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You was runnin' and duckin'\nThis G23 get to markin' like Cousins (grrah)\nAnd I'm in the locker wit buzzin' (like, damn)\nBut these bitches be keyin' my vibe (like, huh?)\nShe wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high\nLike with the dotty, my vision is fly (dotty)\n\nFake love, I don't know who to trust, what?\nThese niggas fake, get away from me\nHow you here for me? You wasn't there for me (you wasn't there)\nTold my mama, \"I need you to pray for me\"\nTell my brother that music my therapy (like, what?)\nI'ma be top-one charted\nI'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness\nFuck everybody, this life made me heartless (grrah)\n\nShe a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\nShe a thot, I can't kiss her\nMy bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\nLike she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (glah, glah, glah)\nWait, put the dick in that liver\nNew opp, shit kick like a punt (grrah)\nOD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (like, damn)\nMan down, put that boy in a trunk (grrah, grrah, grrah)\nIf I spot him, I turn him to runtz\nOh my God, what happened to-\n\nBig gun, I'm a ooter like Melo\nLike she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O)\nHe in drid with us, he cannot sit with us\nOpp pack got me feelin' ridiculous (wocky)\nPour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, \"Fill it up\" (like, damn)\nFuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\nLike, what? Like, damn, bitch\nLike, huh?\nKR","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.90] Grrah, grrah\n[00:14.29] She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n[00:16.45] She a thot, I can't kiss her\n[00:17.68] My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n[00:19.40] Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor, wait\n[00:21.65] Put the dick in that liver (like, what?)\n[00:23.14] New opp, shit kick like a punt (like, huh)\n[00:24.44] OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt\n[00:26.34] Man down, put that boy in a trunk\n[00:28.14] If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n[00:29.78] Oh my God, what happened to-\n[00:31.44] Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo (like, what?)\n[00:33.01] Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[00:35.08] He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us (like, what?)\n[00:37.13] Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous\n[00:38.22] Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her \"Fill it up\" (on bro)\n[00:40.14] Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[00:41.86] Fishbowl put a hole in the V\n[00:43.37] Please do not lack because shit can get serious (grrah-grrah, boom)\n[00:45.09] He a runner, too fast like furious (grrah)\n[00:46.78] Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep, damn (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[00:48.72] On-on court like a Piston\n[00:50.32] Quickdraw, I got PTSD (baow)\n[00:51.88] She let me hit it in different positions\n[00:53.48] Like, feel like 30, I oot' it from deep\n[00:55.20] Pop a 30, I can't go to sleep\n[00:57.00] Bitch, I'm bussin', might take off his muffin\n[00:58.86] How is you tough? You was runnin' and duckin'\n[01:00.44] This G23 get to markin' like Cousins (grrah)\n[01:02.46] And I'm in the locker wit buzzin' (like, damn)\n[01:04.23] But these bitches be keyin' my vibe (like, huh?)\n[01:05.75] She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high\n[01:07.45] Like with the dotty, my vision is fly (dotty)\n[01:09.18] Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what?\n[01:11.27] These niggas fake, get away from me\n[01:12.76] How you here for me? You wasn't there for me (you wasn't there)\n[01:14.57] Told my mama, \"I need you to pray for me\"\n[01:16.06] Tell my brother that music my therapy (like, what?)\n[01:18.02] I'ma be top-one charted\n[01:19.31] I'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness\n[01:21.15] Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless (grrah)\n[01:22.74] She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n[01:25.08] She a thot, I can't kiss her\n[01:26.35] My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n[01:28.09] Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (glah, glah, glah)\n[01:29.82] Wait, put the dick in that liver\n[01:31.48] New opp, shit kick like a punt (grrah)\n[01:33.03] OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (like, damn)\n[01:34.78] Man down, put that boy in a trunk (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[01:36.55] If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n[01:38.13] Oh my God, what happened to-\n[01:39.67] Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo\n[01:41.77] Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O)\n[01:43.25] He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us\n[01:45.06] Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous (wocky)\n[01:46.96] Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, \"Fill it up\" (like, damn)\n[01:48.75] Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[01:50.76] Like, what? Like, damn, bitch\n[01:52.82] Like, huh?\n[01:54.49] KR\n[01:57.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Liquor\n artist: Kyle Richh\n album: Liquor\n duration_ms: 166000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrah, grrah\n start_ms: 11900\n end_ms: 14290\n- text: She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n start_ms: 14290\n end_ms: 16450\n- text: She a thot, I can't kiss her\n start_ms: 16450\n end_ms: 17680\n- text: My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n start_ms: 17680\n end_ms: 19400\n- text: Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor, wait\n start_ms: 19400\n end_ms: 21650\n- text: Put the dick in that liver (like, what?)\n start_ms: 21650\n end_ms: 23140\n- text: New opp, shit kick like a punt (like, huh)\n start_ms: 23140\n end_ms: 24440\n- text: OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt\n start_ms: 24440\n end_ms: 26340\n- text: Man down, put that boy in a trunk\n start_ms: 26340\n end_ms: 28140\n- text: If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n start_ms: 28140\n end_ms: 29780\n- text: Oh my God, what happened to-\n start_ms: 29780\n end_ms: 31440\n- text: Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo (like, what?)\n start_ms: 31440\n end_ms: 33010\n- text: Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 33010\n end_ms: 35080\n- text: He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us (like, what?)\n start_ms: 35080\n end_ms: 37130\n- text: Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous\n start_ms: 37130\n end_ms: 38220\n- text: Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her \"Fill it up\" (on bro)\n start_ms: 38220\n end_ms: 40140\n- text: Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 40140\n end_ms: 41860\n- text: Fishbowl put a hole in the V\n start_ms: 41860\n end_ms: 43370\n- text: Please do not lack because shit can get serious (grrah-grrah, boom)\n start_ms: 43370\n end_ms: 45090\n- text: He a runner, too fast like furious (grrah)\n start_ms: 45090\n end_ms: 46780\n- text: Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep, damn (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 46780\n end_ms: 48720\n- text: On-on court like a Piston\n start_ms: 48720\n end_ms: 50320\n- text: Quickdraw, I got PTSD (baow)\n start_ms: 50320\n end_ms: 51880\n- text: She let me hit it in different positions\n start_ms: 51880\n end_ms: 53480\n- text: Like, feel like 30, I oot' it from deep\n start_ms: 53480\n end_ms: 55200\n- text: Pop a 30, I can't go to sleep\n start_ms: 55200\n end_ms: 57000\n- text: Bitch, I'm bussin', might take off his muffin\n start_ms: 57000\n end_ms: 58860\n- text: How is you tough? 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You was runnin' and duckin'\nThis G23 get to markin' like Cousins (grrah)\nAnd I'm in the locker wit buzzin' (like, damn)\nBut these bitches be keyin' my vibe (like, huh?)\nShe wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high\nLike with the dotty, my vision is fly (dotty)\n\nFake love, I don't know who to trust, what?\nThese niggas fake, get away from me\nHow you here for me? You wasn't there for me (you wasn't there)\nTold my mama, \"I need you to pray for me\"\nTell my brother that music my therapy (like, what?)\nI'ma be top-one charted\nI'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness\nFuck everybody, this life made me heartless (grrah)\n\nShe a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\nShe a thot, I can't kiss her\nMy bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\nLike she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (glah, glah, glah)\nWait, put the dick in that liver\nNew opp, shit kick like a punt (grrah)\nOD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (like, damn)\nMan down, put that boy in a trunk (grrah, grrah, grrah)\nIf I spot him, I turn him to runtz\nOh my God, what happened to-\n\nBig gun, I'm a ooter like Melo\nLike she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O)\nHe in drid with us, he cannot sit with us\nOpp pack got me feelin' ridiculous (wocky)\nPour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, \"Fill it up\" (like, damn)\nFuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\nLike, what? Like, damn, bitch\nLike, huh?\nKR","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.90] Grrah, grrah\n[00:14.29] She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n[00:16.45] She a thot, I can't kiss her\n[00:17.68] My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n[00:19.40] Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor, wait\n[00:21.65] Put the dick in that liver (like, what?)\n[00:23.14] New opp, shit kick like a punt (like, huh)\n[00:24.44] OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt\n[00:26.34] Man down, put that boy in a trunk\n[00:28.14] If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n[00:29.78] Oh my God, what happened to-\n[00:31.44] Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo (like, what?)\n[00:33.01] Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[00:35.08] He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us (like, what?)\n[00:37.13] Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous\n[00:38.22] Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her \"Fill it up\" (on bro)\n[00:40.14] Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[00:41.86] Fishbowl put a hole in the V\n[00:43.37] Please do not lack because shit can get serious (grrah-grrah, boom)\n[00:45.09] He a runner, too fast like furious (grrah)\n[00:46.78] Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep, damn (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[00:48.72] On-on court like a Piston\n[00:50.32] Quickdraw, I got PTSD (baow)\n[00:51.88] She let me hit it in different positions\n[00:53.48] Like, feel like 30, I oot' it from deep\n[00:55.20] Pop a 30, I can't go to sleep\n[00:57.00] Bitch, I'm bussin', might take off his muffin\n[00:58.86] How is you tough? You was runnin' and duckin'\n[01:00.44] This G23 get to markin' like Cousins (grrah)\n[01:02.46] And I'm in the locker wit buzzin' (like, damn)\n[01:04.23] But these bitches be keyin' my vibe (like, huh?)\n[01:05.75] She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high\n[01:07.45] Like with the dotty, my vision is fly (dotty)\n[01:09.18] Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what?\n[01:11.27] These niggas fake, get away from me\n[01:12.76] How you here for me? You wasn't there for me (you wasn't there)\n[01:14.57] Told my mama, \"I need you to pray for me\"\n[01:16.06] Tell my brother that music my therapy (like, what?)\n[01:18.02] I'ma be top-one charted\n[01:19.31] I'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness\n[01:21.15] Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless (grrah)\n[01:22.74] She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n[01:25.08] She a thot, I can't kiss her\n[01:26.35] My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n[01:28.09] Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (glah, glah, glah)\n[01:29.82] Wait, put the dick in that liver\n[01:31.48] New opp, shit kick like a punt (grrah)\n[01:33.03] OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (like, damn)\n[01:34.78] Man down, put that boy in a trunk (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[01:36.55] If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n[01:38.13] Oh my God, what happened to-\n[01:39.67] Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo\n[01:41.77] Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O)\n[01:43.25] He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us\n[01:45.06] Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous (wocky)\n[01:46.96] Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, \"Fill it up\" (like, damn)\n[01:48.75] Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n[01:50.76] Like, what? Like, damn, bitch\n[01:52.82] Like, huh?\n[01:54.49] KR\n[01:57.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Liquor\n artist: Kyle Richh\n album: Liquor - Single\n duration_ms: 166000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrah, grrah\n start_ms: 11900\n end_ms: 14290\n- text: She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n start_ms: 14290\n end_ms: 16450\n- text: She a thot, I can't kiss her\n start_ms: 16450\n end_ms: 17680\n- text: My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n start_ms: 17680\n end_ms: 19400\n- text: Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor, wait\n start_ms: 19400\n end_ms: 21650\n- text: Put the dick in that liver (like, what?)\n start_ms: 21650\n end_ms: 23140\n- text: New opp, shit kick like a punt (like, huh)\n start_ms: 23140\n end_ms: 24440\n- text: OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt\n start_ms: 24440\n end_ms: 26340\n- text: Man down, put that boy in a trunk\n start_ms: 26340\n end_ms: 28140\n- text: If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n start_ms: 28140\n end_ms: 29780\n- text: Oh my God, what happened to-\n start_ms: 29780\n end_ms: 31440\n- text: Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo (like, what?)\n start_ms: 31440\n end_ms: 33010\n- text: Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 33010\n end_ms: 35080\n- text: He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us (like, what?)\n start_ms: 35080\n end_ms: 37130\n- text: Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous\n start_ms: 37130\n end_ms: 38220\n- text: Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her \"Fill it up\" (on bro)\n start_ms: 38220\n end_ms: 40140\n- text: Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 40140\n end_ms: 41860\n- text: Fishbowl put a hole in the V\n start_ms: 41860\n end_ms: 43370\n- text: Please do not lack because shit can get serious (grrah-grrah, boom)\n start_ms: 43370\n end_ms: 45090\n- text: He a runner, too fast like furious (grrah)\n start_ms: 45090\n end_ms: 46780\n- text: Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep, damn (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 46780\n end_ms: 48720\n- text: On-on court like a Piston\n start_ms: 48720\n end_ms: 50320\n- text: Quickdraw, I got PTSD (baow)\n start_ms: 50320\n end_ms: 51880\n- text: She let me hit it in different positions\n start_ms: 51880\n end_ms: 53480\n- text: Like, feel like 30, I oot' it from deep\n start_ms: 53480\n end_ms: 55200\n- text: Pop a 30, I can't go to sleep\n start_ms: 55200\n end_ms: 57000\n- text: Bitch, I'm bussin', might take off his muffin\n start_ms: 57000\n end_ms: 58860\n- text: How is you tough? 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You was runnin' and duckin'\n start_ms: 58850\n end_ms: 60500\n- text: This G23 get to markin' like Cousins (grrah)\n start_ms: 60500\n end_ms: 62480\n- text: And I'm in the locker wit buzzin' (like, damn)\n start_ms: 62480\n end_ms: 64240\n- text: But these bitches be keyin' my vibe (like, huh?)\n start_ms: 64240\n end_ms: 65760\n- text: She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high\n start_ms: 65760\n end_ms: 67400\n- text: Like with the dotty, my vision is fly (dotty)\n start_ms: 67400\n end_ms: 69170\n- text: Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what?\n start_ms: 69170\n end_ms: 71280\n- text: These niggas fake, get away from me\n start_ms: 71280\n end_ms: 72710\n- text: How you here for me? You wasn't there for me (you wasn't there)\n start_ms: 72710\n end_ms: 74570\n- text: Told my mama, \"I need you to pray for me\"\n start_ms: 74570\n end_ms: 76000\n- text: Tell my brother that music my therapy (like, what?)\n start_ms: 76000\n end_ms: 78050\n- text: I'ma be top-one charted\n start_ms: 78050\n end_ms: 79340\n- text: I'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness\n start_ms: 79340\n end_ms: 81150\n- text: Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless (grrah)\n start_ms: 81150\n end_ms: 82770\n- text: She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n start_ms: 82770\n end_ms: 85070\n- text: She a thot, I can't kiss her\n start_ms: 85070\n end_ms: 86340\n- text: My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n start_ms: 86340\n end_ms: 88070\n- text: Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (glah, glah, glah)\n start_ms: 88070\n end_ms: 89870\n- text: Wait, put the dick in that liver\n start_ms: 89870\n end_ms: 91480\n- text: New opp, shit kick like a punt (grrah)\n start_ms: 91480\n end_ms: 93030\n- text: OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (like, damn)\n start_ms: 93030\n end_ms: 94730\n- text: Man down, put that boy in a trunk (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 94730\n end_ms: 96580\n- text: If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n start_ms: 96580\n end_ms: 98160\n- text: Oh my God, what happened to-\n start_ms: 98160\n end_ms: 99620\n- text: Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo\n start_ms: 99620\n end_ms: 101770\n- text: Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O)\n start_ms: 101770\n end_ms: 103220\n- text: He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us\n start_ms: 103220\n end_ms: 105060\n- text: Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous (wocky)\n start_ms: 105060\n end_ms: 106900\n- text: Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, \"Fill it up\" (like, damn)\n start_ms: 106900\n end_ms: 108770\n- text: Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n start_ms: 108770\n end_ms: 110730\n- text: Like, what? Like, damn, bitch\n start_ms: 110730\n end_ms: 112860\n- text: Like, huh?\n start_ms: 112860\n end_ms: 114460\n- text: KR\n start_ms: 114460\n end_ms: 117210\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 117210\nplain: |-\n Grrah, grrah\n\n She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n She a thot, I can't kiss her\n My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor, wait\n Put the dick in that liver (like, what?)\n New opp, shit kick like a punt (like, huh)\n OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt\n Man down, put that boy in a trunk\n If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n Oh my God, what happened to-\n\n Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo (like, what?)\n Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us (like, what?)\n Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous\n Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her \"Fill it up\" (on bro)\n Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\n Fishbowl put a hole in the V\n Please do not lack because shit can get serious (grrah-grrah, boom)\n He a runner, too fast like furious (grrah)\n Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep, damn (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n On-on court like a Piston\n Quickdraw, I got PTSD (baow)\n She let me hit it in different positions\n Like, feel like 30, I oot' it from deep\n\n Pop a 30, I can't go to sleep\n Bitch, I'm bussin', might take off his muffin\n How is you tough? You was runnin' and duckin'\n This G23 get to markin' like Cousins (grrah)\n And I'm in the locker wit buzzin' (like, damn)\n But these bitches be keyin' my vibe (like, huh?)\n She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high\n Like with the dotty, my vision is fly (dotty)\n\n Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what?\n These niggas fake, get away from me\n How you here for me? You wasn't there for me (you wasn't there)\n Told my mama, \"I need you to pray for me\"\n Tell my brother that music my therapy (like, what?)\n I'ma be top-one charted\n I'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness\n Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless (grrah)\n\n She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn\n She a thot, I can't kiss her\n My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn)\n Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (glah, glah, glah)\n Wait, put the dick in that liver\n New opp, shit kick like a punt (grrah)\n OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (like, damn)\n Man down, put that boy in a trunk (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n If I spot him, I turn him to runtz\n Oh my God, what happened to-\n\n Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo\n Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O)\n He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us\n Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous (wocky)\n Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, \"Fill it up\" (like, damn)\n Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\n Like, what? Like, damn, bitch\n Like, huh?\n KR\n"}]