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Bang!\n[01:40.13] Oh, man in Chiraq!)\n[01:45.14] Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it\n[01:48.20] Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret\n[01:51.38] Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret\n[01:54.64] That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it\n[01:58.09] Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out\n[02:01.43] I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout\n[02:04.68] Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out\n[02:07.81] Four birds in the trap like\n[02:08.96] 4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild sauce\n[02:11.16] Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks\n[02:14.06] IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet\n[02:17.12] Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek\n[02:20.75] Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee\n[02:24.23] Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right\n[02:27.82] Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe\n[02:30.74] He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched\n[02:33.50] Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back\n[02:35.00] In Chiraq, don't come here\n[02:36.51] You ain't from here? Don't come here!\n[02:38.13] Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this\n[02:40.83] No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him\n[02:43.09] 30 punch like Tyson\n[02:44.98] Back to the rap flow, hot shit\n[02:46.37] Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks\n[02:48.25] Every city I go, got sticks\n[02:50.00] Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks\n[02:51.53] Say I'm on top now, no shit\n[02:52.84] You can never say I, wife shit\n[02:54.96] I don't even like shit\n[02:55.99] I just pipe shit\n[02:57.28] One night shit\n[02:57.80] LA with killas and thuggers\n[02:59.19] New York SlowBucks them my brothers\n[03:00.56] A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger\n[03:02.54] We gonna shoot up in public\n[03:04.29] And they gotta urge to take\n[03:05.79] Chiraq, look at the murder rate\n[03:07.33] 500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48\n[03:09.30] You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim\n[03:11.86] Everybody trynna get a hold of him\n[03:13.49] Bad bitches, they be in Benz\n[03:15.07] I knock ‘em down like bowling pins\n[03:17.19] Feds snatch me, I don't know them\n[03:18.64] Real nigga, on 4nem\n[03:20.30] Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim\n[03:21.81] Hangin' out the tank with Slow and them\n[03:23.79] Come take a trip to D.C\n[03:25.21] Hear a lot of Me and see GG\n[03:26.72] I'm the big dog\n[03:27.80] I'm ringing off\n[03:28.53] Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece\n[03:30.25] \"Glizzy, Why you ain't D.C.?\"\n[03:31.90] \"Who said I ain't D.C.?\"\n[03:33.42] Fuck ya bitch to my CD\n[03:35.02] She lemme record her like Mimi\n[03:36.75] A nigga playin', it's lights out\n[03:38.12] Oo, Shine got me iced out\n[03:40.16] Stay low, cause the mice out\n[03:41.70] You only get fly when the Mikes out\n[03:43.29] Wait till it get nice out\n[03:44.75] Tell Chino bring the bikes out\n[03:46.48] Got 50 guns in my trap house\n[03:47.89] You better off fucking with the White House\n[03:49.65] I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking world\n[03:51.24] I got plenty money, I got plenty girls\n[03:53.04] Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks\n[03:54.44] And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl\n[03:56.54] Had her come to us with the marble peals\n[03:58.08] Glock 23, treat her like my girl\n[03:59.54] 357, that bitch just twirl\n[04:01.21] Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald\n[04:03.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meek Mill Ft. 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30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us\n  Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas\n  Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas\n  I don't know if y'all heard about what my homie do with that 30 out\n  Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out\n  I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about\n  Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth\n  He come to your house and start swervin' out\n  Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank\n  Only time its mayhem when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank\n\n  Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint\n  Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled pussy!\n\n  (Yeah, Meek what up? Bang!\n  Oh, man in Chiraq!)\n  Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it\n  Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret\n  Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret\n  That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it\n  Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out\n  I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout\n  Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out\n  Four birds in the trap like\n  4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild sauce\n  Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks\n  IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet\n  Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek\n  Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee\n  Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right\n  Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe\n  He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched\n  Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back\n  In Chiraq, don't come here\n  You ain't from here? Don't come here!\n  Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this\n  No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him\n  30 punch like Tyson\n  Back to the rap flow, hot shit\n  Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks\n  Every city I go, got sticks\n  Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks\n  Say I'm on top now, no shit\n  You can never say I, wife shit\n  I don't even like shit\n  I just pipe shit\n  One night shit\n  LA with killas and thuggers\n\n  New York SlowBucks them my brothers\n  A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger\n\n  We gonna shoot up in public\n  And they gotta urge to take\n  Chiraq, look at the murder rate\n  500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48\n\n  You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim\n  Everybody trynna get a hold of him\n  Bad bitches, they be in Benz\n  I knock 'em down like bowling pins\n  Feds snatch me, I don't know them\n  Real nigga, on 4nem\n  Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim\n  Hangin' out the tank with Slow and them\n  Come take a trip to D.C\n  Hear a lot of Me and see GG\n  I'm the big dog\n  I'm ringing off\n  Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece\n  \"Glizzy, Why you ain't D.C.?\"\n  \"Who said I ain't D.C.?\"\n  Fuck ya bitch to my CD\n  She lemme record her like Mimi\n  A nigga playin', it's lights out\n  Oo, Shine got me iced out\n  Stay low, cause the mice out\n  You only get fly when the Mikes out\n  Wait till it get nice out\n  Tell Chino bring the bikes out\n  Got 50 guns in my trap house\n  You better off fucking with the White House\n  I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking world\n  I got plenty money, I got plenty girls\n  Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks\n  And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl\n  Had her come to us with the marble peals\n  Glock 23, treat her like my girl\n  357, that bitch just twirl\n  Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald\n"},{"id":3595723,"name":"Chiraq","trackName":"Chiraq","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Unreleased Killadelphia Muzik","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You fuck around get smoked\nYou fuck around, you fuck around\nYou fuck around get smoked, nigga\nYou fuck around get smoked\nUh, niggas know the rules in my hood\nIf you touch me you get murked\nWe ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first\nG-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the church\nMomma stressin', sellin' dinner platers\nTryna get your casket and get ya hearse\nLast nigga that slid on us got dropped on it, he told on us\nEvery nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us\nNaw nigga, no 1 on 1's, we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em\nVS stones and Cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em\nWe ain't swingin' no flag, nigga\nWe ain't need no pass, nigga\nGlock 40 with a thirty clip and a laser on it, play tag with us\nEverybody wanna talk bricks\n'Til them feds swoop in and grab niggas\nDream Chasers got into somethin'\nWe don't ever blink 'cause we trash niggas\nI don't know if y'all heard 'bout what my homie do with that 30 out\nDeen Buck still in the cut and the state fittin' to let Ernie out\nI ain't even gotta say nothin'\n'Bout that other homie that you heard about\n'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth\nHe come to your house and start swervin' out\nCatch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank\nOnly time it's Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank\nSummertime it's La Marina with Dominicans goin' in the paint\nPullin' up, screamin' out, \"Dimelo\"\nCatch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, pussy\nYou fuck around get smoked\nYou fuck around, you fuck around\nYou fuck around get smoked, nigga\nYou fuck around get smoked\nYou fuck around, you fuck around\nYou fuck around get smoked\nYeah, gang (let's get it)\nAyy, Meek, what up?\nBang (squad)\nOh, man in Chiraq\nLet's get it (gang)\nNiggas say me and Sosa beefin'\nBut we both eatin', but only one keepin'\nTold Law he take fifteen years\nEvery crime we did we gon' keep it secret\nCan't tweet Teyana, corporate nigga lookin'\nSo what I'm on I gotta keep it secret\nThat face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it\nGripped the 30, just cashed out\nIf you caught slippin' then you assed out\nI'm the same nigga my city asked about\nWhile you in the cut steady buyin' clout\nFuck the judge, let Nine out, hairpin trigger, let Nine out\nFour birds in the trap like four wings at Harold's\nWith fries covered in mild sauce\nEvery time a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks\nIG comments and a couple tweets\nLocation on, we can go and meet\nHeadshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek\nPop a wheelie in N-Y-C, I got the 30 on with my nigga Flee\nHeard Tyga sneak dissin' on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right\nTyga only got one name, but that nigga ain't got one stripe\nHe backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched\nAsk Mally Mall to get his shit back\nIn Chiraq, don't come here\nYou ain't from here? 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dog, I'm ringin' off\nLike Mambo Sauce on a three piece\n\"Glizzy, why you ain't D.C.?\"\nWho said I ain't D.C.?\nFuck ya bitch to my CD\nShe let me record her like Mimi\nA nigga playin', it's lights out\nOoh, shine got me iced out\nStay low 'cause the mice out\nYou only get fly when the Mikes out\nCan't wait 'til it get nice out\nTell Chino bring the bikes out\nGot fifty guns in my trap house\nYou better off fuckin' with the White House\nI'm the realest youngin' in the fuckin' world\nI got plenty money, I got plenty girls\nGot a villa for the week, got fifteen freaks\nAnd they all wanna go for a fuckin' swirl\nHad her come to us with the marble pearls\nGlock 23, treat her like my girl\n357, that bitch just twirl\nMake him catch our shit like Fitzgerald\nYou fuck around get smoked\nYou fuck around, you fuck around\nYou fuck around get smoked, nigga\nYou fuck around get smoked\nYou fuck around, you fuck around\nYou fuck around get smoked","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] You fuck around get 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on us\n  Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us\n  Naw nigga, no 1 on 1's, we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em\n  VS stones and Cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em\n  We ain't swingin' no flag, nigga\n  We ain't need no pass, nigga\n  Glock 40 with a thirty clip and a laser on it, play tag with us\n  Everybody wanna talk bricks\n  'Til them feds swoop in and grab niggas\n  Dream Chasers got into somethin'\n  We don't ever blink 'cause we trash niggas\n  I don't know if y'all heard 'bout what my homie do with that 30 out\n  Deen Buck still in the cut and the state fittin' to let Ernie out\n  I ain't even gotta say nothin'\n  'Bout that other homie that you heard about\n  'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth\n  He come to your house and start swervin' out\n  Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank\n  Only time it's Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank\n  Summertime it's La Marina with Dominicans goin' in the 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Harold's\n  With fries covered in mild sauce\n  Every time a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks\n  IG comments and a couple tweets\n  Location on, we can go and meet\n  Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek\n  Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C, I got the 30 on with my nigga Flee\n  Heard Tyga sneak dissin' on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right\n  Tyga only got one name, but that nigga ain't got one stripe\n  He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched\n  Ask Mally Mall to get his shit back\n  In Chiraq, don't come here\n  You ain't from here? 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Don't come here!\n  start_ms: 156510\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 160830\n- text: No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him\n  start_ms: 160830\n  end_ms: 163090\n- text: 30 punch like Tyson\n  start_ms: 163090\n  end_ms: 164980\n- text: Back to the rap flow, hot shit\n  start_ms: 164980\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 168250\n- text: Every city I go, got sticks\n  start_ms: 168250\n  end_ms: 170000\n- text: Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks\n  start_ms: 170000\n  end_ms: 171530\n- text: Say I'm on top now, no shit\n  start_ms: 171530\n  end_ms: 172840\n- text: You can never say I, wife shit\n  start_ms: 172840\n  end_ms: 174960\n- text: I don't even like shit\n  start_ms: 174960\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: I just pipe shit\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177280\n- text: One night shit\n  start_ms: 177280\n  end_ms: 177800\n- text: LA with killas and thuggers\n  start_ms: 177800\n  end_ms: 179190\n- text: New York SlowBucks them my brothers\n  start_ms: 179190\n  end_ms: 180560\n- text: A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger\n  start_ms: 180560\n  end_ms: 182540\n- text: We gonna shoot up in public\n  start_ms: 182540\n  end_ms: 184290\n- text: And they gotta urge to take\n  start_ms: 184290\n  end_ms: 185790\n- text: Chiraq, look at the murder rate\n  start_ms: 185790\n  end_ms: 187330\n- text: 500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48\n  start_ms: 187330\n  end_ms: 189300\n- text: You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim\n  start_ms: 189300\n  end_ms: 191860\n- text: Everybody trynna get a hold of him\n  start_ms: 191860\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: Bad bitches, they be in Benz\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195070\n- text: I knock ‘em down like bowling pins\n  start_ms: 195070\n  end_ms: 197190\n- text: Feds snatch me, I don't know them\n  start_ms: 197190\n  end_ms: 198640\n- text: Real nigga, on 4nem\n  start_ms: 198640\n  end_ms: 200300\n- text: Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim\n  start_ms: 200300\n  end_ms: 201810\n- text: Hangin' out the tank with Slow and them\n  start_ms: 201810\n  end_ms: 203790\n- text: Come take a trip to D.C\n  start_ms: 203790\n  end_ms: 205210\n- text: Hear a lot of Me and see GG\n  start_ms: 205210\n  end_ms: 206720\n- text: I'm the big dog\n  start_ms: 206720\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: I'm ringing off\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 208530\n- text: Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece\n  start_ms: 208530\n  end_ms: 210250\n- text: '\"Glizzy, Why you ain''t D.C.?\"'\n  start_ms: 210250\n  end_ms: 211900\n- text: '\"Who said I ain''t D.C.?\"'\n  start_ms: 211900\n  end_ms: 213420\n- text: Fuck ya bitch to my CD\n  start_ms: 213420\n  end_ms: 215020\n- text: She lemme record her like Mimi\n  start_ms: 215020\n  end_ms: 216750\n- text: A nigga playin', it's lights out\n  start_ms: 216750\n  end_ms: 218120\n- text: Oo, Shine got me iced out\n  start_ms: 218120\n  end_ms: 220160\n- text: Stay low, cause the mice out\n  start_ms: 220160\n  end_ms: 221700\n- text: You only get fly when the Mikes out\n  start_ms: 221700\n  end_ms: 223290\n- text: Wait till it get nice out\n  start_ms: 223290\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: Tell Chino bring the bikes out\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Got 50 guns in my trap house\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 227890\n- text: You better off fucking with the White House\n  start_ms: 227890\n  end_ms: 229650\n- text: I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking world\n  start_ms: 229650\n  end_ms: 231240\n- text: I got plenty money, I got plenty girls\n  start_ms: 231240\n  end_ms: 233040\n- text: Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks\n  start_ms: 233040\n  end_ms: 234440\n- text: And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl\n  start_ms: 234440\n  end_ms: 236540\n- text: Had her come to us with the marble peals\n  start_ms: 236540\n  end_ms: 238080\n- text: Glock 23, treat her like my girl\n  start_ms: 238080\n  end_ms: 239540\n- text: 357, that bitch just twirl\n  start_ms: 239540\n  end_ms: 241210\n- text: Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald\n  start_ms: 241210\n  end_ms: 243270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243270\nplain: |-\n  You fuck around get smoked\n  You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga\n  You fuck around get smoked\n\n  Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked\n  We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first\n  G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church\n  Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse\n  Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us\n  Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us\n  Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em\n  V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em\n  We ain't swinging no flag, nigga\n  We ain't need no pass, nigga\n  Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us\n  Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas\n  Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas\n  I don't know if y'all heard about what my homie do with that 30 out\n  Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out\n  I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about\n  Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth\n  He come to your house and start swervin' out\n  Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank\n  Only time its mayhem when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank\n\n  Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint\n  Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled pussy!\n\n  (Yeah, Meek what up? Bang!\n  Oh, man in Chiraq!)\n  Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it\n  Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret\n  Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret\n  That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it\n  Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out\n  I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout\n  Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out\n  Four birds in the trap like\n  4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild sauce\n  Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks\n  IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet\n  Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek\n  Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee\n  Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right\n  Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe\n  He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched\n  Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back\n  In Chiraq, don't come here\n  You ain't from here? Don't come here!\n  Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this\n  No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him\n  30 punch like Tyson\n  Back to the rap flow, hot shit\n  Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks\n  Every city I go, got sticks\n  Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks\n  Say I'm on top now, no shit\n  You can never say I, wife shit\n  I don't even like shit\n  I just pipe shit\n  One night shit\n  LA with killas and thuggers\n\n  New York SlowBucks them my brothers\n  A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger\n\n  We gonna shoot up in public\n  And they gotta urge to take\n  Chiraq, look at the murder rate\n  500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48\n\n  You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim\n  Everybody trynna get a hold of him\n  Bad bitches, they be in Benz\n  I knock 'em down like bowling pins\n  Feds snatch me, I don't know them\n  Real nigga, on 4nem\n  Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim\n  Hangin' out the tank with Slow and them\n  Come take a trip to D.C\n  Hear a lot of Me and see GG\n  I'm the big dog\n  I'm ringing off\n  Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece\n  \"Glizzy, Why you ain't D.C.?\"\n  \"Who said I ain't D.C.?\"\n  Fuck ya bitch to my CD\n  She lemme record her like Mimi\n  A nigga playin', it's lights out\n  Oo, Shine got me iced out\n  Stay low, cause the mice out\n  You only get fly when the Mikes out\n  Wait till it get nice out\n  Tell Chino bring the bikes out\n  Got 50 guns in my trap house\n  You better off fucking with the White House\n  I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking world\n  I got plenty money, I got plenty girls\n  Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks\n  And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl\n  Had her come to us with the marble peals\n  Glock 23, treat her like my girl\n  357, that bitch just twirl\n  Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald\n"}]