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Rolling with uck town\nGoin' to uck town, I don't do shows without uck now\nAnd all of my shows gettin' shutdown\nThirty-six O's gettin' bruck down\nYeah, you had some money, you're bruck now\nI spend couple hundred on lunch now\nLeave gyal shy when I come 'round\n\nCheck out my coat, that's a chinchilla\nShe wanna hold on my chinchilla\nTrill nigga, six figures\nWomen with us, they got sick figures\nCheck it, I'm boilin' the rock in\nWatchin' the oils, they're droppin'\nWhip it up, oils are lockin'\nPlus all of my boils are problem\n\nYeah, gunners are with me, you know it\nYeah, I'm runnin' the city, you know it\nYeah, I'm clubbin', it's with me, I got it\nNo, it's nothin' to spend all the profit\nTold myself I ain't shoppin' this week\nNext day, Harvey, top and a jeans\nBoth of them shits gonna cost me a G\n\nSayin', show this to your people innit\nWhen I talk, yute listen","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.66] She's gettin' it ready\n[00:17.56] Wanna send it to Freddy\n[00:18.84] No lie, we don't spend on a jezzy\n[00:20.61] Thirty racks that I spent on the Presi'\n[00:22.77] We be steppin' Fendi, we're spendin' a twenty\n[00:24.71] The woman, she'll never forget me\n[00:26.52] My youngen in black, messy\n[00:28.44] Yeah, I just got the gwap in, heavy\n[00:30.34] Them drops are holdin' horses\n[00:31.91] I-I got this coat imported\n[00:34.05] Nah, it didn't drop in Europe\n[00:35.68] Lots of tourin' out on the street\n[00:37.83] Them shoes that's down by my feet\n[00:39.46] I got them now, but they're out in a week\n[00:41.55] Four foreigns, we're out in a fleet\n[00:43.39] Niggas rollin', I round up the team, listen\n[00:45.62] Yeah, my youngens are juggin'\n[00:46.96] Doing their ting, food in the cling\n[00:48.87] In two days, man's viewin' the crib\n[00:50.55] And two weeks rent costs two and a bit\n[00:52.86] Got a view and it's lit\n[00:54.40] Half a box, man's doin' that quick\n[00:56.57] My cunch ends popped off so much\n[00:58.23] I packed my bags and moved to the strip\n[01:00.00] Niggas be talkin' trappin', they're lyin'\n[01:02.07] Look at my bracelet, actually diamonds\n[01:03.85] 'Bout to whip this pack, I'm fryin'\n[01:05.72] Balmain rips like scratched by lion\n[01:08.00] Niggas don't want me to pop out\n[01:09.85] Cleanin' the strip with the mop out\n[01:11.72] We used to chat, she's blocked now\n[01:13.57] 'Cause she gave me hat, pop down\n[01:15.32] But my wrist is on bust down\n[01:16.56] Who can I trust now? Rolling with uck town\n[01:18.48] Goin' to uck town, I don't do shows without uck now\n[01:21.09] And all of my shows gettin' shutdown\n[01:22.57] Thirty-six O's gettin' bruck down\n[01:24.20] Yeah, you had some money, you're bruck now\n[01:26.13] I spend couple hundred on lunch now\n[01:28.11] Leave gyal shy when I come 'round\n[01:30.11] Check out my coat, that's a chinchilla\n[01:31.98] She wanna hold on my chinchilla\n[01:33.90] Trill nigga, six figures\n[01:35.85] Women with us, they got sick figures\n[01:37.55] Check it, I'm boilin' the rock in\n[01:40.05] Watchin' the oils, they're droppin'\n[01:41.85] Whip it up, oils are lockin'\n[01:43.58] Plus all of my boils are problem\n[01:45.32] Yeah, gunners are with me, you know it\n[01:47.12] Yeah, I'm runnin' the city, you know it\n[01:49.03] Yeah, I'm clubbin', it's with me, I got it\n[01:50.98] No, it's nothin' to spend all the profit\n[01:52.73] Told myself I ain't shoppin' this week\n[01:54.50] Next day, Harvey, top and a jeans\n[01:56.32] Both of them shits gonna cost me a G\n[01:59.27] \n[02:07.03] Sayin', show this to your people innit\n[02:11.49] When I talk, yute listen\n[02:13.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freddy\n  artist: Fredo\n  album: Freddy\n  duration_ms: 137000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: She's gettin' it ready\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 17560\n- text: Wanna send it to Freddy\n  start_ms: 17560\n  end_ms: 18840\n- text: No lie, we don't spend on a jezzy\n  start_ms: 18840\n  end_ms: 20610\n- text: Thirty racks that I spent on the Presi'\n  start_ms: 20610\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: We be steppin' Fendi, we're spendin' a twenty\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 24710\n- text: The woman, she'll never forget me\n  start_ms: 24710\n  end_ms: 26520\n- text: My youngen in black, messy\n  start_ms: 26520\n  end_ms: 28440\n- text: Yeah, I just got the gwap in, heavy\n  start_ms: 28440\n  end_ms: 30340\n- text: Them drops are holdin' horses\n  start_ms: 30340\n  end_ms: 31910\n- text: I-I got this coat imported\n  start_ms: 31910\n  end_ms: 34050\n- text: Nah, it didn't drop in Europe\n  start_ms: 34050\n  end_ms: 35680\n- text: Lots of tourin' out on the street\n  start_ms: 35680\n  end_ms: 37830\n- text: Them shoes that's down by my feet\n  start_ms: 37830\n  end_ms: 39460\n- text: I got them now, but they're out in a week\n  start_ms: 39460\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: Four foreigns, we're out in a fleet\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 43390\n- text: Niggas rollin', I round up the team, listen\n  start_ms: 43390\n  end_ms: 45620\n- text: Yeah, my youngens are juggin'\n  start_ms: 45620\n  end_ms: 46960\n- text: Doing their ting, food in the cling\n  start_ms: 46960\n  end_ms: 48870\n- text: In two days, man's viewin' the crib\n  start_ms: 48870\n  end_ms: 50550\n- text: And two weeks rent costs two and a bit\n  start_ms: 50550\n  end_ms: 52860\n- text: Got a view and it's lit\n  start_ms: 52860\n  end_ms: 54400\n- text: Half a box, man's doin' that quick\n  start_ms: 54400\n  end_ms: 56570\n- text: My cunch ends popped off so much\n  start_ms: 56570\n  end_ms: 58230\n- text: I packed my bags and moved to the strip\n  start_ms: 58230\n  end_ms: 60000\n- text: Niggas be talkin' trappin', they're lyin'\n  start_ms: 60000\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: Look at my bracelet, actually diamonds\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: '''Bout to whip this pack, I''m fryin'''\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: Balmain rips like scratched by lion\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: Niggas don't want me to pop out\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 69850\n- text: Cleanin' the strip with the mop out\n  start_ms: 69850\n  end_ms: 71720\n- text: We used to chat, she's blocked now\n  start_ms: 71720\n  end_ms: 73570\n- text: '''Cause she gave me hat, pop down'\n  start_ms: 73570\n  end_ms: 75320\n- text: But my wrist is on bust down\n  start_ms: 75320\n  end_ms: 76560\n- text: Who can I trust now? 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Migos\n  album: Street Shit\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ice on my neck, scary Freddy Kruger\n  Pull out the Ruger PAW, Freddy Kruger\n  Snatch a nigga in his dreams, Freddy Kruger\n  Black Maybach, call it Freddy Kruger\n  Freddy Kruger, Freddy Kruger\n  Ice on my neck, scary Freddy Kruger\n  Freddy Kruger, Freddy Kruger\n  Black Maybach, call it Freddy Kruger\n\n  Fredo, yeah we get peso, live my life 300\n  Pull up, Freddy Kruger, choppa, GLAW, we hold 100\n  If you walk around with that set my niggas they gonn' want it\n  Young niggas in the hood, they be snatching that pack and runnin'\n  Hit 'em in the stomach, don't say nothing\n  When you in the trap man it's always something\n  Choppa start dumpin', best to start runnin'\n  Ain't none to hit 'em & it ain't none but some money\n  Wanna be a boss, better earn your stripes\n  If you scared go to bed at night\n  My niggas ain't scared to loose wipes\n  I put 'em on your head like lices\n\n  Pop about the cut, it's Fredo \"fucking\" Kruger\n  Pop about the cut with that motherfucking Ruger\n  Bitch I'm a shooter, I don't need no shootie, bang\n  Nigga you's a looser, my wrist and neck is cooler\n  Your bitch she's a chooser, I swear my life a movie\n  4 bitches and a jacuzzi, rolling swishers no doobies\n  Your bitch she's a chooser, I swear my life a movie\n  4 bitches and a jacuzzi, rolling swishers no doobies\n  Let's get it!\n\n  Black Maybach real scary\n  Getting that cheese, black Tom And Jerry\n  Bitch jaw break'em, Ed Edd and Eddy\n  Dream about me, real scary like Freddy\n  In the cap runnin up me and Fredo\n  Pockets on Chee Alfredo\n  Call up Tadoe\n  Put a hundred bands on your potato\n  I get the pack straight from Barbados\n  I got blocks, ain't talking about Legos\n  Leggo my eggo, you ain't got a bankroll\n  If it ain't about pesos then this finito\n  Tryna make it flip, like Findin Nemo\n  At the bando looking through the peep hole\n  Selling that dope call me Rico\n  Then get enough, flip the whole kilo\n"}]