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You only live once\nStack riches, toting big drums\nAnd fuck who tell you different, bitch, we the ones\nYou must be going blind (huh, you know I love it, yeah, uh)\n\nWaterfall on the wall, don't you get amazed\nMax B home, you can hear the waves\nDope boy born for the center stage (huh)\n20 Maybachs on the interstate (woo)\n\nDiamonds on my neck like I'm Mufasa\nOne Tupac, nigga two Hoppas\nBig Mobb, nigga, guess who shot you\nTop down, paka, paka, paka, paka\n\nSpent five million for the wristwear\nMy nigga shit, yeah, and I'm talking this year\nYou got the same watch that my bitch wear\nAnd my Virgil Air 1s on my sixth pair (Maybech Music)\n\nMy niggas in a bar smokin' smoke\nGot my niggas in the car, smokin' smoke\nWe got the bars open\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\nYeah, nigga, my bars are wavy\nNigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)\nWe working hard, baby\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n\nJosé\nDon Velli\nMontana\n\nThey ain't with us on the ride, gotta watch 'em sink\nHit the stu', grab the pen, it's the holy ghost of chinx\nGot a yellow, got a rose, got a white gold\nMy chest like Shaquille from the line, ice cold\n\nAnd you can ask the New York streets, we the culture\nFrom the mud to the platinum albums, I done told you\nFourth-quarter shooter in the three-quarter mink\nBefore my music hit the movies, been the legend with the syncing\n\nRiding 'round with the gang, if they eat, I eat\nI ain't get rich at once, got it piece by piece (Coke Boys)\nMaking hit after hit, we in the trophy room\nCosmos, French Riviera, coming soon\n\nMy niggas in a bar smokin' smoke\nGot my niggas in the car smokin' smoke\nWe got the bars open\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\nYeah, nigga, my bars are wavy\nNigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)\nWe working hard, baby\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n\nRosé, what's good? Montana, let's go\nYo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\nGot a license to kill, I got a license to drive\nPoint five, my drive won't find my strive\nIt's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n\nSport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\nAnd I always give 'em ways every time I try\nAye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\nAnd I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n\nI, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\nTake a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\nThe hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\nYou rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n\nYou must be going blind (can't see me)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.36] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\n[00:10.34] Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\n[00:12.96] Who am I to tell you different? 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Montana, let's go\n[02:30.67] Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\n[02:33.59] Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive\n[02:35.94] Point five, my drive won't find my strive\n[02:38.30] It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n[02:40.91] Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\n[02:43.39] And I always give 'em ways every time I try\n[02:45.91] Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\n[02:48.32] And I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n[02:51.00] I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\n[02:53.73] Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\n[02:56.15] The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\n[02:58.50] You rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n[03:03.52] You must be going blind (can't see me)\n[03:08.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Smoking pt. 2\n artist: French Montana, Max B, Rick Ross\n album: Smoking pt. 2\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\n start_ms: 7360\n end_ms: 10340\n- text: Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\n start_ms: 10340\n end_ms: 12960\n- text: Who am I to tell you different? 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Montana, let's go\n Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\n Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive\n Point five, my drive won't find my strive\n It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n\n Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\n And I always give 'em ways every time I try\n Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\n And I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n\n I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\n Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\n The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\n You rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n\n You must be going blind (can't see me)\n"},{"id":33715222,"name":"Smoking pt. 2","trackName":"Smoking pt. 2","artistName":"French Montana, Max B & Rick Ross","albumName":"Smoking pt. 2 - Single","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\nFuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\nWho am I to tell you different? You only live once\nStack riches, toting big drums\nAnd fuck who tell you different, bitch, we the ones\nYou must be going blind (huh, you know I love it, yeah, uh)\n\nWaterfall on the wall, don't you get amazed\nMax B home, you can hear the waves\nDope boy born for the center stage (huh)\n20 Maybachs on the interstate (woo)\n\nDiamonds on my neck like I'm Mufasa\nOne Tupac, nigga two Hoppas\nBig Mobb, nigga, guess who shot you\nTop down, paka, paka, paka, paka\n\nSpent five million for the wristwear\nMy nigga shit, yeah, and I'm talking this year\nYou got the same watch that my bitch wear\nAnd my Virgil Air 1s on my sixth pair (Maybech Music)\n\nMy niggas in a bar smokin' smoke\nGot my niggas in the car, smokin' smoke\nWe got the bars open\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\nYeah, nigga, my bars are wavy\nNigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)\nWe working hard, baby\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n\nJosé\nDon Velli\nMontana\n\nThey ain't with us on the ride, gotta watch 'em sink\nHit the stu', grab the pen, it's the holy ghost of chinx\nGot a yellow, got a rose, got a white gold\nMy chest like Shaquille from the line, ice cold\n\nAnd you can ask the New York streets, we the culture\nFrom the mud to the platinum albums, I done told you\nFourth-quarter shooter in the three-quarter mink\nBefore my music hit the movies, been the legend with the syncing\n\nRiding 'round with the gang, if they eat, I eat\nI ain't get rich at once, got it piece by piece (Coke Boys)\nMaking hit after hit, we in the trophy room\nCosmos, French Riviera, coming soon\n\nMy niggas in a bar smokin' smoke\nGot my niggas in the car smokin' smoke\nWe got the bars open\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\nYeah, nigga, my bars are wavy\nNigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)\nWe working hard, baby\nWaiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n\nRosé, what's good? Montana, let's go\nYo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\nGot a license to kill, I got a license to drive\nPoint five, my drive won't find my strive\nIt's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n\nSport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\nAnd I always give 'em ways every time I try\nAye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\nAnd I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n\nI, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\nTake a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\nThe hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\nYou rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n\nYou must be going blind (can't see me)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.36] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\n[00:10.34] Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\n[00:12.96] Who am I to tell you different? 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Montana, let's go\n[02:30.67] Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\n[02:33.59] Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive\n[02:35.94] Point five, my drive won't find my strive\n[02:38.30] It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n[02:40.91] Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\n[02:43.39] And I always give 'em ways every time I try\n[02:45.91] Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\n[02:48.32] And I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n[02:51.00] I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\n[02:53.73] Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\n[02:56.15] The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\n[02:58.50] You rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n[03:03.52] You must be going blind (can't see me)\n[03:08.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Smoking pt. 2\n artist: French Montana, Max B & Rick Ross\n album: Smoking pt. 2 - Single\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\n start_ms: 7360\n end_ms: 10340\n- text: Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\n start_ms: 10340\n end_ms: 12960\n- text: Who am I to tell you different? 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Montana, let's go\nYo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\nGot a license to kill, I got a license to drive\nPoint five, my drive won't find my strive\nIt's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n\nSport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\nAnd I always give 'em ways every time I try\nAye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\nAnd I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n\nI, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\nTake a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\nThe hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\nYou rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n\nYou must be going blind (can't see me)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.36] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\n[00:10.34] Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\n[00:12.96] Who am I to tell you different? 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Montana, let's go\n[02:30.67] Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\n[02:33.59] Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive\n[02:35.94] Point five, my drive won't find my strive\n[02:38.30] It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n[02:40.91] Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\n[02:43.39] And I always give 'em ways every time I try\n[02:45.91] Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\n[02:48.32] And I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n[02:51.00] I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\n[02:53.73] Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\n[02:56.15] The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\n[02:58.50] You rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n[03:03.52] You must be going blind (can't see me)\n[03:08.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Smoking pt. 2\n artist: French Montana, Max B, Rick Ross\n album: 'Wave Gods 2: Cosmos Brothers'\n duration_ms: 201000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\n start_ms: 7360\n end_ms: 10340\n- text: Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\n start_ms: 10340\n end_ms: 12960\n- text: Who am I to tell you different? 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Montana, let's go\nYo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\nGot a license to kill, I got a license to drive\nPoint five, my drive won't find my strive\nIt's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n\nSport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\nAnd I always give 'em ways every time I try\nAye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\nAnd I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n\nI, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\nTake a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\nThe hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\nYou rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n\nYou must be going blind (can't see me)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.36] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys)\n[00:10.34] Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts\n[00:12.96] Who am I to tell you different? 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You only live once\n Stack riches, toting big drums\n And fuck who tell you different, bitch, we the ones\n You must be going blind (huh, you know I love it, yeah, uh)\n\n Waterfall on the wall, don't you get amazed\n Max B home, you can hear the waves\n Dope boy born for the center stage (huh)\n 20 Maybachs on the interstate (woo)\n\n Diamonds on my neck like I'm Mufasa\n One Tupac, nigga two Hoppas\n Big Mobb, nigga, guess who shot you\n Top down, paka, paka, paka, paka\n\n Spent five million for the wristwear\n My nigga shit, yeah, and I'm talking this year\n You got the same watch that my bitch wear\n And my Virgil Air 1s on my sixth pair (Maybech Music)\n\n My niggas in a bar smokin' smoke\n Got my niggas in the car, smokin' smoke\n We got the bars open\n Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy\n Nigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)\n We working hard, baby\n Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n\n José\n Don Velli\n Montana\n\n They ain't with us on the ride, gotta watch 'em sink\n Hit the stu', grab the pen, it's the holy ghost of chinx\n Got a yellow, got a rose, got a white gold\n My chest like Shaquille from the line, ice cold\n\n And you can ask the New York streets, we the culture\n From the mud to the platinum albums, I done told you\n Fourth-quarter shooter in the three-quarter mink\n Before my music hit the movies, been the legend with the syncing\n\n Riding 'round with the gang, if they eat, I eat\n I ain't get rich at once, got it piece by piece (Coke Boys)\n Making hit after hit, we in the trophy room\n Cosmos, French Riviera, coming soon\n\n My niggas in a bar smokin' smoke\n Got my niggas in the car smokin' smoke\n We got the bars open\n Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy\n Nigga, even those stars pays me (pays me, yeah)\n We working hard, baby\n Waiting on niggas to come (waiting on niggas to come)\n\n Rosé, what's good? Montana, let's go\n Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai\n Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive\n Point five, my drive won't find my strive\n It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots\n\n Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes\n And I always give 'em ways every time I try\n Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry\n And I wear a seat belt every time I ride\n\n I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route\n Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out\n The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts\n You rap nigga's ass with no clout, can't see me\n\n You must be going blind (can't see me)\n"}]