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(Boot up)\n[00:22.41] Fuck up some bitches together (woo)\n[00:24.22] Let's count up these riches together (straight up)\n[00:26.00] Let's jump out the 'Rari together\n[00:27.93] Jump out that 'Rari like ha\n[00:31.65] Jump out that 'Rari like ha\n[00:35.20] Jump out that 'Rari like ha (ha)\n[00:36.92] We put all these bitches in rotation\n[00:38.92] Pourin' it up, we in rotation\n[00:40.76] Flooded my wrist with a gold face\n[00:42.62] I told a bitch time for rotation\n[00:44.26] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[00:45.60] Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bitches (all these bitches)\n[00:47.99] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[00:49.25] Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bitches\n[00:51.58] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[00:52.89] Let's smoke some', let's pop some' with all these bitches\n[00:55.15] Let's pour up on all these bitches (hey, hey, Flocka)\n[00:56.54] Let's drank some', let's drank some' with all these bitches\n[01:00.64] Let's turn up on all these bitches (all these bitches)\n[01:04.34] Let's turn up on all these bitches (all these bitches)\n[01:07.54] Let's do it, let's do it with all these bitches\n[01:09.78] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[01:11.14] Let's smoke, let's drank with all these bitches\n[01:13.01] Sittin' in the back of the Phantom, we rollin' the holy dope\n[01:15.87] Mulah, that mulah, like me and young Flocka, we fuckin' it up on a Rollie though (Flocka)\n[01:19.42] Fuckin' it up with my comrades, dirty money for them coppers\n[01:23.02] I'm fuckin' RnB pussy now, it got a young nigga goin' pop (Flocka)\n[01:26.64] I'm straight out the gutter like '88, I know the streets like a navigation (yeah)\n[01:30.36] My trap doing numbers, they fascinated (yeah)\n[01:32.27] Catch me pourin' up my medication\n[01:33.99] I'm trippin' and fallin', the penthouse (waddup?)\n[01:37.18] We lost in the ghetto, tryna find a way out (huh, Freebandz)\n[01:40.92] Lost in the ghetto, tryna find a way out\n[01:42.62] They looking at me for the way out (Flocka)\n[01:44.68] Drum on that bitch with the K out (grrah)\n[01:46.48] Bandanna wrapped 'round my head (you know)\n[01:48.30] Bandanna wrapped 'round her head (you know)\n[01:49.90] Shoot at your head, not your legs (grrah)\n[01:51.86] Future, let's chop up this bread (hey)\n[01:53.63] They fuckin' with you, make they bed (Brick Squad)\n[01:55.36] He scrambling dope like it's eggs\n[01:57.22] I'm runnin' a play (you know)\n[01:59.05] The ball in rotation (let's go)\n[02:00.95] You know that I'm shooting like I'm on location (grrah, baow-baow)\n[02:04.18] I be on that paper like I'm on probation\n[02:05.77] You lovin' these hos, the squad in rotation\n[02:07.76] The squad so amazing, so haters like, fuck 'em\n[02:09.57] You hold 'em, they trust 'em, we fuck 'em like fuck 'em\n[02:11.36] I duck 'em, I duck 'em, 'cause bitches be hunting\n[02:13.12] I'm blunted, I'm stunted\n[02:14.91] 'Cause I came from nothin', I done it, I did it, my shooters is with it (Brick Squad)\n[02:18.66] I handle my business, I get it, I get it\n[02:21.44] I get it, I get it\n[02:23.28] I get it, I get it, I made it, I got it, you know that I get it (Future)\n[02:26.46] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[02:27.79] Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bitches\n[02:30.12] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[02:31.28] Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bitches (hahaha)\n[02:33.73] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[02:34.98] Let's smoke some', let's pop some with all these bitches\n[02:37.25] Let's pour up on all these bitches\n[02:38.64] Let's drank some, let's drank some with all these bitches\n[02:42.77] Let's turn up on all these bitches (all these bitches)\n[02:46.57] Let's turn up on all these bitches (all these bitches)\n[02:49.75] Let's do it, let's do it with all these bitches\n[02:51.96] Let's turn up on all these bitches\n[02:53.26] Let's smoke, let's drank with all these bitches\n[02:55.95] All these bitches, all these bitches\n[02:59.86] All these bitches, all these bitches\n[03:03.42] All these bitches, all these bitches\n[03:07.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rotation (feat. 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