[{"id":11007528,"name":"Demon Time (Lil Yachty feat. Draft Day)","trackName":"Demon Time (Lil Yachty feat. Draft Day)","artistName":"Lil Yachty","albumName":"Lil Boat 3","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Told her, \"Don't wait for me\"\nYour time is up, better save it, please\nI just ran up me a 80 piece (Ayy)\nShe on her knees suckin' dick like she pray to me\nDoggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline\nIn my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green\nLeft wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean\n\nDraft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'\nHe need all his profits, some say that he cocky\nI know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics\nExotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it\n458 'Rari take off like rockets\nWide body kit like Buffie the Body\n\nAll-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)\nMy Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (Yeah)\nI threw 20,000 on 25 strangers\nBeing raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)\nMy stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger\nI look up to Mom and Mom only\nI ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's\nMy bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely\nMy heart got a space the same size as a counter\nNo money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot)\nThese rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it\n\nSee they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs\nI'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers\nHead first in the gutter (Yeah)\nIf it's for the guap, fettucine\nMight cop a new truck, cream like Alfredo Linguini\nThese new niggas weenies\nThe year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie\nShe rub on my groin like there might be a genie\nI can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama\nI might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas\nShow her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (Yeah)\n\nI pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah)\nBig pointer stones 'round my neck\nLight the room like a candle lit (Boom)\nDon't get too close, 762's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it\nMasked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt)\nYou niggas squares like Carlton\nI'm in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu\nInside the whip, orange like Goku\nLil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that's old news\nThese niggas be cappin', no Pro Tools\n22, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)\n\nGot more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)\nDouble that shit, and you still won't reach me (Bitch)\nYou in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats\nRight where the coach at, but you can't coach me\nDraft Day been on that, sound like Kobe\nPlease name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)\n\nCan't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up\nNiggas stay flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up\nHook her up, dick her down, got a new stick\nNine-mil' bullets and 30 rounds\nReady to hunt a clown\n\nI been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember\nSince when? Wintertime, man, I remember December\nWore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\nMy bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)\nSo fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out\nI bought 12 different whips like it's nothin' new\nI keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\nI drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom)\nMy niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt)\nWe buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth\nFuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)\nI took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas\nFuck all of that, I'm the prototype\n\nGrabbin' the wheel, I don't give a fuck (Skrrt)\nNigga want smoke, I hope that it's up\nAimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\nNigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)\nI got like ten different watches I never wear\nMy Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)\nHad the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)\nI know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.30] Told her, \"Don't wait for me\"\n[00:00.82] Your time is up, better save it, please\n[00:02.34] I just ran up me a 80 piece (Ayy)\n[00:03.58] She on her knees suckin' dick like she pray to me\n[00:05.16] Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline\n[00:06.93] In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green\n[00:08.94] Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean\n[00:10.89] Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'\n[00:12.55] He need all his profits, some say that he cocky\n[00:14.36] I know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics\n[00:16.77] Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it\n[00:18.52] 458 'Rari take off like rockets\n[00:20.51] Wide body kit like Buffie the Body\n[00:22.01] All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)\n[00:23.95] My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] I threw 20,000 on 25 strangers\n[00:27.73] Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)\n[00:29.43] My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger\n[00:31.23] I look up to Mom and Mom only\n[00:32.71] I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's\n[00:34.77] My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely\n[00:36.52] My heart got a space the same size as a counter\n[00:38.54] No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot)\n[00:40.33] These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it\n[00:42.18] See they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs\n[00:44.95] I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers\n[00:47.29] Head first in the gutter (Yeah)\n[00:48.25] If it's for the guap, fettucine\n[00:49.60] Might cop a new truck, cream like Alfredo Linguini\n[00:51.87] These new niggas weenies\n[00:52.89] The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie\n[00:54.68] She rub on my groin like there might be a genie\n[00:56.40] I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama\n[00:58.23] I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas\n[01:00.18] Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (Yeah)\n[01:02.36] I pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah)\n[01:04.17] Big pointer stones 'round my neck\n[01:05.62] Light the room like a candle lit (Boom)\n[01:06.75] Don't get too close, 762's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it\n[01:09.52] Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt)\n[01:10.98] You niggas squares like Carlton\n[01:12.21] I'm in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu\n[01:14.06] Inside the whip, orange like Goku\n[01:15.98] Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that's old news\n[01:18.24] These niggas be cappin', no Pro Tools\n[01:19.70] 22, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)\n[01:21.25] Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)\n[01:23.06] Double that shit, and you still won't reach me (Bitch)\n[01:24.72] You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats\n[01:26.48] Right where the coach at, but you can't coach me\n[01:28.28] Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe\n[01:30.10] Please name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)\n[01:31.91] Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up\n[01:33.70] Niggas stay flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up\n[01:35.73] Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick\n[01:37.49] Nine-mil' bullets and 30 rounds\n[01:38.66] Ready to hunt a clown\n[01:39.62] I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember\n[01:41.43] Since when? Wintertime, man, I remember December\n[01:43.65] Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\n[01:45.40] My bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)\n[01:47.31] So fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n[01:49.35] 'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out\n[01:51.11] I bought 12 different whips like it's nothin' new\n[01:53.05] I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\n[01:54.73] I drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom)\n[01:56.57] My niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt)\n[01:58.42] We buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth\n[02:00.14] Fuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)\n[02:02.22] I took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas\n[02:03.83] Fuck all of that, I'm the prototype\n[02:05.22] Grabbin' the wheel, I don't give a fuck (Skrrt)\n[02:06.94] Nigga want smoke, I hope that it's up\n[02:08.79] Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\n[02:11.00] Nigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)\n[02:12.58] I got like ten different watches I never wear\n[02:14.49] My Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)\n[02:16.35] Had the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)\n[02:18.45] I know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)\n[02:21.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Demon Time (Lil Yachty feat. 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Wintertime, man, I remember December\n  Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\n  My bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)\n  So fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n  'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out\n  I bought 12 different whips like it's nothin' new\n  I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\n  I drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom)\n  My niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt)\n  We buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth\n  Fuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)\n  I took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas\n  Fuck all of that, I'm the prototype\n\n  Grabbin' the wheel, I don't give a fuck (Skrrt)\n  Nigga want smoke, I hope that it's up\n  Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\n  Nigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)\n  I got like ten different watches I never wear\n  My Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)\n  Had the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)\n  I know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)\n"},{"id":26184720,"name":"Demon Time (Lil Yachty feat. 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Wintertime, man, I remember December\nWore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\nMy bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)\nSo fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out\nI bought 12 different whips like it's nothin' new\nI keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\nI drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom)\nMy niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt)\nWe buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth\nFuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)\nI took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas\nFuck all of that, I'm the prototype\n\nGrabbin' the wheel, I don't give a fuck (Skrrt)\nNigga want smoke, I hope that it's up\nAimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\nNigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)\nI got like ten different watches I never wear\nMy Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)\nHad the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)\nI know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.30] Told her, \"Don't wait for me\"\n[00:00.82] Your time is up, better save it, please\n[00:02.34] I just ran up me a 80 piece (Ayy)\n[00:03.58] She on her knees suckin' dick like she pray to me\n[00:05.16] Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline\n[00:06.93] In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green\n[00:08.94] Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean\n[00:10.89] Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'\n[00:12.55] He need all his profits, some say that he cocky\n[00:14.36] I know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics\n[00:16.77] Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it\n[00:18.52] 458 'Rari take off like rockets\n[00:20.51] Wide body kit like Buffie the Body\n[00:22.01] All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)\n[00:23.95] My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] I threw 20,000 on 25 strangers\n[00:27.73] Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)\n[00:29.43] My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger\n[00:31.23] I look up to Mom and Mom only\n[00:32.71] I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's\n[00:34.77] My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely\n[00:36.52] My heart got a space the same size as a counter\n[00:38.54] No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot)\n[00:40.33] These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it\n[00:42.18] See they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs\n[00:44.95] I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers\n[00:47.29] Head first in the gutter (Yeah)\n[00:48.25] If it's for the guap, fettucine\n[00:49.60] Might cop a new truck, cream like Alfredo Linguini\n[00:51.87] These new niggas weenies\n[00:52.89] The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie\n[00:54.68] She rub on my groin like there might be a genie\n[00:56.40] I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama\n[00:58.23] I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas\n[01:00.18] Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (Yeah)\n[01:02.36] I pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah)\n[01:04.17] Big pointer stones 'round my neck\n[01:05.62] Light the room like a candle lit (Boom)\n[01:06.75] Don't get too close, 762's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it\n[01:09.52] Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt)\n[01:10.98] You niggas squares like Carlton\n[01:12.21] I'm in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu\n[01:14.06] Inside the whip, orange like Goku\n[01:15.98] Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that's old news\n[01:18.24] These niggas be cappin', no Pro Tools\n[01:19.70] 22, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)\n[01:21.25] Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)\n[01:23.06] Double that shit, and you still won't reach me (Bitch)\n[01:24.72] You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats\n[01:26.48] Right where the coach at, but you can't coach me\n[01:28.28] Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe\n[01:30.10] Please name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)\n[01:31.91] Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up\n[01:33.70] Niggas stay flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up\n[01:35.73] Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick\n[01:37.49] Nine-mil' bullets and 30 rounds\n[01:38.66] Ready to hunt a clown\n[01:39.62] I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember\n[01:41.43] Since when? 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Wintertime, man, I remember December\nWore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\nMy bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)\nSo fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out\nI bought 12 different whips like it's nothin' new\nI keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\nI drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom)\nMy niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt)\nWe buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth\nFuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)\nI took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas\nFuck all of that, I'm the prototype\n\nGrabbin' the wheel, I don't give a fuck (Skrrt)\nNigga want smoke, I hope that it's up\nAimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\nNigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)\nI got like ten different watches I never wear\nMy Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)\nHad the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)\nI know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.30] Told her, \"Don't wait for me\"\n[00:00.82] Your time is up, better save it, please\n[00:02.34] I just ran up me a 80 piece (Ayy)\n[00:03.58] She on her knees suckin' dick like she pray to me\n[00:05.16] Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline\n[00:06.93] In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green\n[00:08.94] Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean\n[00:10.89] Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'\n[00:12.55] He need all his profits, some say that he cocky\n[00:14.36] I know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics\n[00:16.77] Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it\n[00:18.52] 458 'Rari take off like rockets\n[00:20.51] Wide body kit like Buffie the Body\n[00:22.01] All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)\n[00:23.95] My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] I threw 20,000 on 25 strangers\n[00:27.73] Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)\n[00:29.43] My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger\n[00:31.23] I look up to Mom and Mom only\n[00:32.71] I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's\n[00:34.77] My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely\n[00:36.52] My heart got a space the same size as a counter\n[00:38.54] No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot)\n[00:40.33] These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it\n[00:42.18] See they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs\n[00:44.95] I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers\n[00:47.29] Head first in the gutter (Yeah)\n[00:48.25] If it's for the guap, fettucine\n[00:49.60] Might cop a new truck, cream like Alfredo Linguini\n[00:51.87] These new niggas weenies\n[00:52.89] The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie\n[00:54.68] She rub on my groin like there might be a genie\n[00:56.40] I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama\n[00:58.23] I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas\n[01:00.18] Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (Yeah)\n[01:02.36] I pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah)\n[01:04.17] Big pointer stones 'round my neck\n[01:05.62] Light the room like a candle lit (Boom)\n[01:06.75] Don't get too close, 762's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it\n[01:09.52] Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt)\n[01:10.98] You niggas squares like Carlton\n[01:12.21] I'm in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu\n[01:14.06] Inside the whip, orange like Goku\n[01:15.98] Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that's old news\n[01:18.24] These niggas be cappin', no Pro Tools\n[01:19.70] 22, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)\n[01:21.25] Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)\n[01:23.06] Double that shit, and you still won't reach me (Bitch)\n[01:24.72] You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats\n[01:26.48] Right where the coach at, but you can't coach me\n[01:28.28] Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe\n[01:30.10] Please name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)\n[01:31.91] Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up\n[01:33.70] Niggas stay flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up\n[01:35.73] Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick\n[01:37.49] Nine-mil' bullets and 30 rounds\n[01:38.66] Ready to hunt a clown\n[01:39.62] I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember\n[01:41.43] Since when? 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Wintertime, man, I remember December\nWore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\nMy bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)\nSo fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out\nI bought 12 different whips like it's nothin' new\nI keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\nI drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom)\nMy niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt)\nWe buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth\nFuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)\nI took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas\nFuck all of that, I'm the prototype\n\nGrabbin' the wheel, I don't give a fuck (Skrrt)\nNigga want smoke, I hope that it's up\nAimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\nNigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)\nI got like ten different watches I never wear\nMy Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)\nHad the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)\nI know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.30] Told her, \"Don't wait for me\"\n[00:00.82] Your time is up, better save it, please\n[00:02.34] I just ran up me a 80 piece (Ayy)\n[00:03.58] She on her knees suckin' dick like she pray to me\n[00:05.16] Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline\n[00:06.93] In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green\n[00:08.94] Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean\n[00:10.89] Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'\n[00:12.55] He need all his profits, some say that he cocky\n[00:14.36] I know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics\n[00:16.77] Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it\n[00:18.52] 458 'Rari take off like rockets\n[00:20.51] Wide body kit like Buffie the Body\n[00:22.01] All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)\n[00:23.95] My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] I threw 20,000 on 25 strangers\n[00:27.73] Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)\n[00:29.43] My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger\n[00:31.23] I look up to Mom and Mom only\n[00:32.71] I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's\n[00:34.77] My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely\n[00:36.52] My heart got a space the same size as a counter\n[00:38.54] No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (Hot)\n[00:40.33] These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it\n[00:42.18] See they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs\n[00:44.95] I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers\n[00:47.29] Head first in the gutter (Yeah)\n[00:48.25] If it's for the guap, fettucine\n[00:49.60] Might cop a new truck, cream like Alfredo Linguini\n[00:51.87] These new niggas weenies\n[00:52.89] The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie\n[00:54.68] She rub on my groin like there might be a genie\n[00:56.40] I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama\n[00:58.23] I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas\n[01:00.18] Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (Yeah)\n[01:02.36] I pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah)\n[01:04.17] Big pointer stones 'round my neck\n[01:05.62] Light the room like a candle lit (Boom)\n[01:06.75] Don't get too close, 762's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it\n[01:09.52] Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt)\n[01:10.98] You niggas squares like Carlton\n[01:12.21] I'm in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu\n[01:14.06] Inside the whip, orange like Goku\n[01:15.98] Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that's old news\n[01:18.24] These niggas be cappin', no Pro Tools\n[01:19.70] 22, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)\n[01:21.25] Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)\n[01:23.06] Double that shit, and you still won't reach me (Bitch)\n[01:24.72] You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats\n[01:26.48] Right where the coach at, but you can't coach me\n[01:28.28] Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe\n[01:30.10] Please name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)\n[01:31.91] Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up\n[01:33.70] Niggas stay flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up\n[01:35.73] Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick\n[01:37.49] Nine-mil' bullets and 30 rounds\n[01:38.66] Ready to hunt a clown\n[01:39.62] I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember\n[01:41.43] Since when? Wintertime, man, I remember December\n[01:43.65] Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\n[01:45.40] My bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (Woo)\n[01:47.31] So fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n[01:49.35] 'Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock 'em out\n[01:51.11] I bought 12 different whips like it's nothin' new\n[01:53.05] I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\n[01:54.73] I drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (Boom)\n[01:56.57] My niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (Brrt)\n[01:58.42] We buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth\n[02:00.14] Fuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (Go)\n[02:02.22] I took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas\n[02:03.83] Fuck all of that, I'm the prototype\n[02:05.22] Grabbin' the wheel, I don't give a fuck (Skrrt)\n[02:06.94] Nigga want smoke, I hope that it's up\n[02:08.79] Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\n[02:11.00] Nigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)\n[02:12.58] I got like ten different watches I never wear\n[02:14.49] My Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)\n[02:16.35] Had the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)\n[02:18.45] I know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, 'pare, 'pare)\n[02:21.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Demon Time\n  artist: Lil Yachty Feat. 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Wintertime and I remembered December\n  start_ms: 101460\n  end_ms: 103550\n- text: Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\n  start_ms: 103550\n  end_ms: 105360\n- text: My - was on set lookin' mighty tender\n  start_ms: 105360\n  end_ms: 107120\n- text: So - what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n  start_ms: 107120\n  end_ms: 109290\n- text: '''Fore I get out of body, and I knock ''em out'\n  start_ms: 109290\n  end_ms: 111030\n- text: I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new\n  start_ms: 111030\n  end_ms: 112950\n- text: I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\n  start_ms: 112950\n  end_ms: 114840\n- text: I drop bombs on a -, I'm not DJ Clue\n  start_ms: 114840\n  end_ms: 116580\n- text: My - bangin' red, it's the way of life\n  start_ms: 116580\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: We buyin' guns like it's illegal owning knifes\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 120220\n- text: '- My Asian, she makin'' me jasmine rice'\n  start_ms: 120220\n  end_ms: 121740\n- text: I took a whole lot of slander from -, broke -\n  start_ms: 121740\n  end_ms: 123900\n- text: '- All of that, I''m the prototype'\n  start_ms: 123900\n  end_ms: 125280\n- text: Grabbin' the wheel, I give a -\n  start_ms: 125280\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: '- Want smoke, I hope that it''s up'\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 128820\n- text: Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\n  start_ms: 128820\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: '- Gon'' knuck if you buck'\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 132720\n- text: I got like ten different watches I never wear\n  start_ms: 132720\n  end_ms: 134610\n- text: My Louis mono, not no Damier\n  start_ms: 134610\n  end_ms: 136490\n- text: At the penthouse with three different concierge\n  start_ms: 136490\n  end_ms: 138510\n- text: I know all of my haters cannot compare\n  start_ms: 138510\n  end_ms: 145530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145530\nplain: |-\n  Told her, \"Don't wait for me\"\n  Your time is up, better save it, please\n  I just ran up me a eighty piece (Ayy)\n  She on her knees suckin' - like she pray to me\n  Doggin' that - 'til her face full of Maybelline\n  In my cup, maybe it's -, we don't do no green\n  Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean\n\n  Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'\n  He need all his profits, some say that he cocky\n  I know that he got it, he flew a - out from the tropics\n  Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it\n  458 'Rari take off like rockets\n  Wide body kit like Buffie the Body\n\n  All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty\n  My Mexican - treat me like Liberace\n  I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers\n  Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger\n  My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger\n  I look up to mom and mom only\n  I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's\n  My - give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely\n\n  My heart got a space the same size as a condo\n  No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet\n  These rappers two-faced so bad, I could peel it\n  And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs\n  I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers\n  Head first in the gutter\n  If it's for the guap, fettucine\n  Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini\n\n  These new - weenies\n  The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie\n  She rub on my gold like there might be a genie\n  I can't take a bad dressin' - to my mama\n  I might take the - from the hood to Bahamas\n  Show her 'bout the world, this - here ain't even my girl\n\n  I pass the - off, let the homie go handle it\n  Big pointer stones 'round my neck\n  Light the room like a candle lit\n  Don't get too close, 7.62's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it\n  Masked up, no Rip Hamilton\n  You - squares like Carlton\n  I'm in Bel-Air, posted at Nobu\n  Inside the whip, orange like Goku\n\n  Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the -, that's old news\n  These - be cappin', no Pro Tools\n  Twenty-two, - and I look like a mogul\n  Got more money than your whole family tree\n  Double that -, and you still won't reach me\n  You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats\n  Right where the coach at, but you can't coach me\n  Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe\n  Please, name a - who really can stop me (on God)\n\n  Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up\n  - Big flexin', they -, I'ma look her up\n  Hook her up, - her down, got a new stick\n  Nine-mil' bullets and thirty rounds\n  Ready to hunt a clown\n  I been that - since, uh, I can't remember\n  Since when? Wintertime and I remembered December\n  Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender\n  My - was on set lookin' mighty tender\n\n  So - what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth\n  'Fore I get out of body, and I knock 'em out\n  I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new\n  I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue\n  I drop bombs on a -, I'm not DJ Clue\n  My - bangin' red, it's the way of life\n  We buyin' guns like it's illegal owning knifes\n  - My Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice\n\n  I took a whole lot of slander from -, broke -\n  - All of that, I'm the prototype\n  Grabbin' the wheel, I give a -\n  - Want smoke, I hope that it's up\n  Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck\n  - Gon' knuck if you buck\n\n  I got like ten different watches I never wear\n  My Louis mono, not no Damier\n  At the penthouse with three different concierge\n  I know all of my haters cannot compare\n"}]