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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n\nWolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful\n\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual\nWolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\nUnder pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula-hoops\n\nThe fortress is fortified (bitch)\nMoney in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\nBitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\nI'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n\nKnock-knock, who's there? It's me\nYour girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (what?)\nI killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\nNow I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga, you're a liar)\n\nNigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\nAnd boy, you're gonna get them heebie-jeebies?\nNigga my dick stay way disease, I make it look easy\n51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n\nCame in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\nSee these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)\nI'm just tryna see some tits (what?)\nLet's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n\nI'm, out this bitch like hocus-pocus\nAnd me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\nAnd met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\nThen my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo\nNow my dick's longer than a five-door limo\nHarder than a soft right from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\nWhen I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\nNow she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole\n\nEnchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\nIt seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome\nYo mama look like a ugly (fuck you) loser","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] I fucked this flow\n[00:06.29] This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit\n[00:10.51] Nigga recollect bitch, grow gray hairs, don't stress it\n[00:13.63] I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n[00:16.87] She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n[00:20.15] 'Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy\n[00:24.22] Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n[00:27.32] Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant\n[00:31.08] Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n[00:34.09] The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n[00:37.70] Bitches shit in my drawers like you piss in my drawers\n[00:39.23] Nigga my dick's in her jaw\n[00:40.86] I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n[00:44.36] 'Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple\n[00:47.59] Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n[00:51.12] Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n[00:54.68] Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n[00:58.78] African drums for when the champ come, bitch\n[01:01.96] Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n[01:05.63] Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself\n[01:08.73] How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n[01:12.55] Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n[01:15.97] Wolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best\n[01:19.25] I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n[01:22.89] Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n[01:26.48] Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n[01:29.73] Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n[01:33.26] Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n[01:36.60] Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n[01:40.27] Bitches on my dick but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful\n[01:43.48] Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n[01:46.81] Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual\n[01:50.47] Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\n[01:53.70] Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula-hoops\n[01:57.35] The fortress is fortified (bitch)\n[01:59.84] Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\n[02:04.65] Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\n[02:08.27] I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n[02:12.07] Knock-knock, who's there? It's me\n[02:12.84] Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (what?)\n[02:15.07] I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\n[02:16.98] Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga, you're a liar)\n[02:19.28] Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\n[02:20.93] And boy, you're gonna get them heebie-jeebies?\n[02:22.63] Nigga my dick stay way disease, I make it look easy\n[02:25.38] 51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n[02:28.76] Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\n[02:31.93] See these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)\n[02:34.27] I'm just tryna see some tits (what?)\n[02:35.82] Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n[02:39.06] I'm, out this bitch like hocus-pocus\n[02:40.60] And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\n[02:42.37] And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\n[02:44.53] Then my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo\n[02:47.36] Now my dick's longer than a five-door limo\n[02:49.36] Harder than a soft right from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\n[02:52.31] When I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\n[02:53.99] Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole\n[02:55.73] Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\n[02:59.62] It seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome\n[03:03.37] Yo mama look like a ugly (fuck you) loser\n[03:07.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rella\n  artist: Odd Future\n  album: Rella\n  duration_ms: 191760\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I fucked this flow\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 10510\n- text: Nigga recollect bitch, grow gray hairs, don't stress it\n  start_ms: 10510\n  end_ms: 13630\n- text: I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n  start_ms: 13630\n  end_ms: 16870\n- text: She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n  start_ms: 16870\n  end_ms: 20150\n- text: '''Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy'\n  start_ms: 20150\n  end_ms: 24220\n- text: Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n  start_ms: 24220\n  end_ms: 27320\n- text: Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant\n  start_ms: 27320\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 34090\n- text: The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n  start_ms: 34090\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: Bitches shit in my drawers like you piss in my drawers\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 39230\n- text: Nigga my dick's in her jaw\n  start_ms: 39230\n  end_ms: 40860\n- text: I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n  start_ms: 40860\n  end_ms: 44360\n- text: '''Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple'\n  start_ms: 44360\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 51120\n- text: Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n  start_ms: 51120\n  end_ms: 54680\n- text: Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n  start_ms: 54680\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: African drums for when the champ come, bitch\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61960\n- text: Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n  start_ms: 61960\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: Opposition who? 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Nigga reveal yourself\n  How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n  Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n\n  Wolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best\n  I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n  Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n  Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n\n  Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n  Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n  Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n  Bitches on my dick but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful\n\n  Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n  Is why this so cool? 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual\nWolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\nUnder pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops\n\nThe fortress is fortified (bitch)\nMoney in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\nBitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\nI'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n\nKnock-knock, who's there?\nIt's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)\nI killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\nNow I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)\nNigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\nAnd boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?\nNigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy\n51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n(5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\nI bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)\nCame in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\nSee these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)\nI'm just tryna see some tits (What?)\nLet's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\nOut this bitch like hokus pokus\nAnd me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\nAnd met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\nThen my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo\nNow my dick's longer than a 5 door limo\nHarder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\nWhen I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\nNow she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole\nEnchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\nIt seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome\nYo mama look like a ugly, loser","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] I fucked this flow\n[00:06.61] This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh shit\n[00:10.13] Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it\n[00:14.62] I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n[00:17.13] She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n[00:20.71] Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency\n[00:24.34] Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n[00:28.18] Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagent\n[00:31.30] Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n[00:36.58] The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n[00:38.38] Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga my dick's in her jaw\n[00:41.45] I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n[00:45.14] Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple\n[00:48.59] Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n[00:52.04] Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n[00:55.21] Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n[00:59.39] African drugs for when the champ come\n[01:02.35] Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n[01:06.32] Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself\n[01:09.72] How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n[01:13.44] Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n[01:17.28] Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\n[01:20.54] I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n[01:23.68] Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n[01:27.04] Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n[01:30.64] Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n[01:33.69] Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n[01:36.89] Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n[01:40.55] Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\n[01:44.04] Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n[01:48.71] Is why this so cool? 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual\nWolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\nUnder pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops\n\nThe fortress is fortified (bitch)\nMoney in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\nBitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\nI'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n\nKnock-knock, who's there?\nIt's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)\nI killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\nNow I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)\nNigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\nAnd boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?\nNigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy\n51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n(5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\nI bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)\nCame in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\nSee these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)\nI'm just tryna see some tits (What?)\nLet's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\nOut this bitch like hokus pokus\nAnd me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\nAnd met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\nThen my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo\nNow my dick's longer than a 5 door limo\nHarder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\nWhen I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\nNow she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole\nEnchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\nIt seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome\nYo mama look like a ugly, loser","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] I fucked this flow\n[00:06.61] This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh shit\n[00:10.13] Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it\n[00:14.62] I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n[00:17.13] She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n[00:20.71] Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency\n[00:24.34] Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n[00:28.18] Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagent\n[00:31.30] Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n[00:36.58] The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n[00:38.38] Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga my dick's in her jaw\n[00:41.45] I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n[00:45.14] Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple\n[00:48.59] Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n[00:52.04] Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n[00:55.21] Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n[00:59.39] African drugs for when the champ come\n[01:02.35] Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n[01:06.32] Opposition who? 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Nigga reveal yourself\n  How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n  Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n\n  Wolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best\n  I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n  Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n  Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n\n  Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n  Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n  Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n  Bitches on my dick but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful\n\n  Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n  Is why this so cool? 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It's me\n  Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (what?)\n  I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\n  Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga, you're a liar)\n\n  Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\n  And boy, you're gonna get them heebie-jeebies?\n  Nigga my dick stay way disease, I make it look easy\n  51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n\n  Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\n  See these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)\n  I'm just tryna see some tits (what?)\n  Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n\n  I'm, out this bitch like hocus-pocus\n  And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\n  And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\n  Then my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo\n  Now my dick's longer than a five-door limo\n  Harder than a soft right from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\n  When I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\n  Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole\n\n  Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\n  It seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome\n  Yo mama look like a ugly (fuck you) loser\n"},{"id":14211175,"name":"Rella","trackName":"Rella","artistName":"Odd Future","albumName":"The OF Tape Vol․ 2","duration":190.331375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I fucked this flow\n\nThis is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit\nNigga recollect bitch, grow gray hairs, don't stress it\nI text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\nShe lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n'Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy\nPut your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n\nHeard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant\nHop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\nThe love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\nBitches shit in my drawers like you piss in my drawers\nNigga my dick's in her jaw\nI'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n'Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple\n\nFuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\nNigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\nMaking money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\nAfrican drums for when the champ come, bitch\n\nSuicide watch nigga, kill yourself\nOpposition who? Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n\nWolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful\n\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual\nWolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\nUnder pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula-hoops\n\nThe fortress is fortified (bitch)\nMoney in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\nBitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\nI'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n\nKnock-knock, who's there? It's me\nYour girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (what?)\nI killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\nNow I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga, you're a liar)\n\nNigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\nAnd boy, you're gonna get them heebie-jeebies?\nNigga my dick stay way disease, I make it look easy\n51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n\nCame in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\nSee these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)\nI'm just tryna see some tits (what?)\nLet's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n\nI'm, out this bitch like hocus-pocus\nAnd me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\nAnd met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\nThen my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo\nNow my dick's longer than a five-door limo\nHarder than a soft right from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\nWhen I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\nNow she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole\n\nEnchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\nIt seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome\nYo mama look like a ugly (fuck you) loser","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] I fucked this flow\n[00:06.29] This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit\n[00:10.51] Nigga recollect bitch, grow gray hairs, don't stress it\n[00:13.63] I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n[00:16.87] She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n[00:20.15] 'Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy\n[00:24.22] Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n[00:27.32] Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant\n[00:31.08] Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n[00:34.09] The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n[00:37.70] Bitches shit in my drawers like you piss in my drawers\n[00:39.23] Nigga my dick's in her jaw\n[00:40.86] I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n[00:44.36] 'Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple\n[00:47.59] Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n[00:51.12] Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n[00:54.68] Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n[00:58.78] African drums for when the champ come, bitch\n[01:01.96] Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n[01:05.63] Opposition who? 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It's me\n[02:12.84] Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (what?)\n[02:15.07] I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\n[02:16.98] Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga, you're a liar)\n[02:19.28] Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\n[02:20.93] And boy, you're gonna get them heebie-jeebies?\n[02:22.63] Nigga my dick stay way disease, I make it look easy\n[02:25.38] 51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n[02:28.76] Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\n[02:31.93] See these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)\n[02:34.27] I'm just tryna see some tits (what?)\n[02:35.82] Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n[02:39.06] I'm, out this bitch like hocus-pocus\n[02:40.60] And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\n[02:42.37] And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\n[02:44.53] Then my dick went limp so, took about three pills of Extenzo\n[02:47.36] Now my dick's longer than a five-door limo\n[02:49.36] Harder than a soft right from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\n[02:52.31] When I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\n[02:53.99] Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole\n[02:55.73] Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\n[02:59.62] It seems that I'm product placement but I'm not I'm just fuckin' awesome\n[03:03.37] Yo mama look like a ugly (fuck you) loser\n[03:07.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rella\n  artist: Odd Future\n  album: The OF Tape Vol․ 2\n  duration_ms: 190331\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I fucked this flow\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 6290\n- text: This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit\n  start_ms: 6290\n  end_ms: 10510\n- text: Nigga recollect bitch, grow gray hairs, don't stress it\n  start_ms: 10510\n  end_ms: 13630\n- text: I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n  start_ms: 13630\n  end_ms: 16870\n- text: She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n  start_ms: 16870\n  end_ms: 20150\n- text: '''Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your courtesy'\n  start_ms: 20150\n  end_ms: 24220\n- text: Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n  start_ms: 24220\n  end_ms: 27320\n- text: Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagant\n  start_ms: 27320\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 34090\n- text: The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n  start_ms: 34090\n  end_ms: 37700\n- text: Bitches shit in my drawers like you piss in my drawers\n  start_ms: 37700\n  end_ms: 39230\n- text: Nigga my dick's in her jaw\n  start_ms: 39230\n  end_ms: 40860\n- text: I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n  start_ms: 40860\n  end_ms: 44360\n- text: '''Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple'\n  start_ms: 44360\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 51120\n- text: Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n  start_ms: 51120\n  end_ms: 54680\n- text: Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n  start_ms: 54680\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: African drums for when the champ come, bitch\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61960\n- text: Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n  start_ms: 61960\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: Opposition who? 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Nigga reveal yourself\nHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\nSplinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\nWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\nI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\nPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\nDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\nExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\nFresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\nOh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\nBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\nNiggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\nIs why this so cool? 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You niggas are so unusual\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110310\n- text: Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\n  start_ms: 110310\n  end_ms: 113720\n- text: Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops\n  start_ms: 113720\n  end_ms: 117290\n- text: The fortress is fortified (bitch)\n  start_ms: 117290\n  end_ms: 119570\n- text: Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\n  start_ms: 119570\n  end_ms: 124150\n- text: Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\n  start_ms: 124150\n  end_ms: 127740\n- text: I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n  start_ms: 127740\n  end_ms: 131110\n- text: Knock-knock, who's there?\n  start_ms: 131110\n  end_ms: 132250\n- text: It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)\n  start_ms: 132250\n  end_ms: 134500\n- text: I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\n  start_ms: 134500\n  end_ms: 136380\n- text: Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)\n  start_ms: 136380\n  end_ms: 138670\n- text: Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\n  start_ms: 138670\n  end_ms: 140690\n- text: And boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?\n  start_ms: 140690\n  end_ms: 142240\n- text: Nigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy\n  start_ms: 142240\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: 51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 148020\n- text: (5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n  start_ms: 148020\n  end_ms: 148260\n- text: I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)\n  start_ms: 148260\n  end_ms: 148360\n- text: Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\n  start_ms: 148360\n  end_ms: 151620\n- text: See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)\n  start_ms: 151620\n  end_ms: 153750\n- text: I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)\n  start_ms: 153750\n  end_ms: 155350\n- text: Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n  start_ms: 155350\n  end_ms: 158430\n- text: Out this bitch like hokus pokus\n  start_ms: 158430\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 162040\n- text: And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\n  start_ms: 162040\n  end_ms: 163890\n- text: Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo\n  start_ms: 163890\n  end_ms: 166820\n- text: Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo\n  start_ms: 166820\n  end_ms: 168640\n- text: Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\n  start_ms: 168640\n  end_ms: 172680\n- text: When I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\n  start_ms: 172680\n  end_ms: 173950\n- text: Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole\n  start_ms: 173950\n  end_ms: 175430\n- text: Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\n  start_ms: 175430\n  end_ms: 179530\n- text: It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome\n  start_ms: 179530\n  end_ms: 183380\n- text: Yo mama look like a ugly, loser\n  start_ms: 183380\n  end_ms: 188350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 188350\nplain: |-\n  I fucked this flow\n\n  This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh shit\n  Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it\n  I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen\n  She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans\n  Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency\n  Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets\n  Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet but me I'm extravagent\n  Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit\n  The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw\n  Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga my dick's in her jaw\n  I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple\n  Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple\n  Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle\n  Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson\n  Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons\n  African drugs for when the champ come\n\n  Suicide watch nigga, kill yourself\n  Opposition who? Nigga reveal yourself\n  How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?\n  Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth\n  Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best\n  I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest\n  Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' bread\n  Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head\n  Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig\n  Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead\n  Oh shit your bitch, look at how I'm doing you\n  Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful\n  Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews\n  Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual\n  Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to\n  Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops\n\n  The fortress is fortified (bitch)\n  Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live\n  Bitch I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly\n  I'm the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis\n\n  Knock-knock, who's there?\n  It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)\n  I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife\n  Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)\n  Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady\n  And boy, you're gonna get those heebie jeebies?\n  Nigga my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy\n  51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n  (5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?\n  I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)\n  Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney\n  See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)\n  I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)\n  Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes\n  Out this bitch like hokus pokus\n  And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles\n  And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples\n  Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo\n  Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo\n  Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro\n  When I'm with your bitch I'm like, \"Where my dick go?\"\n  Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her hole\n  Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada\n  It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just fuckin' awesome\n  Yo mama look like a ugly, loser\n"}]