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I need him now, ayy (rra)\nI call up them Feezies,\nThey gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\nBitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\nNigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\nThese niggas ain't killers,\nThey the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\nThey snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n\nRoll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\nMy nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\nRoll up in a Beamer,\nThen I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\nI got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\nGucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\nRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\nMargiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\nI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.35] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[00:16.95] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[00:20.13] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[00:21.88] Then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[00:23.74] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[00:27.09] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[00:30.32] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[00:33.74] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[00:37.09] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[00:40.45] Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like saline\n[00:43.73] And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n[00:47.43] We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n[00:50.68] And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n[00:54.15] I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n[00:57.85] I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah\n[01:01.17] And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n[01:04.52] My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n[01:07.92] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[01:11.32] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[01:14.84] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[01:16.47] Then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[01:18.32] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[01:21.52] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[01:24.93] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[01:28.11] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[01:31.67] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n[01:35.22] We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n[01:38.43] Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n[01:41.83] Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] They gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:52.14] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:55.89] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:57.27] They the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:59.18] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[02:02.38] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:05.70] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:09.13] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:10.87] Then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:12.76] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:16.16] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:19.31] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:22.74] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:25.82] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:27.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Yoppa\n artist: Lil Mosey feat. 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:42.92] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:44.42] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:45.94] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:49.48] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:52.94] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:55.18] they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:56.04] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[01:59.24] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:03.39] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:06.29] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:07.65] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:09.44] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:13.41] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:15.53] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:19.76] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:23.35] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:24.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Yoppa (feat. 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n I call up them Feezies,\n they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:52.14] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:55.89] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:57.27] they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:59.18] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[02:02.38] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:05.70] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:09.13] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:10.87] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:12.76] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:16.16] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:19.31] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:22.74] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:25.82] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:27.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Yoppa\n artist: Lil Mosey\n album: Northsbest\n duration_ms: 163000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 13350\n end_ms: 16950\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 16950\n end_ms: 20130\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 20130\n end_ms: 21880\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 21880\n end_ms: 23740\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 23740\n end_ms: 27090\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 27090\n end_ms: 30320\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 30320\n end_ms: 33740\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 33740\n end_ms: 37090\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n start_ms: 37090\n end_ms: 40450\n- text: Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like saline\n start_ms: 40450\n end_ms: 43730\n- text: And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n start_ms: 43730\n end_ms: 47430\n- text: We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n start_ms: 47430\n end_ms: 50680\n- text: And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n start_ms: 50680\n end_ms: 54150\n- text: I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n start_ms: 54150\n end_ms: 57850\n- text: I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah\n start_ms: 57850\n end_ms: 61170\n- text: And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n start_ms: 61170\n end_ms: 64520\n- text: My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n start_ms: 64520\n end_ms: 67920\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 67920\n end_ms: 71320\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 71320\n end_ms: 74840\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 74840\n end_ms: 76470\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 76470\n end_ms: 78320\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 78320\n end_ms: 81520\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 81520\n end_ms: 84930\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 84930\n end_ms: 88110\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 88110\n end_ms: 91670\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n start_ms: 91670\n end_ms: 95220\n- text: We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n start_ms: 95220\n end_ms: 98430\n- text: Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n start_ms: 98430\n end_ms: 101830\n- text: Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[02:59.08] I call up them Feezies,\n[03:01.18] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[03:02.95] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n I call up them Feezies,\n they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\nI call up them Feezies,\nthey gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\nBitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.82] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:47.20] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:49.05] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:52.41] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:56.07] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:57.61] they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:59.36] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[02:02.68] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:06.19] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:09.57] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:10.90] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:13.13] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:16.42] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:19.71] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:23.28] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:26.41] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:27.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: yoppa\n artist: lil mosey blocboy jb\n album: northsbest\n duration_ms: 164000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 14100\n end_ms: 17190\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 17190\n end_ms: 20460\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 20460\n end_ms: 22160\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 22160\n end_ms: 24240\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 24240\n end_ms: 27610\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 27610\n end_ms: 30670\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 30670\n end_ms: 34210\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 34210\n end_ms: 37520\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n start_ms: 37520\n end_ms: 40940\n- text: Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like saline\n start_ms: 40940\n end_ms: 44340\n- text: And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n start_ms: 44340\n end_ms: 48010\n- text: We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n start_ms: 48010\n end_ms: 51150\n- text: And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n start_ms: 51150\n end_ms: 54780\n- text: I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n start_ms: 54780\n end_ms: 58230\n- text: I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah\n start_ms: 58230\n end_ms: 61560\n- text: And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n start_ms: 61560\n end_ms: 64850\n- text: My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n start_ms: 64850\n end_ms: 68390\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 68390\n end_ms: 71620\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 71620\n end_ms: 75360\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 75360\n end_ms: 76670\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 76670\n end_ms: 78650\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 78650\n end_ms: 82260\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 82260\n end_ms: 85500\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 85500\n end_ms: 88570\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 88570\n end_ms: 92230\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n start_ms: 92230\n end_ms: 95600\n- text: We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n start_ms: 95600\n end_ms: 98870\n- text: Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n start_ms: 98870\n end_ms: 102250\n- text: Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:52.14] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:55.89] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:57.27] they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:59.18] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[02:02.38] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:05.70] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:09.13] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:10.87] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:12.76] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:16.16] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:19.31] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:22.74] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:25.82] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:27.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Yoppa\n artist: Lil Mosey, BlocBoy JB\n album: Northsbest (Extended)\n duration_ms: 163000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 13350\n end_ms: 16950\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 16950\n end_ms: 20130\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 20130\n end_ms: 21880\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 21880\n end_ms: 23740\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 23740\n end_ms: 27090\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 27090\n end_ms: 30320\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 30320\n end_ms: 33740\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 33740\n end_ms: 37090\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n start_ms: 37090\n end_ms: 40450\n- text: Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like saline\n start_ms: 40450\n end_ms: 43730\n- text: And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n start_ms: 43730\n end_ms: 47430\n- text: We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n start_ms: 47430\n end_ms: 50680\n- text: And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n start_ms: 50680\n end_ms: 54150\n- text: I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n start_ms: 54150\n end_ms: 57850\n- text: I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah\n start_ms: 57850\n end_ms: 61170\n- text: And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n start_ms: 61170\n end_ms: 64520\n- text: My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n start_ms: 64520\n end_ms: 67920\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 67920\n end_ms: 71320\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 71320\n end_ms: 74840\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 74840\n end_ms: 76470\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 76470\n end_ms: 78320\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 78320\n end_ms: 81520\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 81520\n end_ms: 84930\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 84930\n end_ms: 88110\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 88110\n end_ms: 91670\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n start_ms: 91670\n end_ms: 95220\n- text: We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n start_ms: 95220\n end_ms: 98430\n- text: Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n start_ms: 98430\n end_ms: 101830\n- text: Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)\n start_ms: 101830\n end_ms: 105380\n- text: I call up them Feezies,\n start_ms: 105380\n end_ms: 106950\n- text: they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n start_ms: 106950\n end_ms: 108990\n- text: Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n I call up them Feezies,\n they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n I call up them Feezies,\n they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:52.14] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:55.89] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:57.27] they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:59.18] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[02:02.38] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:05.70] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:09.13] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:10.87] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:12.76] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:16.16] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:19.31] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:22.74] Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:25.82] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:27.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Yoppa\n artist: Lil Mosey with BlocBoy JB\n album: Northsbest\n duration_ms: 163000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 13350\n end_ms: 16950\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 16950\n end_ms: 20130\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 20130\n end_ms: 21880\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 21880\n end_ms: 23740\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 23740\n end_ms: 27090\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 27090\n end_ms: 30320\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 30320\n end_ms: 33740\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 33740\n end_ms: 37090\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n start_ms: 37090\n end_ms: 40450\n- text: Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like saline\n start_ms: 40450\n end_ms: 43730\n- text: And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n start_ms: 43730\n end_ms: 47430\n- text: We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n start_ms: 47430\n end_ms: 50680\n- text: And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n start_ms: 50680\n end_ms: 54150\n- text: I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n start_ms: 54150\n end_ms: 57850\n- text: I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah\n start_ms: 57850\n end_ms: 61170\n- text: And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n start_ms: 61170\n end_ms: 64520\n- text: My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n start_ms: 64520\n end_ms: 67920\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 67920\n end_ms: 71320\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 71320\n end_ms: 74840\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 74840\n end_ms: 76470\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 76470\n end_ms: 78320\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 78320\n end_ms: 81520\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 81520\n end_ms: 84930\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 84930\n end_ms: 88110\n- text: Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 88110\n end_ms: 91670\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n start_ms: 91670\n end_ms: 95220\n- text: We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n start_ms: 95220\n end_ms: 98430\n- text: Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n start_ms: 98430\n end_ms: 101830\n- text: Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)\n start_ms: 101830\n end_ms: 105380\n- text: I call up them Feezies,\n start_ms: 105380\n end_ms: 106950\n- text: they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n start_ms: 106950\n end_ms: 108990\n- text: Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] They gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.38] I call up them Feezies,\n[01:46.95] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.99] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I got that\n Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n These niggas ain't killers,\n they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n\n Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n Roll up in a Beamer,\n then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n"},{"id":34147177,"name":"Yoppa (with BlocBoy JB)","trackName":"Yoppa (with BlocBoy JB)","artistName":"Lil Mosey, BlocBoy JB","albumName":"Northsbest","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\nMy nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\nRoll up in a Beamer,\nthen I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\nI got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\nGucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\nRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\nhad Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\nI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n\nYeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like Celine\nAnd my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\nWe don't fuck around, so we holding .223\nAnd I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\nI sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\nI got 20 shooters, they gon' weigh you like Celine, yeah\nAnd I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\nMy jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n\nRoll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\nMy nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\nRoll up in a Beamer,\nthen I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\nI got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\nGucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\nRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\nhad Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\nI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n\nWe smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\nJeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\nPlayers goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)\nI call up them Freezies,\nthey gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\nBitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\nNigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\nThese niggas ain't killers,\nthey the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\nThey snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n\nRoll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\nMy nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\nRoll up in a Beamer,\nthen I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\nI got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\nGucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\nRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\nhad Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\nI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.58] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[00:16.89] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[00:20.36] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[00:21.64] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[00:23.89] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[00:27.54] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[00:30.31] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[00:34.09] had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[00:37.05] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[00:40.12] Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like Celine\n[00:43.82] And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n[00:47.64] We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n[00:50.28] And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n[00:54.44] I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n[00:57.88] I got 20 shooters, they gon' weigh you like Celine, yeah\n[01:01.34] And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n[01:04.64] My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n[01:07.69] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[01:11.29] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[01:15.05] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[01:16.14] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[01:18.31] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[01:21.93] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[01:24.86] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[01:28.55] had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[01:31.95] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n[01:35.30] We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n[01:38.66] Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n[01:42.00] Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.59] I call up them Freezies,\n[01:46.86] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.38] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:52.27] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:55.82] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:57.02] they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:59.17] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[02:02.56] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:05.74] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:09.47] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:10.61] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:12.76] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:16.48] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:19.36] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:22.96] had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:26.03] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:29.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Yoppa (with BlocBoy JB)\n artist: Lil Mosey, BlocBoy JB\n album: Northsbest\n duration_ms: 163000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 13580\n end_ms: 16890\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 16890\n end_ms: 20360\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 20360\n end_ms: 21640\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 21640\n end_ms: 23890\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 23890\n end_ms: 27540\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 27540\n end_ms: 30310\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 30310\n end_ms: 34090\n- text: had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 34090\n end_ms: 37050\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n start_ms: 37050\n end_ms: 40120\n- text: Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like Celine\n start_ms: 40120\n end_ms: 43820\n- text: And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n start_ms: 43820\n end_ms: 47640\n- text: We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n start_ms: 47640\n end_ms: 50280\n- text: And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n start_ms: 50280\n end_ms: 54440\n- text: I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n start_ms: 54440\n end_ms: 57880\n- text: I got 20 shooters, they gon' weigh you like Celine, yeah\n start_ms: 57880\n end_ms: 61340\n- text: And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n start_ms: 61340\n end_ms: 64640\n- text: My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n start_ms: 64640\n end_ms: 67690\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 67690\n end_ms: 71290\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 71290\n end_ms: 75050\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 75050\n end_ms: 76140\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 76140\n end_ms: 78310\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 78310\n end_ms: 81930\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 81930\n end_ms: 84860\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 84860\n end_ms: 88550\n- text: had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 88550\n end_ms: 91950\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n start_ms: 91950\n end_ms: 95300\n- text: We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n start_ms: 95300\n end_ms: 98660\n- text: Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n start_ms: 98660\n end_ms: 102000\n- text: Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\n I call up them Freezies,\n they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? 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I need him now, ayy (rra)\nI call up them Freezies,\nthey gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\nBitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\nNigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\nThese niggas ain't killers,\nthey the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\nThey snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n\nRoll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\nMy nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\nRoll up in a Beamer,\nthen I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\nI got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\nGucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\nRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\nhad Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\nI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.58] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[00:16.89] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[00:20.36] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[00:21.64] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[00:23.89] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[00:27.54] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[00:30.31] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[00:34.09] had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[00:37.05] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[00:40.12] Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like Celine\n[00:43.82] And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n[00:47.64] We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n[00:50.28] And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n[00:54.44] I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n[00:57.88] I got 20 shooters, they gon' weigh you like Celine, yeah\n[01:01.34] And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n[01:04.64] My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n[01:07.69] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[01:11.29] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[01:15.05] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[01:16.14] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[01:18.31] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[01:21.93] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[01:24.86] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[01:28.55] had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[01:31.95] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n[01:35.30] We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n[01:38.66] Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n[01:42.00] Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)\n[01:45.59] I call up them Freezies,\n[01:46.86] they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)\n[01:48.38] Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that\n[01:52.27] Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)\n[01:55.82] These niggas ain't killers,\n[01:57.02] they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)\n[01:59.17] They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at\n[02:02.56] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n[02:05.74] My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n[02:09.47] Roll up in a Beamer,\n[02:10.61] then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n[02:12.76] I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n[02:16.48] Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n[02:19.36] Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n[02:22.96] had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n[02:26.03] I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n[02:29.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Yoppa (with BlocBoy JB)\n artist: Lil Mosey/BlocBoy JB\n album: Northsbest (Extended)\n duration_ms: 163440\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 13580\n end_ms: 16890\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 16890\n end_ms: 20360\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 20360\n end_ms: 21640\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 21640\n end_ms: 23890\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 23890\n end_ms: 27540\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 27540\n end_ms: 30310\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 30310\n end_ms: 34090\n- text: had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 34090\n end_ms: 37050\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean\n start_ms: 37050\n end_ms: 40120\n- text: Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like Celine\n start_ms: 40120\n end_ms: 43820\n- text: And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy\n start_ms: 43820\n end_ms: 47640\n- text: We don't fuck around, so we holding .223\n start_ms: 47640\n end_ms: 50280\n- text: And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink\n start_ms: 50280\n end_ms: 54440\n- text: I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah\n start_ms: 54440\n end_ms: 57880\n- text: I got 20 shooters, they gon' weigh you like Celine, yeah\n start_ms: 57880\n end_ms: 61340\n- text: And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and\n start_ms: 61340\n end_ms: 64640\n- text: My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah\n start_ms: 64640\n end_ms: 67690\n- text: Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)\n start_ms: 67690\n end_ms: 71290\n- text: My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo, bo, bo)\n start_ms: 71290\n end_ms: 75050\n- text: Roll up in a Beamer,\n start_ms: 75050\n end_ms: 76140\n- text: then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)\n start_ms: 76140\n end_ms: 78310\n- text: I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)\n start_ms: 78310\n end_ms: 81930\n- text: Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah\n start_ms: 81930\n end_ms: 84860\n- text: Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy\n start_ms: 84860\n end_ms: 88550\n- text: had Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh\n start_ms: 88550\n end_ms: 91950\n- text: I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)\n start_ms: 91950\n end_ms: 95300\n- text: We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)\n start_ms: 95300\n end_ms: 98660\n- text: Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)\n start_ms: 98660\n end_ms: 102000\n- text: Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? 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