[{"id":27608729,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again . .","albumName":"Fred again . .","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again . .\n album: Fred again . .\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":27863872,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Apple Music Live: Fred again..","duration":113.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: 'Apple Music Live: Fred again..'\n duration_ms: 113000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":28864517,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Victory Lap Five","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Victory Lap Five\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":28793984,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Victory Lap Five","duration":344.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Victory Lap Five\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? 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Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Skepta\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":31322958,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"USB002","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: USB002\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":31696236,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"PlaqueBoyMax","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: PlaqueBoyMax\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":33609871,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Live from Toronto, Canada, Nov 14, 2025","duration":110.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Live from Toronto, Canada, Nov 14, 2025\n duration_ms: 110000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":34221478,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"USB","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: USB\n duration_ms: 329000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":34304325,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Music","duration":344.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Music\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":27438760,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Victory Lap","duration":344.571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Victory Lap\n duration_ms: 344571\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":27461716,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Victory Lap","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Victory Lap\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":27291274,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"USB","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: USB\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":28684999,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"USB","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: USB\n duration_ms: 342000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":38982824,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"USB","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: USB\n duration_ms: 336000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":38997601,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Victory Lap","duration":45.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Victory Lap\n duration_ms: 45000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":38997586,"name":"Victory Lap Five","trackName":"Victory Lap Five","artistName":"Fred again..","albumName":"Victory Lap","duration":13.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\nThat booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\nYou might also like\nVictory Lap\nFred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\nSwamp Bitches\nDoechii & Rico Nasty\nTurn On The Lights again..\nFred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n[Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\nCould've been certi', could've been a G\nShould've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\nNow they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\nLookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\nMe, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\nYou don't really wanna act silly, behave\nWhen I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nGreaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\nThey copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\nImitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\nShouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\nPut them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\nYeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\nLivin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\nI need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\nWhen the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\nP's is needed, gettin' impatient\nBlud, everybody gettin' complacent\nLeg work, step on the pavement\nVictory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\nI'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\nIf you see her with me, she's taken\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n(I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\nMoney in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\nEvery time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\nCirculatin' paper, let it rotate all day\nNeed it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\nMount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\nSo much value when I gotta get it replayed\nGotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\nPost up the argument or you get targeted\nPistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\nNiggas be talking shit off of the populace\nFinna start poppin' in front of your audience\nIf you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\nBitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\nGardens, where all of the hardest reside\nIf big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\nWet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\nShow you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\nBitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\nTurn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\nI need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n[Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\nPaper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\nBlast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\nWith a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\nFee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\nMake the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\nAin't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\nFinna get dropped, them bombs on you\nAnd I don't even smoke like that\nAlready elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI be levitating on the daily, baby\nSteady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nBreathe out, baby don't hold it in\nBreathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\nBullseye, hit a nigga that we know\nWait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\nNot too many who get it like this\nI'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\nI'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\nWe ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\nI'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\nWhen we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\nPushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\nGot them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n(I need that, I need that—)\n\nCheck, check, check\nAnd when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT\nThat Mexican\nOT, blud\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\nI need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\nYou're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\nAndale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\nSpread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\nGangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\nHeavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\nYou catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\nCap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\nPlay with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\nPlay with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\nCut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\nPut 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\nTaught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\nI just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\nI don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\nSo bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\nI need that, I need that, I need that—\nI need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\nI got a bar that will send a man, send a man\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\nSend a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\nCoachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\nSend a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\nAnytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\nWe can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\nWhen I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nFresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nIt's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\nLet me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\nIt's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\nHow is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\nCome against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\nR.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\nPut man to bed, so the man fall, nap\nThen a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n(I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\nLil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\nTwo left feet, them Reeboks\nShawty did freelance, now she a free thot\nShould've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\nNow the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\nTalking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\nAll grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\nI need that, I need that, I need that\nTrust me, it's ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Victory Lap Five\n artist: Fred again..\n album: Victory Lap\n duration_ms: 13000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Yes sir)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yeah)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that— grea—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty ch— (I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Yes sir)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my gosh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n That booty— (Could've been, could've been, could've been)\n You might also like\n Victory Lap\n Fred again.., Skepta & Plaqueboymax\n Swamp Bitches\n Doechii & Rico Nasty\n Turn On The Lights again..\n Fred again.. & Swedish House Mafia\n [Verse 1: Skepta & Hanumankind]\n Could've been certi', could've been a G\n Should've never snitched, why you talkin' to police?\n Now they lookin' at you funny when you walkin' down the street\n Lookin' at you like food, tryna see what they can eat\n Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game\n You don't really wanna act silly, behave\n When I walk on stage, then a milli' gets made (Damn)\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Greaze, I feel sorry for Skepta\n They copied his flow, but they said that it's a new flow\n Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool though\n Shouldn't ever left the guy alone in my studio\n Put them in a coffin, give them man a tombstone\n Yeah, I got a half, for the price of a Q though\n Livin' like a boss man, nothin' like Hugo (Huh?)\n I need that, I need that, I need that good price (Yeah)\n When the plug turn paigon, tweakin', talkin' inflation (Huh?)\n P's is needed, gettin' impatient\n Blud, everybody gettin' complacent\n Leg work, step on the pavement\n Victory Lap, I'm back on the station (Bow, bow, bow)\n I'm really a psycho, Patrick Bateman\n If you see her with me, she's taken\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (Jesus)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena\n (I need that, I need that, I need that, I need that—)\n [Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Doechii]\n Money in my motherfuckin' briefcase, see pay\n Every time I kill the beat, I probate, okay\n Circulatin' paper, let it rotate all day\n Need it in my hands, no Allstate, uh\n Mount Rushmore when I'm lookin' for the big face\n So much value when I gotta get it replayed\n Gotta hustle hard with the flow, so I tell the DJ (Ayyy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yuh)\n Post up the argument or you get targeted\n Pistol unpocketed, very anonymous (Yuh)\n Niggas be talking shit off of the populace\n Finna start poppin' in front of your audience\n If you wanna go, you gotta keep that fye\n Bitch, I'm from the M-I-A-M-I\n Gardens, where all of the hardest reside\n If big Ultra did it, you know it's a vibe\n\n Wet you, wet you like the, like the bitch you, bitch you is you, is you\n Show you, show you what my, what my mission, mission, mission is\n Bitchass, bitchass niggas, niggas, don't ex-, don't exist, I, exist, I (Ayy)\n Turn heads, turn heads, like The, like The Excor-, Excor-, Excorcist (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (We're vibin')\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Jesus)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Yeah)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Exclusive)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena\n I need that, I need that— (Gimme that)\n [Verse 3: Hanumankind, Doechii with Hanumankind, Doechii with That Mexican OT, Doechii with Skepta & (Skepta)]\n Paper in my pocket, I need that fuel inside my rocket (Yeah)\n Blast off, baby you can see me in the cockpit (Woo)\n With a blunt, 3-2-1 takin' off bitch (Damn)\n Fee-fi-fo-fum, walk in\n Make the ground shake, start a motherfuckin' moshpit (Damn)\n Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody got an option (Damn)\n Finna get dropped, them bombs on you\n And I don't even smoke like that\n Already elevated 'cause I roll like that (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I be levitating on the daily, baby\n Steady, meditatin', grab a yoga mat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n Breathe out, baby don't hold it in\n Breathe in, baby your soul need that (Yes sir, yes sir)\n Bullseye, hit a nigga that we know\n Wait 'til I see that a man hold him back (Uh-huh)\n Not too many who get it like this\n I'm walkin' that walk, I'm talking my shit (Woo, woo)\n I'm crashing they planes, I'm sinking they ships\n We ready for war, you better not miss (Yes sir)\n I'm crossing your borders, taking your chips (Yeah)\n When we on tour (Yeah), I'm taking your bitch (Yeah)\n Pushing that pure (Yeah), that hundred percent (Yeah)\n Got them all like, \" I need that , I need that, I need that—\" (Grea—)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (Damn)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Yes sir, yes sir)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selena, 'Lena (I need that)\n (I need that, I need that—)\n\n Check, check, check\n And when I say, \"That Mexican\", you say, \"OT\"\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT\n That Mexican\n OT, blud\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (OT)\n I need that— (Yeah), kitty cat (Yeah)\n You're pretty from the front, but I'ma need the back\n Andale, andale, tryna' eat it up just like a snack\n Spread that— spread that booty shake and then it made it crack (Yes sir)\n Gangsta Mexican, feelin' like I'm a cholo\n Heavy and sexy, just like Moto Moto\n You catch me in DeLand quick, stuck with that polo\n Cap boy on the horse, lookin' like I'm the logo\n Play with my name, fuck around, you can die today (Grea-)\n Play with the gang, fuck around, get put down today\n Cut off your ear, fuck around, take your sound away\n Put 'em up in the air, fuck around, take the ground away (Yes sir)\n Taught a baddie deserve, they won't hate it (Yes sir)\n I just ate me a downer, then Perky (Yes sir)\n I don't know about the old guys, but we're the new boys\n So bitch, you could jerk me (Yeah)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Yeah)\n I need that, I need that, I need that—\n I need that, I need that, I need that— (Greaze)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot\n Two left feet, them Reeboks (You know what?)\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (God damn)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Muad)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (Oh my— ooh)\n\n I got a bar that will send a man, send a man\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Mad)\n Send a man, send a man, give me the mic' and I'll end a man, end a man (Oh my word)\n Coachella, man, tell a man, come against me, you're far from a clever man\n Send a man, send a man, buda-bup-bup, uh, go get a man\n Anytime you're ready, I'm there, I'm better than these man, fair and square\n We can link in the ends, we can link Mayfair (Ooh)\n When I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Fresh and clean when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's alright when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n It's on top when I'm 'ere, when I'm 'ere\n Let me tell you [?] it's a [pair?] (Ooh)\n It's the victory lap, between me and you, blud, there's a history gap (Yeah)\n How is this man gonna come with chat? (How?)\n Come against me, I'm darin' that (I dare)\n R.I.P. on the t-shirt, all of your mandem are wearin' that\n Put man to bed, so the man fall, nap\n Then a man, then a man, then a man get wrapped\n (I need that, I need that, I need that—, ooh)\n\n Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot (It's mree, mree)\n Two left feet, them Reeboks\n Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot\n Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea moss (Alright)\n Now the bitch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks (Trust me)\n Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox (It's ooh, ooh)\n All grown up, bitch lookin' like Selen- (Buda-bup-bup)\n\n I need that, I need that, I need that\n Trust me, it's ooh, ooh\n"}]