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(brrt)\n[00:47.12] Took me a loss, now they addin' me up, you had counted me out, man, just keep it a buck\n[00:51.02] Straight on a nigga, not dappin' you up, if you reach for my hand, then we packin' you up (brrt)\n[00:54.65] I got a feelin', if I know it's somethin', you settin' me up, then we sendin' you up (brrt)\n[00:58.59] C'mon, reach for my chain, do what master used to do in them days\n[01:02.64] Whip 'em, flip 'em, air lift 'em, 'migo get 'em, Skippa Da Flippa\n[01:06.28] Shakin' him down, that boy a stripper (stripper), this is the life of a Grape Street Cripper\n[01:09.85] Keep on yo' pants, give me them grippers (grip, grip, grip)\n[01:11.94] If she suck dick good, I gotta tip her, she call me baba (baba)\n[01:15.60] She grippin' the sheets while I'm grippin' the chopper (c'mon)\n[01:17.90] Ain't trustin' no thot-thot (thot-thot), yeah, know she a opp, but her pussy aqua (c'mon)\n[01:21.55] If she send the drop, wait 'til they pop up, and then they get shot up (brrt)\n[01:24.94] Yeah, I know the plot (plot), but plot twist, I'ma shoot 'til it lock up (brrt)\n[01:28.51] Still tippin', water whippin', dash digit, go 250\n[01:32.44] Hm, talkin' down on me, tell them boys, \"Get up with me\"\n[01:36.37] They havin' secret smoke, bring it to light, niggas just said\n[01:39.75] Yeah, two C-Grape, I'm like Lil Baby (c'mon)\n[01:42.06] C-Grape to me like Ced, damn, they thought I lost it (I lost)\n[01:45.91] Them boys ranned off with my style, had to get a whole 'nother wave, now I'm back on it\n[01:50.37] Them boys pissed in the toilet, hmm, they ain't really even on shit\n[01:54.20] Same nigga said I wasn't this and that, I headshotted his homie (brrt)\n[01:57.40] Baow, another one, baow, another one, baow, I ain't know he was dead, but God did\n[02:01.86] My lil' nigga 15, he'll lay on yo' house, I call him the spot kid (spot kid)\n[02:05.78] I wanna get active, hmm, tired of speakin' on the work that I put in\n[02:09.47] So spin, spin, sp-, c'mon, spin, 'pin, spin, spin\n[02:13.53] Third gen, FN, evil twin, sin, sin, Perc' 10 with the fin\n[02:18.93] Hah-ooh, blow like wind, Ben 10, I changed, man\n[02:22.78] Fin, fin, fin, fin, thought I was done, but I did it again (brrt)\n[02:26.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: CMON FREESTYLE\n  artist: NLE Choppa\n  album: CMON FREESTYLE\n  duration_ms: 161000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayy, them boys better get out this street 'cause they know how we play it\n  start_ms: 13090\n  end_ms: 15910\n- text: Check me, then I'm runnin' him down (runnin' him down)\n  start_ms: 15910\n  end_ms: 17790\n- text: I don't need a drop 'cause I know where he stay at\n  start_ms: 17790\n  end_ms: 19280\n- text: From a lil' bitch that was toppin' him down (yeah)\n  start_ms: 19280\n  end_ms: 21460\n- text: I got the juice like I'm Bishop, yo' bitch have the hiccups, I'm stabbin' my dick in her mouth\n  start_ms: 21460\n  end_ms: 25050\n- text: 20-somethin' K when I 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