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Rules\n  duration_ms: 183000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up on\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Now, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n\n  Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n  Push ups in the 'Rari, lights behind the wall\n  Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog\n  Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya\n  They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie\n  I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams\n  I just want the paper, I don't need no friends\n  I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop\n  Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark\n  I be ridin' with Kali, watchin' for the grease\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up on\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the grease\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n\n  Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends\n  Got married to the mob, that's word to my mama\n  Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks\n  She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back\n  I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma\n  Wanna talk man to man, not two or three 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sewer, got the work out in Newark\nI be ridin' with Kali, watchin' for the grease\nPray to the high, for my enemies\n\nDrop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, push up on\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nDrop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nRidin' in a V, watchin' for the grease\nPray to the high, for my enemies\n\nGot it from the thieves, served it to the fiends\nGot married to the mob, that's word to my mama\nShorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks\nShe ran up out the back, she threw me on her back\nI'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma\nWanna talk man to man, not two or three zonin'\nIn Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin' 'round with Gucci\nHad the white 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hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up on\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Now, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n\n  Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n  Push ups in the 'Rari, lights behind the wall\n  Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog\n  Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya\n  They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie\n  I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams\n  I just want the paper, I don't need no friends\n  I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop\n  Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark\n  I be ridin' with Kali, watchin' for the grease\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up on\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the grease\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n\n  Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends\n  Got married to the mob, that's word to my mama\n  Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks\n  She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back\n  I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma\n  Wanna talk man to man, not two or three zonin'\n  In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin' 'round with Gucci\n  Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche\n  Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi\n  They all love me like I'm Boosie, G'd up, fuck this Gucci\n  Gotta leave it at the light, cook it up and dry it\n  Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job\n\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up on\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n\n  Push up, push up on it\n  Time to push up, push up\n  Every time I push up on it\n  Push up on it\n"},{"id":27581956,"name":"Push Up","trackName":"Push Up","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Jungle Rules","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, push up on\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nNow, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n\nRidin' in a V, like to feel the breeze\nPray to the high, for my enemies\nPush ups in the 'Rari, lights behind the wall\nDrink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog\nRide with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya\nThey don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie\nI've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams\nI just want the paper, I don't need no friends\nI was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop\nCame up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark\nI be ridin' with Kali, watchin' for the grease\nPray to the high, for my enemies\n\nDrop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, push up on\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nDrop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nRidin' in a V, watchin' for the grease\nPray to the high, for my enemies\n\nGot it from the thieves, served it to the fiends\nGot married to the mob, that's word to my mama\nShorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks\nShe ran up out the back, she threw me on her back\nI'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma\nWanna talk man to man, not two or three zonin'\nIn Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin' 'round with Gucci\nHad the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche\nGot the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi\nThey all love me like I'm Boosie, G'd up, fuck this Gucci\nGotta leave it at the light, cook it up and dry it\nHit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job\n\nDrop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, push up on\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nPush up, push up, push up, push up\nPush up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\nDrop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\nBitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n\nPush up, push up on it\nTime to push up, push up\nEvery time I push up on it\nPush up on it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Push Up\n  artist: French Montana\n  album: Jungle Rules\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up on\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Now, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n\n  Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n  Push ups in the 'Rari, lights behind the wall\n  Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog\n  Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya\n  They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie\n  I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams\n  I just want the paper, I don't need no friends\n  I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop\n  Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark\n  I be ridin' with Kali, watchin' for the grease\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up on\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Push up, push up, push up, push up\n  Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it\n  Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'?\n  Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the grease\n  Pray to the high, for my enemies\n\n  Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends\n  Got married to the mob, that's word to my mama\n  Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks\n  She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back\n  I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma\n  Wanna talk man to man, not two or three zonin'\n  In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin' 'round with Gucci\n  Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche\n  Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi\n  They all love me like I'm 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whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\nRolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\nTwo bad bitches, might trick on it\nShe gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\nKiss on it, lick on it (lick on it)\nTouch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n\n(Bitch, you don't know about that)\nWord to Trina, I'ma trick on it (woo)\nWe ain't throwin' ones, throwin' bricks on it (yeah, yeah)\nWatchin' all the drip 'til she slip on it\nIf that's your best friend, tell her, \"Lick on it\" (yeah, yeah)\nSuck on it, touch on it\nKiss on it, flip on it, buss on it\n\nBust down, bust down, get your freak on\nCount it up, count it up, that's my theme song\nIs you fuckin' for the love or fuckin' these millions? (Hanh)\nI been tryna be a ho but I got feelings (ayy)\nShe a little freak comin' for my head top\nBust down, gave me head like Jill Scott (hanh)\nShawty kept the hunnid, nevеr hit the switch on it (yeah, yeah)\nRichard Millе on my arm, call me Rich Homie (yeah, yeah, woo)\n\nPush start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\nRolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\nTwo bad bitches, might trick on it\nShe gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\nKiss on it, lick on it (lick on it, bitch)\nTouch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n\nSit on it, bust on it (yeah), do a split, shit\nI'm a fool with this rich dick (no cap)\nWhat that mean? All the cool shit been here (yeah)\nProlly a seven, couple eighths, sippin' ten since (all cold)\nTrendy, keep a red head when it's windy (yeah)\nBeamin', caught him tryna steal, youngin', what's the deal? (Ayy, yo)\nGrip say he got a six, I want all seals (pints)\nTrip lookin' for the fent', ayy, who this? (I dunno)\nWrong number, bitch, I'm legit\n\nCall me for a verse or call me for some ticks\nNiggas trippin', prolly movin' right, put the case behind me (done)\n.40 on the seat, put the Drac' behind me\nYou on live still fuckin' fives (a five)\nI ain't squashin' shit 'til they die (bitch, right)\n\nPush start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\nRolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\nTwo bad bitches, might trick on it\nShe gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\nKiss on it, lick on it (lick on it, bitch)\nTouch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n\nTop ten list with your bitch on it\n'K-47 with the stick on it\nYeah, when you touch this pussy, you gon' spend on it\nYeah, Cali' roamin', we got a dilemma\nYeah, yeah, can I eat on it, lick on it?\nMm, can I sleep on it?\nPress rewind, run it back, then delete on it\nYeah, turn around, touch my feet on it\n\nYeah, real big baller and shot caller\nCame from the opps, then you know I don't want him\nPistol in the drawer, got the money on the dresser\nI know he be mad I be fuckin' on his bestie\nDo it so nasty, know you can't pass me\nEight, nine, ten, he be goin' like a taxi\n\nPush start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\nRolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\nTwo bad bitches, might trick on it\nShe gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\nKiss on it, lick on it (lick on it, bitch)\nTouch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] Ayy, uh (Hitmaka)\n[00:03.37] Ayy\n[00:04.65] Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy\n[00:06.12] Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy\n[00:08.02] Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\n[00:09.98] Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\n[00:12.19] Two bad bitches, might trick on it\n[00:13.90] She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\n[00:16.23] Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it)\n[00:18.46] Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n[00:20.26] (Bitch, you don't know about that)\n[00:21.79] Word to Trina, I'ma trick on it (woo)\n[00:23.12] We ain't throwin' ones, throwin' bricks on it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:25.18] Watchin' all the drip 'til she slip on it\n[00:27.48] If that's your best friend, tell her, \"Lick on it\" (yeah, yeah)\n[00:29.56] Suck on it, touch on it\n[00:31.33] Kiss on it, flip on it, buss on it\n[00:33.24] Bust down, bust down, get your freak on\n[00:34.94] Count it up, count it up, that's my theme song\n[00:37.07] Is you fuckin' for the love or fuckin' these millions? (Hanh)\n[00:39.15] I been tryna be a ho but I got feelings (ayy)\n[00:41.39] She a little freak comin' for my head top\n[00:43.38] Bust down, gave me head like Jill Scott (hanh)\n[00:45.33] Shawty kept the hunnid, nevеr hit the switch on it (yeah, yeah)\n[00:47.56] Richard Millе on my arm, call me Rich Homie (yeah, yeah, woo)\n[00:49.50] Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\n[00:51.57] Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\n[00:53.88] Two bad bitches, might trick on it\n[00:55.61] She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\n[00:57.77] Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it, bitch)\n[00:59.80] Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n[01:01.95] Sit on it, bust on it (yeah), do a split, shit\n[01:03.94] I'm a fool with this rich dick (no cap)\n[01:06.55] What that mean? All the cool shit been here (yeah)\n[01:08.57] Prolly a seven, couple eighths, sippin' ten since (all cold)\n[01:10.47] Trendy, keep a red head when it's windy (yeah)\n[01:12.44] Beamin', caught him tryna steal, youngin', what's the deal? (Ayy, yo)\n[01:14.47] Grip say he got a six, I want all seals (pints)\n[01:16.97] Trip lookin' for the fent', ayy, who this? (I dunno)\n[01:18.58] Wrong number, bitch, I'm legit\n[01:20.63] Call me for a verse or call me for some ticks\n[01:22.63] Niggas trippin', prolly movin' right, put the case behind me (done)\n[01:24.58] .40 on the seat, put the Drac' behind me\n[01:27.06] You on live still fuckin' fives (a five)\n[01:28.82] I ain't squashin' shit 'til they die (bitch, right)\n[01:31.17] Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\n[01:32.82] Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\n[01:35.16] Two bad bitches, might trick on it\n[01:37.00] She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\n[01:39.27] Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it, bitch)\n[01:41.23] Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n[01:43.66] Top ten list with your bitch on it\n[01:45.26] 'K-47 with the stick on it\n[01:47.31] Yeah, when you touch this pussy, you gon' spend on it\n[01:49.39] Yeah, Cali' roamin', we got a dilemma\n[01:51.73] Yeah, yeah, can I eat on it, lick on it?\n[01:53.52] Mm, can I sleep on it?\n[01:56.07] Press rewind, run it back, then delete on it\n[01:58.02] Yeah, turn around, touch my feet on it\n[01:59.93] Yeah, real big baller and shot caller\n[02:02.64] Came from the opps, then you know I don't want him\n[02:04.33] Pistol in the drawer, got the money on the dresser\n[02:06.39] I know he be mad I be fuckin' on his bestie\n[02:08.59] Do it so nasty, know you can't pass me\n[02:10.69] Eight, nine, ten, he be goin' like a taxi\n[02:12.76] Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\n[02:14.26] Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\n[02:15.93] Two bad bitches, might trick on it\n[02:18.15] She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\n[02:20.34] Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it, bitch)\n[02:22.52] Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n[02:26.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: French Montana - Push Start (sped up)\n  artist: rhubarb\n  album: rhubarb\n  duration_ms: 162000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayy, uh (Hitmaka)\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 3370\n- text: Ayy\n  start_ms: 3370\n  end_ms: 4650\n- text: Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy\n  start_ms: 4650\n  end_ms: 6120\n- text: Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy\n  start_ms: 6120\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: Push start whip, no switch on it (no switch on it)\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: Rolex so big, no tick on it (ain't no tick on it, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 12190\n- text: Two bad bitches, might trick on it\n  start_ms: 12190\n  end_ms: 13900\n- text: She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)\n  start_ms: 13900\n  end_ms: 16230\n- text: Kiss on it, lick on it (lick on it)\n  start_ms: 16230\n  end_ms: 18460\n- text: Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (ayy)\n  start_ms: 18460\n  end_ms: 20260\n- text: (Bitch, you don't know about that)\n  start_ms: 20260\n  end_ms: 21790\n- text: Word to Trina, I'ma trick on it (woo)\n  start_ms: 21790\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: We ain't throwin' ones, throwin' bricks on it (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 25180\n- text: Watchin' all the drip 'til she slip on it\n  start_ms: 25180\n  end_ms: 27480\n- text: If that's your best friend, tell her, \"Lick on it\" (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 27480\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Suck on it, touch on it\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 31330\n- text: Kiss on it, flip on it, buss on it\n  start_ms: 31330\n  end_ms: 33240\n- text: Bust down, bust down, get your freak on\n  start_ms: 33240\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: Count it up, count it up, that's my theme song\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 37070\n- text: Is you fuckin' for the love or fuckin' these millions? 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