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where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n[00:37.21] Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh)\n[00:39.97] Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh\n[00:42.41] I don't give a fuck what the lames say, uh\n[00:44.86] Old girl wanna give the boy head\n[00:46.68] How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?\n[00:49.79] I can't fuck a ho, I'd rather self-love instead\n[00:52.37] Can't save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)\n[00:55.60] Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)\n[00:58.13] Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh\n[01:00.61] I ain't just tryna get a nut off\n[01:02.71] Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off\n[01:05.08] Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut\n[01:08.31] Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n[01:10.26] Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n[01:12.35] It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n[01:14.96] Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)\n[01:18.56] Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n[01:20.08] Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n[01:22.22] It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n[01:24.62] Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh)\n[01:27.43] Like (Ah)\n[01:28.48] Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)\n[01:30.83] Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread\n[01:33.30] I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi\n[01:34.82] A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain't a little nutty?\n[01:38.33] Everybody be like that sometimes\n[01:40.98] You can hear it in me in some rhymes\n[01:42.97] I ain't bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was\n[01:45.75] Cause that level of genius the meanest\n[01:47.89] Nobody fuckin' around with that flow\n[01:49.03] When I spit it, you know it's the cleanest, uh\n[01:51.17] All my haters can suck my penis\n[01:52.96] Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas\n[01:55.35] From SOB's in NYC\n[01:57.13] To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden\n[01:59.95] Pardon my ego, uh\n[02:01.74] 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one-uh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 87430\n- text: Like (Ah)\n  start_ms: 87430\n  end_ms: 88480\n- text: Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)\n  start_ms: 88480\n  end_ms: 90830\n- text: Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread\n  start_ms: 90830\n  end_ms: 93300\n- text: I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi\n  start_ms: 93300\n  end_ms: 94820\n- text: A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain't a little nutty?\n  start_ms: 94820\n  end_ms: 98330\n- text: Everybody be like that sometimes\n  start_ms: 98330\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: You can hear it in me in some rhymes\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 102970\n- text: I ain't bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was\n  start_ms: 102970\n  end_ms: 105750\n- text: Cause that level of genius the meanest\n  start_ms: 105750\n  end_ms: 107890\n- text: Nobody fuckin' around with that flow\n  start_ms: 107890\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: When I spit it, you know it's the cleanest, uh\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 111170\n- text: All my haters can suck my penis\n  start_ms: 111170\n  end_ms: 112960\n- text: Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas\n  start_ms: 112960\n  end_ms: 115350\n- text: From SOB's in NYC\n  start_ms: 115350\n  end_ms: 117130\n- text: To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden\n  start_ms: 117130\n  end_ms: 119950\n- text: Pardon my ego, uh\n  start_ms: 119950\n  end_ms: 121740\n- text: Maybe it's the weed smoke\n  start_ms: 121740\n  end_ms: 122900\n- text: Maybe it's the beat though\n  start_ms: 122900\n  end_ms: 124460\n- text: If I draw it in the sand\n  start_ms: 124460\n  end_ms: 126070\n- text: Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh\n  start_ms: 126070\n  end_ms: 128510\n- text: Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n  start_ms: 128510\n  end_ms: 130580\n- text: Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n  start_ms: 130580\n  end_ms: 132650\n- text: It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n  start_ms: 132650\n  end_ms: 135210\n- text: Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh, woo, uh)\n  start_ms: 135210\n  end_ms: 138840\n- text: Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n  start_ms: 138840\n  end_ms: 140420\n- text: Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n  start_ms: 140420\n  end_ms: 142870\n- text: It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n  start_ms: 142870\n  end_ms: 145390\n- text: Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 145390\n  end_ms: 147890\n- text: Like (Ah)\n  start_ms: 147890\n  end_ms: 148790\n- text: Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)\n  start_ms: 148790\n  end_ms: 151020\n- text: Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread\n  start_ms: 151020\n  end_ms: 154030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 154030\nplain: |-\n  Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n  Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n  It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n  Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh, ah, uh, uh)\n  Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n  Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n  It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n  Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh)\n\n  Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh\n  I don't give a fuck what the lames say, uh\n  Old girl wanna give the boy head\n  How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?\n  I can't fuck a ho, I'd rather self-love instead\n  Can't save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)\n  Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)\n  Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh\n  I ain't just tryna get a nut off\n  Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off\n  Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut\n\n  Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n  Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n  It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n  Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)\n  Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n  Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n  It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)\n  Bumping N.W.A. on the one o one-uh (Uh)\n\n  Like (Ah)\n  Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)\n  Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread\n\n  I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi\n  A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain't a little nutty?\n  Everybody be like that sometimes\n  You can hear it in me in some rhymes\n  I ain't bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was\n  Cause that level of genius the meanest\n  Nobody fuckin' around with that flow\n  When I spit it, you know it's the cleanest, uh\n  All my haters can suck my penis\n  Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas\n  From SOB's in NYC\n  To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden\n  Pardon my ego, uh\n  Maybe it's the weed smoke\n  Maybe it's the beat though\n  If I draw it in the sand\n  Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh\n\n  Five hundred thousand for a one-off\n  Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)\n  It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off 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