[{"id":22248983,"name":"Candlewick","trackName":"Candlewick","artistName":"Millyz","albumName":"Candlewick","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Damn, Cheme, how you do that?\nYeah\n\nI spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month (Yeah)\nI fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one (Uh)\nCan't put a switchy on that shit\nCause you don't got the right gun (Brrt)\nLil' blood stain on these kicks look like Supreme White 1's (Woo)\nYou talkin' crazy off that nose candy?\nWe gon' wipe one (Gon' wipe one)\nI pour this Wock' in first class\nAnd sleep until the flight's done (Aye)\nI don't even want that bitch, I want the short, dyke one\nRan up a quarter in, like, ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run (Flll)\nI put diamonds on my hoes, I like all my bitches lit (Yеah)\nLil' broski off the meds, evеrybody gettin' hit (Bah, bah, bah)\nBustin' down a brick of f—, everybody gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)\nShe keep blowin' up my line, someone tell him 'get his bitch (Woo)\nYou ain't really in this mob (No)\nYou ain't get your finger pricked (Mob)\nHow you know them Percs is real? (Wild)\nYou ain't even see the 'script (Wow)\nI ain't been to sleep in weeks (Tss)\nI'ma probably need some Tris (Yeah)\nI'ma probably need some Wock' (Dead ass), bitch\nI'ma probably need some top (Yeah)\nMy shooter like John Cena, he be out here slammin' shit (Slam)\nEverybody say they want that smoke 'til it get cancerous\nDrippin' on the daily, fire on me like a candlewick\nYour man would probably be alive if y'all was never ambushin'\nReal chicken chaser, bad bitch taker (Yeah)\nThey call me Sosa Baby and my neck and wrist is blinging (Uh, uh)\nThey know I'm good at balling, pull up, Forgiatos crawling\nShut the fuck up, I hate when broke niggas talkin' (Shut the fuck up)\nDippin' through my city, five-hundred thou' in all fifties\nYoung, rich-ass nigga pull up in that foreign, tripping\nAnd I came from the dirt, my favorite day the first\nThey taught me how to run that dog shit up, that's what I learned (Uh)\nNigga, I was in the trap when Sidekicks was hot\nAnd when I die, I wish they could bury me\nWith my fuckin' pot (Trap or die)\nYeah, I'm makin' so much cash\nThey think I'm makin' cash (They think I'm makin' cash)\nI bought two Maybachs back to back, shit\nI've been spankin' ass (Shit, I've been spankin' ass)\nI had to go get me some racks\nWhen mommy threw me out (Mommy threw me out)\nI woke up to some new money, yeah\nLike my tooth was out (Just like my tooth was out)\nAnd Quanny with no money, that's like Kobe with no rings (The fuck?)\nI made an oath that I won't lack 'cause I see shooters bleed\nI wake up, look in the mirror, and I see dollar signs\nFree the savages, keep the rats in there until they die\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh)\nUh, uh, uh\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh, uh)\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\nI spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month\nI fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one\nRan up a quarter in like ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.79] Damn, Cheme, how you do that?\n[00:08.51] Yeah\n[00:10.55] I spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month (Yeah)\n[00:14.26] I fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one (Uh)\n[00:17.06] Can't put a switchy on that shit\n[00:18.66] Cause you don't got the right gun (Brrt)\n[00:20.18] Lil' blood stain on these kicks look like Supreme White 1's (Woo)\n[00:23.02] You talkin' crazy off that nose candy?\n[00:25.02] We gon' wipe one (Gon' wipe one)\n[00:26.24] I pour this Wock' in first class\n[00:27.79] And sleep until the flight's done (Aye)\n[00:29.03] I don't even want that bitch, I want the short, dyke one\n[00:31.91] Ran up a quarter in, like, ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run (Flll)\n[00:34.73] I put diamonds on my hoes, I like all my bitches lit (Yеah)\n[00:38.33] Lil' broski off the meds, evеrybody gettin' hit (Bah, bah, bah)\n[00:41.08] Bustin' down a brick of f—, everybody gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)\n[00:44.27] She keep blowin' up my line, someone tell him 'get his bitch (Woo)\n[00:47.05] You ain't really in this mob (No)\n[00:48.80] You ain't get your finger pricked (Mob)\n[00:49.94] How you know them Percs is real? (Wild)\n[00:51.97] You ain't even see the 'script (Wow)\n[00:53.06] I ain't been to sleep in weeks (Tss)\n[00:54.75] I'ma probably need some Tris (Yeah)\n[00:56.03] I'ma probably need some Wock' (Dead ass), bitch\n[00:57.86] I'ma probably need some top (Yeah)\n[00:58.85] My shooter like John Cena, he be out here slammin' shit (Slam)\n[01:01.81] Everybody say they want that smoke 'til it get cancerous\n[01:04.57] Drippin' on the daily, fire on me like a candlewick\n[01:07.38] Your man would probably be alive if y'all was never ambushin'\n[01:10.32] Real chicken chaser, bad bitch taker (Yeah)\n[01:13.69] They call me Sosa Baby and my neck and wrist is blinging (Uh, uh)\n[01:16.96] They know I'm good at balling, pull up, Forgiatos crawling\n[01:19.22] Shut the fuck up, I hate when broke niggas talkin' (Shut the fuck up)\n[01:22.63] Dippin' through my city, five-hundred thou' in all fifties\n[01:25.22] Young, rich-ass nigga pull up in that foreign, tripping\n[01:28.37] And I came from the dirt, my favorite day the first\n[01:31.20] They taught me how to run that dog shit up, that's what I learned (Uh)\n[01:34.09] Nigga, I was in the trap when Sidekicks was hot\n[01:36.99] And when I die, I wish they could bury me\n[01:39.03] With my fuckin' pot (Trap or die)\n[01:40.13] Yeah, I'm makin' so much cash\n[01:42.08] They think I'm makin' cash (They think I'm makin' cash)\n[01:43.56] I bought two Maybachs back to back, shit\n[01:44.94] I've been spankin' ass (Shit, I've been spankin' ass)\n[01:46.30] I had to go get me some racks\n[01:47.89] When mommy threw me out (Mommy threw me out)\n[01:49.02] I woke up to some new money, yeah\n[01:50.98] Like my tooth was out (Just like my tooth was out)\n[01:52.15] And Quanny with no money, that's like Kobe with no rings (The fuck?)\n[01:54.42] I made an oath that I won't lack 'cause I see shooters bleed\n[01:57.41] I wake up, look in the mirror, and I see dollar signs\n[02:00.32] Free the savages, keep the rats in there until they die\n[02:03.49] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\n[02:06.17] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh)\n[02:09.25] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:11.85] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh, uh)\n[02:17.92] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\n[02:21.06] I spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month\n[02:23.61] I fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one\n[02:29.09] Ran up a quarter in like ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run\n[02:34.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Candlewick\n  artist: Millyz\n  album: Candlewick\n  duration_ms: 162000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Damn, Cheme, how you do that?\n  start_ms: 4790\n  end_ms: 8510\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 8510\n  end_ms: 10550\n- text: I spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 10550\n  end_ms: 14260\n- text: I fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one (Uh)\n  start_ms: 14260\n  end_ms: 17060\n- text: Can't put a switchy on that shit\n  start_ms: 17060\n  end_ms: 18660\n- text: Cause you don't got the right gun (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 18660\n  end_ms: 20180\n- text: Lil' blood stain on these kicks look like Supreme White 1's (Woo)\n  start_ms: 20180\n  end_ms: 23020\n- text: You talkin' crazy off that nose candy?\n  start_ms: 23020\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: We gon' wipe one (Gon' wipe one)\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 26240\n- text: I pour this Wock' in first class\n  start_ms: 26240\n  end_ms: 27790\n- text: And sleep until the flight's done (Aye)\n  start_ms: 27790\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: I don't even want that bitch, I want the short, dyke one\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 31910\n- text: Ran up a quarter in, like, ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run (Flll)\n  start_ms: 31910\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: I put diamonds on my hoes, I like all my bitches lit (Yеah)\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 38330\n- text: Lil' broski off the meds, evеrybody gettin' hit (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 38330\n  end_ms: 41080\n- text: Bustin' down a brick of f—, everybody gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)\n  start_ms: 41080\n  end_ms: 44270\n- text: She keep blowin' up my line, someone tell him 'get his bitch (Woo)\n  start_ms: 44270\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: You ain't really in this mob (No)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 48800\n- text: You ain't get your finger pricked (Mob)\n  start_ms: 48800\n  end_ms: 49940\n- text: How you know them Percs is real? 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(Wild)\nYou ain't even see the 'script (Wow)\nI ain't been to sleep in weeks (Tss)\nI'ma probably need some Tris (Yeah)\nI'ma probably need some Wock' (Dead ass), bitch\nI'ma probably need some top (Yeah)\nMy shooter like John Cena, he be out here slammin' shit (Slam)\nEverybody say they want that smoke 'til it get cancerous\nDrippin' on the daily, fire on me like a candlewick\nYour man would probably be alive if y'all was never ambushin'\nReal chicken chaser, bad bitch taker (Yeah)\nThey call me Sosa Baby and my neck and wrist is blinging (Uh, uh)\nThey know I'm good at balling, pull up, Forgiatos crawling\nShut the fuck up, I hate when broke niggas talkin' (Shut the fuck up)\nDippin' through my city, five-hundred thou' in all fifties\nYoung, rich-ass nigga pull up in that foreign, tripping\nAnd I came from the dirt, my favorite day the first\nThey taught me how to run that dog shit up, that's what I learned (Uh)\nNigga, I was in the trap when Sidekicks was hot\nAnd when I die, I wish they could bury me\nWith my fuckin' pot (Trap or die)\nYeah, I'm makin' so much cash\nThey think I'm makin' cash (They think I'm makin' cash)\nI bought two Maybachs back to back, shit\nI've been spankin' ass (Shit, I've been spankin' ass)\nI had to go get me some racks\nWhen mommy threw me out (Mommy threw me out)\nI woke up to some new money, yeah\nLike my tooth was out (Just like my tooth was out)\nAnd Quanny with no money, that's like Kobe with no rings (The fuck?)\nI made an oath that I won't lack 'cause I see shooters bleed\nI wake up, look in the mirror, and I see dollar signs\nFree the savages, keep the rats in there until they die\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh)\nUh, uh, uh\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh, uh)\nIf you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\nI spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month\nI fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one\nRan up a quarter in like ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.77] Damn, Cheme, how you do that?\n[00:08.51] Yeah\n[00:10.57] I spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month (Yeah)\n[00:14.24] I fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one (Uh)\n[00:17.01] Can't put a switchy on that shit\n[00:18.68] Cause you don't got the right gun (Brrt)\n[00:20.15] Lil' blood stain on these kicks look like Supreme White 1's (Woo)\n[00:23.02] You talkin' crazy off that nose candy?\n[00:25.00] We gon' wipe one (Gon' wipe one)\n[00:26.26] I pour this Wock' in first class\n[00:27.72] And sleep until the flight's done (Aye)\n[00:29.07] I don't even want that bitch, I want the short, dyke one\n[00:31.92] Ran up a quarter in, like, ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run (Flll)\n[00:34.77] I put diamonds on my hoes, I like all my bitches lit (Yеah)\n[00:38.38] Lil' broski off the meds, evеrybody gettin' hit (Bah, bah, bah)\n[00:41.09] Bustin' down a brick of f—, everybody gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)\n[00:44.27] She keep blowin' up my line, someone tell him 'get his bitch (Woo)\n[00:47.00] You ain't really in this mob (No)\n[00:48.74] You ain't get your finger pricked (Mob)\n[00:49.92] How you know them Percs is real? (Wild)\n[00:51.91] You ain't even see the 'script (Wow)\n[00:53.08] I ain't been to sleep in weeks (Tss)\n[00:54.70] I'ma probably need some Tris (Yeah)\n[00:56.05] I'ma probably need some Wock' (Dead ass), bitch\n[00:57.86] I'ma probably need some top (Yeah)\n[00:58.86] My shooter like John Cena, he be out here slammin' shit (Slam)\n[01:01.86] Everybody say they want that smoke 'til it get cancerous\n[01:04.59] Drippin' on the daily, fire on me like a candlewick\n[01:07.33] Your man would probably be alive if y'all was never ambushin'\n[01:10.33] Real chicken chaser, bad bitch taker (Yeah)\n[01:13.64] They call me Sosa Baby and my neck and wrist is blinging (Uh, uh)\n[01:16.99] They know I'm good at balling, pull up, Forgiatos crawling\n[01:19.24] Shut the fuck up, I hate when broke niggas talkin' (Shut the fuck up)\n[01:22.60] Dippin' through my city, five-hundred thou' in all fifties\n[01:25.23] Young, rich-ass nigga pull up in that foreign, tripping\n[01:28.33] And I came from the dirt, my favorite day the first\n[01:31.19] They taught me how to run that dog shit up, that's what I learned (Uh)\n[01:34.07] Nigga, I was in the trap when Sidekicks was hot\n[01:36.95] And when I die, I wish they could bury me\n[01:39.10] With my fuckin' pot (Trap or die)\n[01:40.13] Yeah, I'm makin' so much cash\n[01:42.07] They think I'm makin' cash (They think I'm makin' cash)\n[01:43.57] I bought two Maybachs back to back, shit\n[01:44.95] I've been spankin' ass (Shit, I've been spankin' ass)\n[01:46.33] I had to go get me some racks\n[01:47.85] When mommy threw me out (Mommy threw me out)\n[01:49.04] I woke up to some new money, yeah\n[01:50.90] Like my tooth was out (Just like my tooth was out)\n[01:52.16] And Quanny with no money, that's like Kobe with no rings (The fuck?)\n[01:54.47] I made an oath that I won't lack 'cause I see shooters bleed\n[01:57.41] I wake up, look in the mirror, and I see dollar signs\n[02:00.38] Free the savages, keep the rats in there until they die\n[02:03.45] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\n[02:06.11] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh)\n[02:09.23] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:11.82] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh, uh)\n[02:17.98] If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\n[02:21.10] I spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month\n[02:23.70] I fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one\n[02:29.10] Ran up a quarter in like ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run\n[02:34.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Candlewick feat. 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(Wild)\n  You ain't even see the 'script (Wow)\n  I ain't been to sleep in weeks (Tss)\n  I'ma probably need some Tris (Yeah)\n  I'ma probably need some Wock' (Dead ass), bitch\n  I'ma probably need some top (Yeah)\n  My shooter like John Cena, he be out here slammin' shit (Slam)\n  Everybody say they want that smoke 'til it get cancerous\n  Drippin' on the daily, fire on me like a candlewick\n  Your man would probably be alive if y'all was never ambushin'\n  Real chicken chaser, bad bitch taker (Yeah)\n  They call me Sosa Baby and my neck and wrist is blinging (Uh, uh)\n  They know I'm good at balling, pull up, Forgiatos crawling\n  Shut the fuck up, I hate when broke niggas talkin' (Shut the fuck up)\n  Dippin' through my city, five-hundred thou' in all fifties\n  Young, rich-ass nigga pull up in that foreign, tripping\n  And I came from the dirt, my favorite day the first\n  They taught me how to run that dog shit up, that's what I learned (Uh)\n  Nigga, I was in the trap when Sidekicks was hot\n  And when I die, I wish they could bury me\n  With my fuckin' pot (Trap or die)\n  Yeah, I'm makin' so much cash\n  They think I'm makin' cash (They think I'm makin' cash)\n  I bought two Maybachs back to back, shit\n  I've been spankin' ass (Shit, I've been spankin' ass)\n  I had to go get me some racks\n  When mommy threw me out (Mommy threw me out)\n  I woke up to some new money, yeah\n  Like my tooth was out (Just like my tooth was out)\n  And Quanny with no money, that's like Kobe with no rings (The fuck?)\n  I made an oath that I won't lack 'cause I see shooters bleed\n  I wake up, look in the mirror, and I see dollar signs\n  Free the savages, keep the rats in there until they die\n  If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\n  If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh)\n  Uh, uh, uh\n  If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky (Uh, uh, uh)\n  If you a rich nigga, hold your wrist up in the sky\n  I spent fifty-thou' on clothes and that's just in a light month\n  I fucked fifty-thousand hoes and I ain't even wife one\n  Ran up a quarter in like ninety days, yeah, that's a nice run\n"}]