet he tryna see what that be like\nTell a nigga he can dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: No Love Shemix\n artist: Flo Milli\n album: No Love Shemix\n duration_ms: 197000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Brrah, da-da\n Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)\n She tryna fuck or somethin' all on my trap phone\n Slide if you want to, way that you talk\n You finna leave with your backbone (FamBili)\n\n Yeah, he callin' my shit, like (Huh?)\n Let me pick it up, let me get right (Hello?)\n I done went ghost, now he all alone (What?)\n Bet he tryna see what that be like\n I told that nigga, \"Speed through them green lights\" (Go)\n I can't stop until I hear a moan (Moan)\n When we get together, don't answer the phone (Ooh)\n They be trippin' like, \"Baby, we grown, baby, we grown\" (Ooh)\n They sayin', \"Your bitch perfect\" (Uh-huh)\n You get to spinnin' the block, they hurtin' (Yeah)\n Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist (Yeah)\n Don't hit from the back, I'm pretty in the face (Yeah)\n Okay, I just been holdin' my weight\n Ain't believe in a bitch tryna eat off my plate (Yeah)\n Okay, tryna cross me, I'ma give you a taste (What?)\n He wanna save a ho, give him a cape (Okay)\n I know these hoes wanna be me (Oh)\n Blue face bands to the bank, I'm a Kiki (Money)\n Shittin' on niggas 'cause I can and it please me (Uh-huh)\n Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky (Ooh)\n Ayy, white toes, Malaysian on the bundle (Yeah)\n He whipped it out, I saw an ass (Skrrt)\n I just wake up and think about the hundreds (Yeah)\n I can't go back and forth with a nigga that fumble (Yeah)\n But it ain't no love in this bitch (No love)\n Hop out with JK, my nigga be poppin' and shit (Pop out)\n I always knew I would be rich (Rich)\n I came from the bottom, now I'm at the top of they list (Yeah)\n I tell a ho she can dip (Dip, yeah)\n Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip (Uh-huh)\n He wanna go on a trip (Okay)\n When I hop on it, I hope he can handle his grip (Oh)\n\n Yeah, he callin' my shit, like\n Let me pick it up, let me get right (Get right)\n Yeah, yeah, callin' my shit, like\n Let me pick it up, let me get right (Get right)\n\n I fuck some hoes, no problem (No problem)\n These all black pumps got red at the bottom (Yeah)\n Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn\n But I'm good in all hoods, from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn)\n Ain't no competition\n I'm lookin' up, I mean, you fit the description\n Glitch in my wrist, watch how it glisten\n This Ave Maria looks all on my inches (Bam)\n Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on)\n Seven figure talk just to fuck with the big Don (Yeah)\n I pop shit, do my big ones\n Take a whole salary, ice out my left arm (Ice, ice)\n Tell a ho Google me\n I been that girl, this attention ain't new to me\n Shorty subtweetin' and won't say my name (Bitch)\n Put an @ on it since I don't do ambiguity\n Bitches boring, respectfully\n I say what I want and ain't nobody checkin' me\n Why would you watch me from fake pages? (Huh?)\n Admit it, lil' bitch, you highkey obsessed with me\n Rich bitch status, you know my swag is\n Iced out diamonds, Balmain jackets\n I'm the biggest, should put me in Guinness\n I broke the record for shittin' on bitches, yeah\n\n Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)\n She tryna fuck or somethin' all on my trap phone\n Slide if you want to, way that you talk\n You finna leave with your backbone\n\n Callin' my shit, I'm like, \"Hold on\" (Hold on)\n I ain't in the States, I'm in Paris gettin' swipe down\n Gettin' fucked on\n Makin' your nigga wine and dine me 'til them racks gone\n A bad ass bitch with a strobe light wrist\n Since I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch\n She say she hotter, she don't exist\n Damn, bitch, standin' next to this, uh\n I'm hotter than lava (Yeah)\n Let's keep it real, bitch, I been a problem\n She doin' the dash, she back in the bag\n And all that she after is commas (Commas)\n She don't do the drama (Nah)\n Stay in your lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona\n I don't do the rappin', gon' need you a donor\n This bitch in a coma\n Smell her aroma (Yeah)\n Can't breathe, bitch, 'cause I'm fuckin' pneumonia\n Then the pneumonia\n Bringin' the body back, throw a sheet on her\n Then do a quickie\n Call up her nigga and slip him a micky\n Give him a hicky while he up in me\n And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me (Hahaha)\n\n Yeah, he callin' my shit, like\n It ain't no love in this bitch\n Yeah, yeah, callin' my shit, like\n It ain't no love in this bitch\n I done went ghost, now he all alone\n Bet he tryna see what that be like\n Tell a nigga he can dip\n"},{"id":33241734,"name":"No Love Shemix","trackName":"No Love Shemix","artistName":"Flo Milli, Trina, Maiya The Don, J.K. Mac","albumName":"No Love Shemix","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brr, run it up\n\nCallin' my shit like, hold on (Hold on)\nShe tryna' fuck sumn'\nAll on my trap phone\nSlide if you want to\nWay that you talking, you 'finna leave with yo' back blown (Flo Milli shit)\n\nYeah, he calling my shit, like (Huh?)\nLet me pick it up, let me get right (Hello)\nI done went ghost, now he all alone\nBet he tryna' see what that P like\nI told that nigga, \"Speak to them green lights\"\nI can't stop until I hear a moan\nWe get together don't answer the phone\nThey be trippin' like, baby, we grown (Baby, we grown)\nThey sayin' yo' bitch perfect\nYou get to spinnin' the block, they hurtin'\nBad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist\nDon't hit from the back, I'm pretty in the face\nOkay\nI just been holdin my weight, and believin' a bitch tryna' eat off my plate\nOkay\nTryna' cross me, I'mma give you a taste\nHe wanna' save a hoe, give him a cake\n\nI know these hoes wanna be me\nBlueface, bands to the bank, Im a keykey\nShittin' on hoes 'cause I can and it please me\nShakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky, 'aye\nWhite toes, Malaysian on a bundle\nHe whipped it out, I saw a anaconda\nI just wake up and think about the hundos'\nI can't go back and forth with a nigga that fumble\n\nBut it ain't no love in this bitch\nHop out wit' J.K., my nigga be poppin' this shit\nI always knew I would be rich\nI came from the bottom but, now, I'm at the top of they list\nI tell a hoe she can dip (Yeah)\nFly ass bitch, can't copy this drip\nHe wanna go on a trip\nWanna' hop on it, I hope he can handle this cunt\n\nCallin' my shit, like\nLet me pick it up, let me get right (Yeah, yeah)\nCallin' my shit, like\nLet me pick it up, let me get right\n\nI fucks on ho's, no problem\nThese all black pumps got red at the bottom\nYeah, I'm from Brooklyn, but I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn)\nAin't no competition I'm looking up \"bum\" and you fit the description\nClutch on my wrist\nWatch how it glisten, it's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bow)\nAny bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on)\nSeven figure talk just to talk to fuck with The Big Don\nI pop shit do my big one's, take a ho' salary\n\nIce out my left arm\nTell a ho' \"Google me,\" I been that girl this attention ain't new to me\nShorty sub-tweeting and won't say my name (Pussy)\nPut an @ on it since I don't do ambiguity\nBitches is blowing, respectfully\nI say what I want and ain't nobody checking me\nWhy would you watch me from fake pages?\nAdmit it lil' bitch, you high-key obsessed with me\nRich bitch status, you know my swag is iced out diamonds, low mein jackets\nIm the biggest, should put me in Guinness\nI broke the record for \"Shittin' on bitches\"\n\nCallin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)\nShe tryna' fuck sumn'\nAll on my trap phone\nSlide if you want to\nWay that you talking\nYou finna' leave with yo' back blown\n\nTrina, calling my shit, I'm like \"Hold on\"\nI ain't in the states\nIm in Paris, getting swiped on\nGetting fucked on\nMaking yo' nigga wine and dine me till them racks gone\nA bad ass bitch, with a strobe light wrist\nSince I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch\nShe say she hotter, she don't exist\n\nNan bitch standing next to this\nUh, I'm Hotter than lava (Yeah)\nLet's keep it real bitch, I been a problem\nShe doing a dash, she back in her bag\nAnd all that she after is commas\nShe don't do the drama (Na)\nStay in yo' lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona\nI don't do the rapping, gon' need you a donor, this bitch in a coma\nSmell the aroma\nCan't breathe bitch, cause I'm fuckin' ammonia\nThen the pneumonia\nBring in a body bag, throw a sheet on her\nThen do a quickie\nCall up her nigga and slip him a mickey\nGive him a hickey while he up in me\nAnd all of that money, I'm takin' it with me\n\nYeah, he keep callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch\n(Yeah, yeah) Callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch\nI done went ghost, now he all alone\nBet he tryna see what that P like (That P like, P like, P like)\nTell that nigga he can dip","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.63] Brr, run it up\n[00:07.38] Callin' my shit like, hold on (Hold on)\n[00:09.24] She tryna' fuck sumn'\n[00:09.89] All on my trap phone\n[00:11.72] Slide if you want to\n[00:12.34] Way that you talking, you 'finna leave with yo' back blown (Flo Milli shit)\n[00:14.18] Yeah, he calling my shit, like (Huh?)\n[00:16.25] Let me pick it up, let me get right (Hello)\n[00:17.83] I done went ghost, now he all alone\n[00:19.53] Bet he tryna' see what that P like\n[00:21.18] I told that nigga, \"Speak to them green lights\"\n[00:22.85] I can't stop until I hear a moan\n[00:24.45] We get together don't answer the phone\n[00:26.37] They be trippin' like, baby, we grown (Baby, we grown)\n[00:29.52] They sayin' yo' bitch perfect\n[00:30.71] You get to spinnin' the block, they hurtin'\n[00:32.71] Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist\n[00:34.54] Don't hit from the back, I'm pretty in the face\n[00:36.26] Okay\n[00:36.92] I just been holdin my weight, and believin' a bitch tryna' eat off my plate\n[00:40.12] Okay\n[00:40.73] Tryna' cross me, I'mma give you a taste\n[00:42.21] He wanna' save a hoe, give him a cake\n[00:44.27] I know these hoes wanna be me\n[00:45.42] Blueface, bands to the bank, Im a keykey\n[00:47.93] Shittin' on hoes 'cause I can and it please me\n[00:49.33] Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky, 'aye\n[00:51.48] White toes, Malaysian on a bundle\n[00:53.25] He whipped it out, I saw a anaconda\n[00:55.09] I just wake up and think about the hundos'\n[00:56.84] I can't go back and forth with a nigga that fumble\n[00:58.99] But it ain't no love in this bitch\n[01:00.07] Hop out wit' J.K., my nigga be poppin' this shit\n[01:02.48] I always knew I would be rich\n[01:03.68] I came from the bottom but, now, I'm at the top of they list\n[01:05.90] I tell a hoe she can dip (Yeah)\n[01:08.13] Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip\n[01:09.57] He wanna go on a trip\n[01:11.07] Wanna' hop on it, I hope he can handle this cunt\n[01:12.56] Callin' my shit, like\n[01:14.51] Let me pick it up, let me get right (Yeah, yeah)\n[01:16.84] Callin' my shit, like\n[01:17.73] Let me pick it up, let me get right\n[01:19.87] I fucks on ho's, no problem\n[01:21.91] These all black pumps got red at the bottom\n[01:24.35] Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, but I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn)\n[01:27.48] Ain't no competition I'm looking up \"bum\" and you fit the description\n[01:30.63] Clutch on my wrist\n[01:31.59] Watch how it glisten, it's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bow)\n[01:34.35] Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on)\n[01:36.96] Seven figure talk just to talk to fuck with The Big Don\n[01:38.61] I pop shit do my big one's, take a ho' salary\n[01:41.08] Ice out my left arm\n[01:42.57] Tell a ho' \"Google me,\" I been that girl this attention ain't new to me\n[01:44.99] Shorty sub-tweeting and won't say my name (Pussy)\n[01:47.71] Put an @ on it since I don't do ambiguity\n[01:49.20] Bitches is blowing, respectfully\n[01:50.72] I say what I want and ain't nobody checking me\n[01:52.89] Why would you watch me from fake pages?\n[01:54.56] Admit it lil' bitch, you high-key obsessed with me\n[01:56.92] Rich bitch status, you know my swag is iced out diamonds, low mein jackets\n[02:00.13] Im the biggest, should put me in Guinness\n[02:02.05] I broke the record for \"Shittin' on bitches\"\n[02:03.80] Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)\n[02:05.81] She tryna' fuck sumn'\n[02:06.74] All on my trap phone\n[02:07.90] Slide if you want to\n[02:08.84] Way that you talking\n[02:09.72] You finna' leave with yo' back blown\n[02:10.57] Trina, calling my shit, I'm like \"Hold on\"\n[02:12.81] I ain't in the states\n[02:13.73] Im in Paris, getting swiped on\n[02:15.13] Getting fucked on\n[02:16.33] Making yo' nigga wine and dine me till them racks gone\n[02:18.61] A bad ass bitch, with a strobe light wrist\n[02:20.54] Since I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch\n[02:22.68] She say she hotter, she don't exist\n[02:24.31] Nan bitch standing next to this\n[02:25.18] Uh, I'm Hotter than lava (Yeah)\n[02:26.99] Let's keep it real bitch, I been a problem\n[02:29.75] She doing a dash, she back in her bag\n[02:31.54] And all that she after is commas\n[02:33.29] She don't do the drama (Na)\n[02:34.45] Stay in yo' lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona\n[02:37.01] I don't do the rapping, gon' need you a donor, this bitch in a coma\n[02:40.49] Smell the aroma\n[02:41.66] Can't breathe bitch, cause I'm fuckin' ammonia\n[02:44.42] Then the pneumonia\n[02:45.92] Bring in a body bag, throw a sheet on her\n[02:47.94] Then do a quickie\n[02:49.48] Call up her nigga and slip him a mickey\n[02:51.24] Give him a hickey while he up in me\n[02:52.98] And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me\n[02:54.64] Yeah, he keep 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Mac)\n artist: Flo Milli, Trina, Maiya The Don\n album: No Love Shemix\n duration_ms: 198000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Brr, run it up\n start_ms: 4630\n end_ms: 7380\n- text: Callin' my shit like, hold on (Hold on)\n start_ms: 7380\n end_ms: 9240\n- text: She tryna' fuck sumn'\n start_ms: 9240\n end_ms: 9890\n- text: All on my trap phone\n start_ms: 9890\n end_ms: 11720\n- text: Slide if you want to\n start_ms: 11720\n end_ms: 12340\n- text: Way that you talking, you 'finna leave with yo' back blown (Flo Milli shit)\n start_ms: 12340\n end_ms: 14180\n- text: Yeah, he calling my shit, like (Huh?)\n start_ms: 14180\n end_ms: 16250\n- text: Let me pick it up, let me get right (Hello)\n start_ms: 16250\n end_ms: 17830\n- text: I done went ghost, now he all alone\n start_ms: 17830\n end_ms: 19530\n- text: Bet he tryna' see what that P like\n start_ms: 19530\n end_ms: 21180\n- text: I told that nigga, \"Speak to them green lights\"\n start_ms: 21180\n end_ms: 22850\n- text: I 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start_ms: 44270\n end_ms: 45420\n- text: Blueface, bands to the bank, Im a keykey\n start_ms: 45420\n end_ms: 47930\n- text: Shittin' on hoes 'cause I can and it please me\n start_ms: 47930\n end_ms: 49330\n- text: Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky, 'aye\n start_ms: 49330\n end_ms: 51480\n- text: White toes, Malaysian on a bundle\n start_ms: 51480\n end_ms: 53250\n- text: He whipped it out, I saw a anaconda\n start_ms: 53250\n end_ms: 55090\n- text: I just wake up and think about the hundos'\n start_ms: 55090\n end_ms: 56840\n- text: I can't go back and forth with a nigga that fumble\n start_ms: 56840\n end_ms: 58990\n- text: But it ain't no love in this bitch\n start_ms: 58990\n end_ms: 60070\n- text: Hop out wit' J.K., my nigga be poppin' this shit\n start_ms: 60070\n end_ms: 62480\n- text: I always knew I would be rich\n start_ms: 62480\n end_ms: 63680\n- text: I came from the bottom but, now, I'm at the top of they list\n start_ms: 63680\n end_ms: 65900\n- text: I tell a hoe she can dip (Yeah)\n start_ms: 65900\n end_ms: 68130\n- text: Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip\n start_ms: 68130\n end_ms: 69570\n- text: He wanna go on a trip\n start_ms: 69570\n end_ms: 71070\n- text: Wanna' hop on it, I hope he can handle this cunt\n start_ms: 71070\n end_ms: 72560\n- text: Callin' my shit, like\n start_ms: 72560\n end_ms: 74510\n- text: Let me pick it up, let me get right (Yeah, yeah)\n start_ms: 74510\n end_ms: 76840\n- text: Callin' my shit, like\n start_ms: 76840\n end_ms: 77730\n- text: Let me pick it up, let me get right\n start_ms: 77730\n end_ms: 79870\n- text: I fucks on ho's, no problem\n start_ms: 79870\n end_ms: 81910\n- text: These all black pumps got red at the bottom\n start_ms: 81910\n end_ms: 84350\n- text: Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, but I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn)\n start_ms: 84350\n end_ms: 87480\n- text: Ain't no competition I'm looking up \"bum\" and you fit the description\n start_ms: 87480\n end_ms: 90630\n- text: Clutch on my wrist\n start_ms: 90630\n end_ms: 91590\n- text: Watch how it glisten, it's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bow)\n start_ms: 91590\n end_ms: 94350\n- text: Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on)\n start_ms: 94350\n end_ms: 96960\n- text: Seven figure talk just to talk to fuck with The Big Don\n start_ms: 96960\n end_ms: 98610\n- text: I pop shit do my big one's, take a ho' salary\n start_ms: 98610\n end_ms: 101080\n- text: Ice out my left arm\n start_ms: 101080\n end_ms: 102570\n- text: Tell a ho' \"Google me,\" I been that girl this attention ain't new to me\n start_ms: 102570\n end_ms: 104990\n- text: Shorty sub-tweeting and won't say my name (Pussy)\n start_ms: 104990\n end_ms: 107710\n- text: Put an @ on it since I don't do ambiguity\n start_ms: 107710\n end_ms: 109200\n- text: Bitches is blowing, respectfully\n start_ms: 109200\n end_ms: 110720\n- text: I say what I want and ain't nobody checking me\n start_ms: 110720\n end_ms: 112890\n- text: Why would you watch me from fake pages?\n start_ms: 112890\n end_ms: 114560\n- text: Admit it lil' bitch, you high-key obsessed with me\n start_ms: 114560\n end_ms: 116920\n- text: Rich bitch status, you know my swag is iced out diamonds, low mein jackets\n start_ms: 116920\n end_ms: 120130\n- text: Im the biggest, should put me in Guinness\n start_ms: 120130\n end_ms: 122050\n- text: I broke the record for \"Shittin' on bitches\"\n start_ms: 122050\n end_ms: 123800\n- text: Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)\n start_ms: 123800\n end_ms: 125810\n- text: She tryna' fuck sumn'\n start_ms: 125810\n end_ms: 126740\n- text: All on my trap phone\n start_ms: 126740\n end_ms: 127900\n- text: Slide if you want to\n start_ms: 127900\n end_ms: 128840\n- text: Way that you talking\n start_ms: 128840\n end_ms: 129720\n- text: You finna' leave with yo' back blown\n start_ms: 129720\n end_ms: 130570\n- text: Trina, calling my shit, I'm like \"Hold on\"\n start_ms: 130570\n end_ms: 132810\n- text: I ain't in the states\n start_ms: 132810\n end_ms: 133730\n- text: Im in Paris, getting swiped on\n start_ms: 133730\n end_ms: 135130\n- text: Getting fucked on\n start_ms: 135130\n end_ms: 136330\n- text: Making yo' nigga wine and dine me till them racks gone\n start_ms: 136330\n end_ms: 138610\n- text: A bad ass bitch, with a strobe light wrist\n start_ms: 138610\n end_ms: 140540\n- text: Since I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch\n start_ms: 140540\n end_ms: 142680\n- text: She say she hotter, she don't exist\n start_ms: 142680\n end_ms: 144310\n- text: Nan bitch standing next to this\n start_ms: 144310\n end_ms: 145180\n- text: Uh, I'm Hotter than lava (Yeah)\n start_ms: 145180\n end_ms: 146990\n- text: Let's keep it real bitch, I been a problem\n start_ms: 146990\n end_ms: 149750\n- text: She doing a dash, she back in her bag\n start_ms: 149750\n end_ms: 151540\n- text: And all that she after is commas\n start_ms: 151540\n end_ms: 153290\n- text: She don't do the drama (Na)\n start_ms: 153290\n end_ms: 154450\n- text: Stay in yo' lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona\n start_ms: 154450\n end_ms: 157010\n- text: I don't do the rapping, gon' need you a donor, this bitch in a coma\n start_ms: 157010\n end_ms: 160490\n- text: Smell the aroma\n start_ms: 160490\n end_ms: 161660\n- text: Can't breathe bitch, cause I'm fuckin' ammonia\n start_ms: 161660\n end_ms: 164420\n- text: Then the pneumonia\n start_ms: 164420\n end_ms: 165920\n- text: Bring in a body bag, throw a sheet on her\n start_ms: 165920\n end_ms: 167940\n- text: Then do a quickie\n start_ms: 167940\n end_ms: 169480\n- text: Call up her nigga and slip him a mickey\n start_ms: 169480\n end_ms: 171240\n- text: Give him a hickey while he up in me\n start_ms: 171240\n end_ms: 172980\n- text: And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me\n start_ms: 172980\n end_ms: 174640\n- text: Yeah, he keep callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch\n start_ms: 174640\n end_ms: 178240\n- text: (Yeah, yeah) Callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch\n start_ms: 178240\n end_ms: 181590\n- text: I done went ghost, now he all alone\n start_ms: 181590\n end_ms: 183290\n- text: Bet he tryna see what that P like (That P like, P like, P like)\n start_ms: 183290\n end_ms: 186950\n- text: Tell that nigga he can dip\n start_ms: 186950\n end_ms: 188940\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 188940\nplain: |-\n Brr, run it up\n\n Callin' my shit like, hold on (Hold on)\n She tryna' fuck sumn'\n All on my trap phone\n Slide if you want to\n Way that you talking, you 'finna leave with yo' back blown (Flo Milli shit)\n\n Yeah, he calling my shit, like (Huh?)\n Let me pick it up, let me get right (Hello)\n I done went ghost, now he all alone\n Bet he tryna' see what that P like\n I told that nigga, \"Speak to them green lights\"\n I can't stop until I hear a moan\n We get together don't answer the phone\n They be trippin' like, baby, we grown (Baby, we grown)\n They sayin' yo' bitch perfect\n You get to spinnin' the block, they hurtin'\n Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist\n Don't hit from the back, I'm pretty in the face\n Okay\n I just been holdin my weight, and believin' a bitch tryna' eat off my plate\n Okay\n Tryna' cross me, I'mma give you a taste\n He wanna' save a hoe, give him a cake\n\n I know these hoes wanna be me\n Blueface, bands to the bank, Im a keykey\n Shittin' on hoes 'cause I can and it please me\n Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky, 'aye\n White toes, Malaysian on a bundle\n He whipped it out, I saw a anaconda\n I just wake up and think about the hundos'\n I can't go back and forth with a nigga that fumble\n\n But it ain't no love in this bitch\n Hop out wit' J.K., my nigga be poppin' this shit\n I always knew I would be rich\n I came from the bottom but, now, I'm at the top of they list\n I tell a hoe she can dip (Yeah)\n Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip\n He wanna go on a trip\n Wanna' hop on it, I hope he can handle this cunt\n\n Callin' my shit, like\n Let me pick it up, let me get right (Yeah, yeah)\n Callin' my shit, like\n Let me pick it up, let me get right\n\n I fucks on ho's, no problem\n These all black pumps got red at the bottom\n Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, but I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn)\n Ain't no competition I'm looking up \"bum\" and you fit the description\n Clutch on my wrist\n Watch how it glisten, it's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bow)\n Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on)\n Seven figure talk just to talk to fuck with The Big Don\n I pop shit do my big one's, take a ho' salary\n\n Ice out my left arm\n Tell a ho' \"Google me,\" I been that girl this attention ain't new to me\n Shorty sub-tweeting and won't say my name (Pussy)\n Put an @ on it since I don't do ambiguity\n Bitches is blowing, respectfully\n I say what I want and ain't nobody checking me\n Why would you watch me from fake pages?\n Admit it lil' bitch, you high-key obsessed with me\n Rich bitch status, you know my swag is iced out diamonds, low mein jackets\n Im the biggest, should put me in Guinness\n I broke the record for \"Shittin' on bitches\"\n\n Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)\n She tryna' fuck sumn'\n All on my trap phone\n Slide if you want to\n Way that you talking\n You finna' leave with yo' back blown\n\n Trina, calling my shit, I'm like \"Hold on\"\n I ain't in the states\n Im in Paris, getting swiped on\n Getting fucked on\n Making yo' nigga wine and dine me till them racks gone\n A bad ass bitch, with a strobe light wrist\n Since I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch\n She say she hotter, she don't exist\n\n Nan bitch standing next to this\n Uh, I'm Hotter than lava (Yeah)\n Let's keep it real bitch, I been a problem\n She doing a dash, she back in her bag\n And all that she after is commas\n She don't do the drama (Na)\n Stay in yo' lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona\n I don't do the rapping, gon' need you a donor, this bitch in a coma\n Smell the aroma\n Can't breathe bitch, cause I'm fuckin' ammonia\n Then the pneumonia\n Bring in a body bag, throw a sheet on her\n Then do a quickie\n Call up her nigga and slip him a mickey\n Give him a hickey while he up in me\n And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me\n\n Yeah, he keep callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch\n (Yeah, yeah) Callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch\n I done went ghost, now he all alone\n Bet he tryna see what that P like (That P like, P like, P like)\n Tell that nigga he can dip\n"}]