[{"id":34106522,"name":"TWIN FLOW","trackName":"TWIN FLOW","artistName":"LUCKI","albumName":"LUCKI","duration":130.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Icey, I'm so sick of you)\nAyy, ayy\n\nCouldn't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends\nI'll make a ho day, prolly ruin it the same way\nI'm Hellcat Tune, that lil' Track' a throwaway\nMy lil' bitch be off the Pluto, she think she my protégé\nI'm startin' to miss Xans, if you love me, be prayin'\nFast money, Hot Topic, crazy bottle, boy got options\nI'm all cashed out, but I'm never out of pocket\nI'm made like LUCKI, but I'm in it for the money\n\nThink I'm cruisin' in the Cully, but I'm really doin' a hunnid\nI'm with good and bad niggas, they could do you or just rob you\nI'm a Adderall demon in the Lamb' like Paul Walker\nI be prayin' when I'm speedin', prolly sinnin', but God talkin'\nI know none in life is free, ain't no good come from cheap\nPull up louder, sippin' lean if valet can't keep the key\nIf you see me, take a picture, 'cause this outfit cost a key\nIt was whippets in the Bentley, it's a shame, it's some to see\n\nWay it's pokin' out my pocket, niggas forced to pocket watch me\nI got drank up in the party, seal gon' make the sky sparkle\nShe a freak hoe, never get no ring, Charles Barkley\nToo much money in my pants, twin, can't even find the car key\nGirl, that pussy way too hot right now, I can't even afford it\nGod, save us from this Wocky drought, last few weeks been torture\nI'm so petty, I go to the airport in a fit that cost a mortgage\nCheck my wrist, that bitch a president, like police escort\n\nYou know me, C.E.O., president, I run my own shit\nWe in the 'Rari with them blickies on us, just like Mike Lowrey did\nI'm so snake, I really like tall grass, I hate on lawn care\nShe wanna know how to get to my heart, I gotta see how that throat hit\nI put so much game on a bitch\nShe thought I was readin' a movie script (ayy, ayy, ayy)\nI still wanna know who made hunnids blue (ayy)\nI still gotta thank him (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n\nThat money ain't gon' do it, but that drank gon' change niggas\nFo'nem said I'm like Superman, I'm up off painkillers\nShe saw me out in traffic, I look like her main nigga\nI said my name to her, she already knew that I played with her\nI nod off of that drank, ho wanna be a babysitter\nI do this shit for the mob, they in the sky, can't take me with 'em\nI wonder if that bitch gon' fye if she had kept her bestie with her\nI play this shit out loud, still gon' keep my head up, nigga\nI still can't feel my face, it's me and twin, we left some niggas\nI told you, \"Ain't no way I'ma run you over if you let me, nigga\"\n\nDamn, haha\nI can't count my-, ayy\nI can't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends\nI'ma-, ayy, ayy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.71] (Icey, I'm so sick of you)\n[00:03.73] Ayy, ayy\n[00:05.09] Couldn't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends\n[00:08.08] I'll make a ho day, prolly ruin it the same way\n[00:10.86] I'm Hellcat Tune, that lil' Track' a throwaway\n[00:13.54] My lil' bitch be off the Pluto, she think she my protégé\n[00:16.52] I'm startin' to miss Xans, if you love me, be prayin'\n[00:19.35] Fast money, Hot Topic, crazy bottle, boy got options\n[00:22.00] I'm all cashed out, but I'm never out of pocket\n[00:25.09] I'm made like LUCKI, but I'm in it for the money\n[00:27.86] Think I'm cruisin' in the Cully, but I'm really doin' a hunnid\n[00:30.48] I'm with good and bad niggas, they could do you or just rob you\n[00:33.54] I'm a Adderall demon in the Lamb' like Paul Walker\n[00:36.18] I be prayin' when I'm speedin', prolly sinnin', but God talkin'\n[00:39.12] I know none in life is free, ain't no good come from cheap\n[00:41.86] Pull up louder, sippin' lean if valet can't keep the key\n[00:44.77] If you see me, take a picture, 'cause this outfit cost a key\n[00:47.52] It was whippets in the Bentley, it's a shame, it's some to see\n[00:50.25] Way it's pokin' out my pocket, niggas forced to pocket watch me\n[00:53.26] I got drank up in the party, seal gon' make the sky sparkle\n[00:56.04] She a freak hoe, never get no ring, Charles Barkley\n[00:58.78] Too much money in my pants, twin, can't even find the car key\n[01:01.65] Girl, that pussy way too hot right now, I can't even afford it\n[01:04.39] God, save us from this Wocky drought, last few weeks been torture\n[01:07.33] I'm so petty, I go to the airport in a fit that cost a mortgage\n[01:10.04] Check my wrist, that bitch a president, like police escort\n[01:12.99] You know me, C.E.O., president, I run my own shit\n[01:15.75] We in the 'Rari with them blickies on us, just like Mike Lowrey did\n[01:18.63] I'm so snake, I really like tall grass, I hate on lawn care\n[01:21.34] She wanna know how to get to my heart, I gotta see how that throat hit\n[01:24.48] I put so much game on a bitch\n[01:25.36] She thought I was readin' a movie script (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[01:27.26] I still wanna know who made hunnids blue (ayy)\n[01:28.67] I still gotta thank him (ayy, ayy, ayy)\n[01:29.92] That money ain't gon' do it, but that drank gon' change niggas\n[01:32.91] Fo'nem said I'm like Superman, I'm up off painkillers\n[01:35.62] She saw me out in traffic, I look like her main nigga\n[01:38.65] I said my name to her, she already knew that I played with her\n[01:41.37] I nod off of that drank, ho wanna be a babysitter\n[01:44.22] I do this shit for the mob, they in the sky, can't take me with 'em\n[01:46.92] I wonder if that bitch gon' fye if she had kept her bestie with her\n[01:49.74] I play this shit out loud, still gon' keep my head up, nigga\n[01:52.61] I still can't feel my face, it's me and twin, we left some niggas\n[01:55.47] I told you, \"Ain't no way I'ma run you over if you let me, nigga\"\n[01:58.63] Damn, haha\n[02:00.94] I can't count my-, ayy\n[02:03.63] I can't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends\n[02:06.68] I'ma-, ayy, ayy\n[02:08.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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gon' fuck the gang, you gon' put a ring on it\nI'm wrapped up in ice like my knees swollen\nI'm wrapped up in ice like Durant when the game over\nYou could watch a movie in the V, this the newer version\n\nThis a mob meeting, we got caviar and bone marrow\nI'ma put you down, that lil' shit right there got miles on it\nI'm back at the bank, these folks really act like they tired of me\nI feel like I made it, my idols say they proud of me\nMy lil' bro rich as hell, feel like I can retire early\n\nNigga, pick a side, can't be both of 'em\nShe text me paragraphs just to borrow money\nThese niggas be scared of jail, they turn to law enforcement\nThey keep tryna take my swag, these niggas aura farmin'\n\nAy, ay, ay, I'm hot, I'm like a printer 'cause I'm made for it\nI'm passin' out pape', they put me in they groupchat\nMy son be runnin' around like he a lil' made boy\nGot so much pape' we trade, you wouldn't know what to do with that\nI'm with a lil' hood bitch, she say it's givin' fuck Tris\n\nI know I made it, I can tell 'cause I'm by myself\nI play act like I'm faded, but I sober up, send you to Hell\nSome hustlin' niggas raised me, I live life like a cell\nIn the mob, can't be yourself, geek up or be the help\nI'm higher than the rest and richer than everybody else\n\nNigga prayin' for my downfall, you know you goin' to Hell\nI gave that ho a general admission, not no VIP\nI think I'm gettin' worser and worser each sip\nI put my bitch in Miu Miu, I ain't goin' no Lululemon\nDon't touch my double cup, where the glass? 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it's a shame, it's some to see\n[00:50.25] Way it's pokin' out my pocket, niggas forced to pocket watch me\n[00:53.26] I got drank up in the party, seal gon' make the sky sparkle\n[00:56.04] She a freak hoe, never get no ring, Charles Barkley\n[00:58.78] Too much money in my pants, twin, can't even find the car key\n[01:01.65] Girl, that pussy way too hot right now, I can't even afford it\n[01:04.39] God, save us from this Wocky drought, last few weeks been torture\n[01:07.33] I'm so petty, I go to the airport in a fit that cost a mortgage\n[01:10.04] Check my wrist, that bitch a president, like police escort\n[01:12.99] You know me, C.E.O., president, I run my own shit\n[01:15.75] We in the 'Rari with them blickies on us, just like Mike Lowrey did\n[01:18.63] I'm so snake, I really like tall grass, I hate on lawn care\n[01:21.34] She wanna know how to get to my heart, I gotta see how that throat hit\n[01:24.48] I put so much game on a bitch\n[01:25.36] She thought I was readin' a 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Let's say cheers\n\nMy nigga gon' catch this bitch, but she still gon' kiss and tell\nGettin' geeked my favorite hobby now\nPushin' P in the booth, we Perc' a lot\nRob a goofy on some, \"Check it out\"\nI go Birkin man bag, this shit 15 pap\nNiggas be actin' like they steppin', shootin' with they eyes closed\n\nAyy, ayy, ayy, this shit started, she want Chanel, now she in the mafia\nWonder if it's no such thing as Zelle, how much they'd be proud of you\nCan't be tricked by a jezebel lookin' for an audience\n\nI made men and artists and you look like a target\nJust got back from outer space and it was news to all of us\nYou gotta learn how to play your place, but you really lookin' proud of it\nI got skis on the way, I got girls on the way\n\nTop Ski\nHuh, give me a beat","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.65] Gang, gang\n[00:21.36] I'm on codeine lines, I ain't sniffin' nothin'\n[00:24.11] Work my ass off for this, this what Roscoe taught me\n[00:26.88] Pourin' mud every day 'cause I come from it\n[00:29.47] She gon' fuck the gang, you gon' put a ring on it\n[00:31.99] I'm wrapped up in ice like my knees swollen\n[00:34.22] I'm wrapped up in ice like Durant when the game over\n[00:37.30] You could watch a movie in the V, this the newer version\n[00:40.13] This a mob meeting, we got caviar and bone marrow\n[00:42.89] I'ma put you down, that lil' shit right there got miles on it\n[00:45.46] I'm back at the bank, these folks really act like they tired of me\n[00:48.12] I feel like I made it, my idols say they proud of me\n[00:50.73] My lil' bro rich as hell, feel like I can retire early\n[00:53.45] Nigga, pick a side, can't be both of 'em\n[00:55.80] She text me paragraphs just to borrow money\n[00:58.61] These niggas be scared of jail, they turn to law enforcement\n[01:01.34] They keep tryna take my swag, these niggas aura farmin'\n[01:03.10] Ay, ay, ay, I'm hot, I'm like a printer 'cause I'm made for it\n[01:06.94] I'm passin' out pape', they put me in they groupchat\n[01:09.53] My son be runnin' around like he a lil' made boy\n[01:12.37] Got so much pape' we trade, you wouldn't know what to do with that\n[01:15.01] I'm with a lil' hood bitch, she say it's givin' fuck Tris\n[01:17.44] I know I made it, I can tell 'cause I'm by myself\n[01:20.02] I play act like I'm faded, but I sober up, send you to Hell\n[01:22.63] Some hustlin' niggas raised me, I live life like a cell\n[01:25.21] In the mob, can't be yourself, geek up or be the help\n[01:27.94] I'm higher than the rest and richer than everybody else\n[01:30.68] Nigga prayin' for my downfall, you know you goin' to Hell\n[01:33.30] I gave that ho a general admission, not no VIP\n[01:36.18] I think I'm gettin' worser and worser each sip\n[01:38.88] I put my bitch in Miu Miu, I ain't goin' no Lululemon\n[01:41.65] Don't touch my double cup, where the glass? 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