[{"id":38723377,"name":"RealSisters","trackName":"RealSisters","artistName":"Reptilian Club Boyz;Hi-C; DOMD","albumName":"#RockOutGang","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say that he rock out, nigga, I beg to differ\nYour lil' bitch, she topped the whole gang and you kissed her\nHi-C rocking out, fuck your ho and your sister\nFuck that ho one time, then she cropped out the picture\n\nYeah (Yeah)\nYeah (Yeah)\nYeah (Yeah)\nYeah (More, need more souls)\nYeah (Yeah)\nYeah (Heaven or Hell, yeah)\nYeah (Let's rock, yeah)\n\nI don't give a fuck if they real sisters\nTongue in her mouth, off the drugs, watch 'em scissor\nAll these evil thoughts when I'm gone on this sizzurp\nPill in Hi-Tech, that's a Hi-C elixir\nI don't got no heart, bitch, I'm cold like a blizzard\nPlay with the gang, he get put in a blender\nWatch me spin the block, SRT, like a twister\nRed diamonds wrapped 'round my wrist like some Twizzlers\n\nSay that he rock out, nigga, I beg to differ\nYour lil' bitch, she topped the whole gang and you kissed her\nHi-C rocking out, fuck your ho and your sister\nFuck that ho one time, then she cropped out the picture\n\nKsubis on my ass, I don't rock them Balmains\nPouring up a four, I been leaning all day\nYour bitch wanna fuck, I'm not saying no names (No names)\nNiggas act like hoes, yeah, they got bitch ways\nPanarema Porsche, watch a nigga switch lanes\nI could give a fuck 'less it's 'bout a big face\nLike the way I dress, say I got good taste (Taste)\nOkay, baby girl, tell me how my dick taste (How my dick taste, おかえり)\nPistol on my waist, lil' nigga, don't play (Nigga, don't play)\nWe pop out at night, lil' nigga, be safe (Nigga, be safe)\nSay you wanna fuck, baby girl, okay (Okay)\nLate out on the block trapping in some dirty BAPEs (おかえり)\n(In some dirty BAPEs)\nNigga went out sad tryna go against the grain (Go against the grain)\nGo against the gang, nigga, you sealed your fate\nLeaning on a four, bitch, I can't feel my face\nShe a model bitch, fuck her on the runway\nSay she got a man but that nigga is a lame\nDon't be mad at me, that's just what your ho say\nPouring up Hi-Tech, but we call it blood rain\nPretty demon swag, fucking bitches in LA\n\n(There's no turning back)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: RealSisters\n  artist: Reptilian Club Boyz;Hi-C; DOMD\n  album: '#RockOutGang'\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Say that he rock out, nigga, I beg to differ\n  Your lil' bitch, she topped the whole gang and you kissed her\n  Hi-C rocking out, fuck your ho and your sister\n  Fuck that ho one time, then she cropped out the picture\n\n  Yeah (Yeah)\n  Yeah (Yeah)\n  Yeah (Yeah)\n  Yeah (More, need more souls)\n  Yeah (Yeah)\n  Yeah (Heaven or Hell, yeah)\n  Yeah (Let's rock, yeah)\n\n  I don't give a fuck if they real sisters\n  Tongue in her mouth, off the drugs, watch 'em scissor\n  All these evil thoughts when I'm gone on this sizzurp\n  Pill in Hi-Tech, that's a Hi-C elixir\n  I don't got no heart, bitch, I'm cold like a blizzard\n  Play with the gang, he get put in a blender\n  Watch me spin the block, SRT, like a twister\n  Red diamonds wrapped 'round my wrist like some Twizzlers\n\n  Say that he rock out, nigga, I beg to differ\n  Your lil' bitch, she topped the whole gang and you kissed her\n  Hi-C rocking out, fuck your ho and your sister\n  Fuck that ho one time, then she cropped out the picture\n\n  Ksubis on my ass, I don't rock them Balmains\n  Pouring up a four, I been leaning all day\n  Your bitch wanna fuck, I'm not saying no names (No names)\n  Niggas act like hoes, yeah, they got bitch ways\n  Panarema Porsche, watch a nigga switch lanes\n  I could give a fuck 'less it's 'bout a big face\n  Like the way I dress, say I got good taste (Taste)\n  Okay, baby girl, tell me how my dick taste (How my dick taste, おかえり)\n  Pistol on my waist, lil' nigga, don't play (Nigga, don't play)\n  We pop out at night, lil' nigga, be safe (Nigga, be safe)\n  Say you wanna fuck, baby girl, okay (Okay)\n  Late out on the block trapping in some dirty BAPEs (おかえり)\n  (In some dirty BAPEs)\n  Nigga went out sad tryna go against the grain (Go against the grain)\n  Go against the gang, nigga, you sealed your fate\n  Leaning on a four, bitch, I can't feel my face\n  She a model bitch, fuck her on the runway\n  Say she got a man but that nigga is a lame\n  Don't be mad at me, that's just what your ho say\n  Pouring up Hi-Tech, but we call it blood rain\n  Pretty demon swag, fucking bitches in LA\n\n  (There's no turning back)\n"}]