[{"id":23399332,"name":"Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj - Banned From NO (Remix)","trackName":"Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj - Banned From NO (Remix)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil Wayne Videos","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Carter VI\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nThe dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nThe propane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nWhoa now, one shot, knock his door down\nSilencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\nThis game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\nNothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\nYou got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\nLeave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\nEatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\nAnd the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nCan you blame her? I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Carter VI\n[00:09.71] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.58] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.03] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.01] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.02] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.72] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.47] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.27] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.36] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.62] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.28] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.63] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.49] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.64] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.52] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.91] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.62] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.03] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.00] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.79] Can you blame her? I am the main her\n[01:13.26] Word to the baby in the manger\n[01:15.57] Swerve on these hoes, no indicator\n[01:18.25] Cake for days, I d'Anita Baker\n[01:20.62] One Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\n[01:23.17] The best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\n[01:25.52] They won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\n[01:28.42] Don't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n[01:31.95] Every season Anna Wintour, 10-4\n[01:34.25] Gag City for the win tour\n[01:36.11] We outside smoking indoor\n[01:38.35] Bitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\n[01:42.08] Jamaica, Queens bitch\n[01:43.53] You reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\n[01:46.07] When I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\n[01:48.55] Say you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n[01:51.19] 'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\n[01:53.43] If I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n[01:55.96] 'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\n[01:58.68] Weezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\n[02:01.35] Man, bitches already fading like a barber\n[02:03.76] They know it don't decline so they never face card her\n[02:06.20] French vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\n[02:08.88] NFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n[02:11.33] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[02:13.60] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[02:16.38] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[02:18.95] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[02:21.52] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[02:23.81] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[02:26.36] That's what you call a game changer\n[02:28.91] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[02:31.38] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[02:33.91] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[02:36.37] I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[02:39.29] Propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[02:41.50] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[02:43.98] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[02:46.50] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[02:49.24] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[02:51.92] Fuck\n[02:53.61] Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\n[02:56.79] I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\n[02:59.40] I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\n[03:02.75] I turned my sons to rich niggas\n[03:05.26] I turned a one to six figures\n[03:07.36] My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\n[03:10.05] Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga\n[03:12.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj - Banned From NO (Remix)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil Wayne Videos\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Carter VI\n  start_ms: 6660\n  end_ms: 9710\n- text: Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n  start_ms: 9710\n  end_ms: 12580\n- text: The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n  start_ms: 12580\n  end_ms: 15030\n- text: The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n  start_ms: 15030\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 20010\n- text: I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n  start_ms: 20010\n  end_ms: 22550\n- text: I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n  start_ms: 22550\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27720\n- text: Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n  start_ms: 27720\n  end_ms: 30470\n- text: Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n  start_ms: 30470\n  end_ms: 32270\n- text: Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n  start_ms: 32270\n  end_ms: 35360\n- text: This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n  start_ms: 35360\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40280\n- text: You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n  start_ms: 40280\n  end_ms: 42630\n- text: Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n  start_ms: 42630\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 47640\n- text: And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 47640\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: Disclaimer, plenty paper\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 52880\n- text: P-P-Play with somebody safer\n  start_ms: 52880\n  end_ms: 55500\n- text: B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n  start_ms: 55500\n  end_ms: 57910\n- text: Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n  start_ms: 57910\n  end_ms: 60620\n- text: Bitches know they can't out pacer\n  start_ms: 60620\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: New York Nick, LA Laker\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65530\n- text: That's what you call a game changer\n  start_ms: 65530\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70790\n- text: Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\n  Word to the baby in the manger\n  Swerve on these hoes, no indicator\n  Cake for days, I d'Anita Baker\n  One Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\n  The best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\n  They won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\n  Don't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\n  Every season Anna Wintour, 10-4\n  Gag City for the win tour\n  We outside smoking indoor\n  Bitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\n  Jamaica, Queens bitch\n  You reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\n  When I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\n  Say you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n  'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\n  If I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n  'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\n  Weezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\n  Man, bitches already fading like a barber\n  They know it don't decline so they never face card her\n  French vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\n  NFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\n  Disclaimer, plenty paper\n  P-P-Play with somebody safer\n  B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n  Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n  Bitches know they can't out pacer\n  New York Nick, LA Laker\n  That's what you call a game changer\n  She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\n  Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n  The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n  I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n  Propane lighter, money old like Biden\n  I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n  I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n  Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n  Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\n  Fuck\n  Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\n  I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\n  I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\n  I turned my sons to rich niggas\n  I turned a one to six figures\n  My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\n  Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga\n"},{"id":38045195,"name":"Banned From NO (Remix)","trackName":"Banned From NO (Remix)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"No Ceilings","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Carter VI\n\nAyo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nThe dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\nThe propane lighter, money old like Biden\n\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nWhoa now, one shot, knock his door down\nSilencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\nThis game is a -, you gotta price it 'fore you wife it\nNothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n\nYou a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\nLeave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\nEatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\nAnd the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherf-\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nPlay with somebody safer\nBlack mask on, Darth Vader\nSend the money now, kill 'em later\n- know they can't out pace her\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, can you blame her?\n\nCan you blame her? I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these -, no indicator\nCake for days, I don't need a baker\nOne Barbiana, Vogue Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, h- ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you h- ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens -\nYou reap what you sow, ya better get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, -!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, -!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, - already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some n- and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nPlay with somebody safer\nBlack mask on, Darth Vader\nSend the money now, kill 'em later\n- know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nThe dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\nThe propane lighter, money old like Biden\n\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck, rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, n-\nI turned my sons to rich n-\nI turned them ones to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them b- n-\nFerrari license plate, 666, n-","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.51]Carter VI\n[00:09.79]Ayo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.55]The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:14.99]The dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.60]The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:19.95]I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.54]I'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.04]Sip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\n[00:27.85]Say she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.24]Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.19]Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.14]This game is a -, you gotta price it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.41]Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.08]You a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.52]Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.13]Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.75]And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherf-\n[00:50.77]Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88]Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.40]Black mask on, Darth Vader\n[00:57.99]Send the money now, kill 'em later\n[01:00.52]- know they can't out pace her\n[01:02.92]New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.68]That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.09]She don't like me, can you blame her?\n[01:10.51]Can you blame her? I am the main her\n[01:13.00]Word to the baby in the manger\n[01:15.67]Swerve on these -, no indicator\n[01:18.14]Cake for days, I don't need a baker\n[01:20.87]One Barbiana, Vogue Italiana\n[01:23.03]The best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\n[01:25.76]They won't go farther, h- ain't got fathers\n[01:28.36]Don't call me mother, you h- ain't my daughters\n[01:31.08]Every season Anna Wintour, 10-4\n[01:34.08]Gag City for the win tour\n[01:35.96]We outside smoking indoor\n[01:37.88]Bitch, is you deaf? 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I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens -\nYou reap what you sow, ya better get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, -!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, -!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, - already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some n- and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nPlay with somebody safer\nBlack mask on, Darth Vader\nSend the money now, kill 'em later\n- know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nThe dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\nThe propane lighter, money old like Biden\n\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck, rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, n-\nI turned my sons to rich n-\nI turned them ones to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them b- n-\nFerrari license plate, 666, n-","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.51] Carter VI\n[00:09.79] Ayo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.55] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:14.99] The dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.60] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:19.95] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.54] I'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.04] Sip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\n[00:27.85] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.24] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.19] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.14] This game is a -, you gotta price it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.41] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.08] You a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.52] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.13] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.75] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherf-\n[00:50.77] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.40] Black mask on, Darth Vader\n[00:57.99] Send the money now, kill 'em later\n[01:00.52] - know they can't out pace her\n[01:02.92] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.68] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.09] She don't like me, can you blame her?\n[01:10.51] Can you blame her? 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I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens -\nYou reap what you sow, ya better get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, -!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, -!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, - already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some n- and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nPlay with somebody safer\nBlack mask on, Darth Vader\nSend the money now, kill 'em later\n- know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nThe dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\nThe propane lighter, money old like Biden\n\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck, rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, n-\nI turned my sons to rich n-\nI turned them ones to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them b- n-\nFerrari license plate, 666, n-","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.51] Carter VI\n[00:09.79] Ayo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.55] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:14.99] The dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.60] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:19.95] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.54] I'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.04] Sip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\n[00:27.85] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.24] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.19] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.14] This game is a -, you gotta price it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.41] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.08] You a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.52] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.13] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.75] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherf-\n[00:50.77] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.40] Black mask on, Darth Vader\n[00:57.99] Send the money now, kill 'em later\n[01:00.52] - know they can't out pace her\n[01:02.92] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.68] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.09] She don't like me, can you blame her?\n[01:10.51] Can you blame her? 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I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens -\nYou reap what you sow, ya better get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, -!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, -!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, - already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some n- and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nPlay with somebody safer\nBlack mask on, Darth Vader\nSend the money now, kill 'em later\n- know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nThe dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\nThe propane lighter, money old like Biden\n\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck, rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, n-\nI turned my sons to rich n-\nI turned them ones to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them b- n-\nFerrari license plate, 666, n-","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.51]Carter VI\n[00:09.79]Ayo, the coc- whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.55]The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:14.99]The dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.60]The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:19.95]I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.54]I'm blinged up, shirt off, b-, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.04]Sip pink punch, she drink n-, she eat d-, I bring lunch\n[00:27.85]Say she 'bout that action, I'ma f- her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.24]Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.19]Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.14]This game is a -, you gotta price it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.41]Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.08]You a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.52]Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.13]Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.75]And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherf-\n[00:50.77]Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88]Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.40]Black mask on, Darth Vader\n[00:57.99]Send the money now, kill 'em later\n[01:00.52]- know they can't out pace her\n[01:02.92]New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.68]That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.09]She don't like me, can you blame her?\n[01:10.51]Can you blame her? I am the main her\n[01:13.00]Word to the baby in the manger\n[01:15.67]Swerve on these -, no indicator\n[01:18.14]Cake for days, I don't need a baker\n[01:20.87]One Barbiana, Vogue Italiana\n[01:23.03]The best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\n[01:25.76]They won't go farther, h- ain't got fathers\n[01:28.36]Don't call me mother, you h- ain't my daughters\n[01:31.08]Every season Anna Wintour, 10-4\n[01:34.08]Gag City for the win tour\n[01:35.96]We outside smoking indoor\n[01:37.88]Bitch, is you deaf? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.62] Carter VI\n[00:09.74] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.59] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.04] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.04] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.09] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.80] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.46] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.25] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.32] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.64] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.27] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.66] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.45] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.61] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.56] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.81] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.97] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.69] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.08] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.02] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.77] Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.62] Carter VI\n[00:09.74] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.59] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.04] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.04] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.09] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.80] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.46] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.25] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.32] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.64] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.27] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.66] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.45] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.61] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.56] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.81] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.97] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.69] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.08] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.02] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.77] Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Carter VI\n[00:09.71] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.58] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.03] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.01] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.02] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.72] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.47] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.27] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.36] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.62] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.28] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.63] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.49] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.64] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.52] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.91] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.62] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.03] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.00] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.79] Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Carter VI\n[00:09.71] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.58] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.03] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.01] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.02] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.72] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.47] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.27] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.36] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.62] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.28] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.63] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.49] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.64] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.52] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.91] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.62] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.03] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.00] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.79] Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Carter VI\n[00:09.71] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.58] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.03] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.01] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.02] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.72] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.47] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.27] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.36] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.62] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.28] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.63] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.49] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.64] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.52] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.91] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.62] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.03] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.00] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.79] Can you blame her? 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I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.62] Carter VI\n[00:09.74] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.59] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.04] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.04] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.09] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.80] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.46] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.25] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.32] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.64] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.27] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.66] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.45] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.61] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.56] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.81] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.97] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.69] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.08] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.02] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.77] Can you blame her? 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I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.62] Carter VI\n[00:09.74] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.59] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.04] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.04] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.09] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.80] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.46] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.25] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.32] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.64] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.27] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.66] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.45] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.61] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.56] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.81] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.97] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.69] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.08] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.02] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.77] Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Carter VI\n[00:09.71] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.58] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.03] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.01] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.02] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.72] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.47] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.27] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.36] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.62] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.28] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.63] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.49] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.64] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.52] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.91] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.62] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.03] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.00] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.79] Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these hoes, no indicator\nCake for days, I d'Anita Baker\nOne Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\nEvery season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nBitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Carter VI\n[00:09.71] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.58] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.03] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.01] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.02] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.72] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.47] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.27] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.36] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.62] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.28] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.63] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.49] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.64] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.52] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.91] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.62] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.03] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.00] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.79] Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\nWord to the baby in the manger\nSwerve on these h-, no indicator\nCake for days, I don't need a baker\n\nOne Barbiana, Vogue Italiana\nThe best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\nThey won't go farther, h- ain't got fathers\nDon't call me mother, you h- ain't my daughters\n\nMm, every season Anna Wintour, 10-4\nGag City for the win tour\nWe outside smoking indoor\nB-, is you deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\n\nJamaica, Queens, b-\nYou reap what you sow, ya better get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, b-\nSay you pushin' P, ok, rest in p, b- (brr)\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F. 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I'm signing at the in-store\nJamaica, Queens bitch\nYou reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\nWhen I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\nSay you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\nIf I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\nWeezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\nMan, bitches already fading like a barber\nThey know it don't decline so they never face card her\nFrench vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\nNFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\nDisclaimer, plenty paper\nP-P-Play with somebody safer\nB-Black mask on Darth Vader\nSend the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\nBitches know they can't out pacer\nNew York Nick, LA Laker\nThat's what you call a game changer\nShe don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\nAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\nThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\nI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\nPropane lighter, money old like Biden\nI walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\nI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\nSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\nSay she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\nFuck\nRrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\nI been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\nI turned my sons to rich niggas\nI turned a one to six figures\nMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\nFerrari license plate, 666, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.66] Carter VI\n[00:09.71] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[00:12.58] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[00:15.03] The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[00:17.58] The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[00:20.01] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[00:22.55] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[00:25.02] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[00:27.72] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[00:30.47] Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n[00:32.27] Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n[00:35.36] This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n[00:37.62] Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n[00:40.28] You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n[00:42.63] Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n[00:45.49] Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n[00:47.64] And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n[00:50.52] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[00:52.88] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[00:55.50] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[00:57.91] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[01:00.62] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[01:03.03] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[01:05.53] That's what you call a game changer\n[01:08.00] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[01:10.79] Can you blame her? I am the main her\n[01:13.26] Word to the baby in the manger\n[01:15.57] Swerve on these hoes, no indicator\n[01:18.25] Cake for days, I d'Anita Baker\n[01:20.62] One Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\n[01:23.17] The best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\n[01:25.52] They won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\n[01:28.42] Don't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n[01:31.95] Every season Anna Wintour, 10-4\n[01:34.25] Gag City for the win tour\n[01:36.11] We outside smoking indoor\n[01:38.35] Bitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\n[01:42.08] Jamaica, Queens bitch\n[01:43.53] You reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\n[01:46.07] When I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\n[01:48.55] Say you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n[01:51.19] 'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\n[01:53.43] If I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n[01:55.96] 'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\n[01:58.68] Weezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\n[02:01.35] Man, bitches already fading like a barber\n[02:03.76] They know it don't decline so they never face card her\n[02:06.20] French vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\n[02:08.88] NFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n[02:11.33] Disclaimer, plenty paper\n[02:13.60] P-P-Play with somebody safer\n[02:16.38] B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n[02:18.95] Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n[02:21.52] Bitches know they can't out pacer\n[02:23.81] New York Nick, LA Laker\n[02:26.36] That's what you call a game changer\n[02:28.91] She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n[02:31.38] Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n[02:33.91] The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n[02:36.37] I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n[02:39.29] Propane lighter, money old like Biden\n[02:41.50] I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n[02:43.98] I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n[02:46.50] Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n[02:49.24] Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n[02:51.92] Fuck\n[02:53.61] Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\n[02:56.79] I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\n[02:59.40] I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\n[03:02.75] I turned my sons to rich niggas\n[03:05.26] I turned a one to six figures\n[03:07.36] My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\n[03:10.05] Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga\n[03:12.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Banned From NO (with Nicki Minaj) - Remix\n  artist: Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj\n  album: Tha Carter VI (Bonus)\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Carter VI\n  start_ms: 6660\n  end_ms: 9710\n- text: Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n  start_ms: 9710\n  end_ms: 12580\n- text: The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n  start_ms: 12580\n  end_ms: 15030\n- text: The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n  start_ms: 15030\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: The propane lighter, money old like Biden\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 20010\n- text: I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n  start_ms: 20010\n  end_ms: 22550\n- text: I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n  start_ms: 22550\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27720\n- text: Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n  start_ms: 27720\n  end_ms: 30470\n- text: Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down\n  start_ms: 30470\n  end_ms: 32270\n- text: Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it\n  start_ms: 32270\n  end_ms: 35360\n- text: This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it\n  start_ms: 35360\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40280\n- text: You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'\n  start_ms: 40280\n  end_ms: 42630\n- text: Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous\n  start_ms: 42630\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 47640\n- text: And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 47640\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: Disclaimer, plenty paper\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 52880\n- text: P-P-Play with somebody safer\n  start_ms: 52880\n  end_ms: 55500\n- text: B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n  start_ms: 55500\n  end_ms: 57910\n- text: Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n  start_ms: 57910\n  end_ms: 60620\n- text: Bitches know they can't out pacer\n  start_ms: 60620\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: New York Nick, LA Laker\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65530\n- text: That's what you call a game changer\n  start_ms: 65530\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70790\n- text: Can you blame her? 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I am the main her\n  Word to the baby in the manger\n  Swerve on these hoes, no indicator\n  Cake for days, I d'Anita Baker\n  One Barbiana, Vouge Italiana\n  The best dressed just shut down Met Galiana\n  They won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers\n  Don't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters\n\n  Every season Anna Wintour, 10-4\n  Gag City for the win tour\n  We outside smoking indoor\n  Bitch, is you Deaf? I'm signing at the in-store\n  Jamaica, Queens bitch\n  You reap what you sew, ya betta get a seamstress\n  When I dead 'em, I don't double back, peace, bitch!\n  Say you pushing P, ok, rest in P, bitch!\n\n  'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop\n  If I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe\n  'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible\n  Weezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal\n  Man, bitches already fading like a barber\n  They know it don't decline so they never face card her\n  French vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks\n  NFL, fire some niggas and then call us!\n\n  Disclaimer, plenty paper\n  P-P-Play with somebody safer\n  B-Black mask on Darth Vader\n  Send the money now, k-k-kill 'em later\n  Bitches know they can't out pacer\n  New York Nick, LA Laker\n  That's what you call a game changer\n  She don't like me, c-c-can you blame her?\n\n  Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter\n  The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper\n  I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer\n  Propane lighter, money old like Biden\n  I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up\n  I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once\n  Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch\n  Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, \"Cut\"\n\n  Fuck\n  Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI\n  I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks\n  I been out here turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga\n  I turned my sons to rich niggas\n  I turned a one to six figures\n  My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas\n  Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga\n"}]