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shackles on you\n  We fuck and that's all that we do\n  Bon appetit, let's eat\n  Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked\n  Hachoo, she sneezed\n  Bitch on her knees off the skis\n  When I fuck do not call me back please\n  Diamonds all white like the priest\n  Maison Margiella on sleeves\n  I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese\n  The doors was closed, I kicked it open\n  I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded\n  Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open\n  Need a gas mask, it's too potent\n  Your ho like to fuck, her pussy smoking\n  The street that you walking on, we control it\n  Quality Control this shit (control it)\n  Quality Control your bitch (control her)\n  You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)\n  'Cause nigga we folding shit\n  Walk in the spot, so many straps\n  Young nigga who pole is this?\n  Now all the hot records I'm on it\n  Young nigga y'all owe me this\n  YRN, throwin' up QC\n  We got trapstars and we on TV (TV)\n  Fuck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek)\n  Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)\n  Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)\n  Atlanta Braves serve J's on your street\n  Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke\n  Pull out that ho, give her super throat\n  Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code\n  Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes\n  Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah\n  He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah\n  Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too\n  We coppin' whips like it's none' to do\n  Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew\n  We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo\n  I done hit everything in the city\n  Quay done hit everything in the city\n  Take done hit everything in the city\n  Old fuck niggas hate me, huh (fuck 'em)\n  I got the kids on lock, huh\n  She eatin' kids on spot, huh\n  I parked the Yacht at the dock\n  Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)\n"},{"id":23268007,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Quality Control","albumName":"Intro","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hah\nDJ Durel\nBurr\nHah\nMoney\nIt's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (it's all love, hah)\nGave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (ice me up, burr, burr)\nShe keep lookin' for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (here, cookie)\n'Cause we lookin' like icebergs, lookin' like glacier thugs (uh, glacier, glacier)\nAll us got coupes so we racer boys (hoo)\nNut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (ugh)\nYoungest in the room (yeah)\nHit a street sweep, no broom (yeah)\nSawed-off pump go, \"Boom\" (boom)\nOld ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon\nI reserved his daughter for June (June)\nBeat that pussy to a tomb (skrrt, skrrt)\nIceberg, ice trays\nWe the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (yeah)\nWhite ice, dark shades (yeah)\nThey think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glace\nI can get sick with the jewelry, no AIDS\nAnd my hunnids old, just look at the age (yeah)\nI get the bag and walk on the stage\nGlacier Boyz, just call us new ice age (ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\nGucci Mane a plug\nIf I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs\nIf I ain't even know Quavo, prolly' think he sellin' bud\nOffset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs\n(Fah, fah, fah) Niggas shootin' in the club\nShitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (fur)\nFlip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\nThese bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&Ms)\nGet in there\nKnow a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\nFrigidaire\nI had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'\nLooky there\nTold the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\nGet 'em out of here\nI'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair\nGet in there\nKnow a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\nFrigidaire\nI had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'\nBillionaire\nI'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair\nGive her swimwear, diamonds pink clear\nBaguettes all wet like a sink, yeah\nMy diamonds singin' like Gladys\nThey gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\nWe got baddies on baddies on baddies\nWalk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\nDrippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\nI'm not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (yeah)\nFeed your bitch dick, it's organic (yeah)\nKel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)\nI can't go out like Titanic (no)\nIce on my wrist is gigantic (bling)\nBro kept a pot, no ceramics (yeah)\nGlacier Boy, check my dynamics (yeah)\nBaby girl, settle down\nShoot your boyfriend if he talkin' down (shoot)\nNiggas 'round me keep a hunnid round (hah)\n(Graow, graow, graow) They gon' air it out\nWoo, woo, Lil Boat\nAnd straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\nSeen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you fell me\nZone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it\nBig cash too, I'm talkin' seventy-five pointers and up\nEverythin' real, VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'?\nFlawless diamonds and all that\nPut them lil' ass diamonds away\nI'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\nThem enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?\nThis Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?\nAll my watches cost over fifty, bitch\nAnd stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry\n'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\nEvery time you say stop buyin' jewelry I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\nI seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?\nLook at, look at this ring I just bought\nOh, you just married your girl, I married myself\nCheck this ring, you feel me\nI'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?\nY'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\nAnd if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\nThat shit ain't money to me\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\nLil Boat\nYeah, that's our intro, ho\nJust like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\nJust like that, you feel me?\nThat shit was too hard\nKeep talkin' 'bout buyin' jewelry, nigga\nAyy, that's a nice house, nigga, but look, look at my watch\nYou feel me? Talkin' shit\nThat shit was hard, bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Hah\n[00:03.11] DJ Durel\n[00:06.64] Burr\n[00:11.79] Hah\n[00:13.68] Money\n[00:14.28] It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (it's all love, hah)\n[00:17.68] Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (ice me up, burr, burr)\n[00:21.21] She keep lookin' for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (here, cookie)\n[00:24.37] 'Cause we lookin' like icebergs, lookin' like glacier thugs (uh, glacier, glacier)\n[00:27.59] All us got coupes so we racer boys (hoo)\n[00:29.44] Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (ugh)\n[00:31.09] Youngest in the room (yeah)\n[00:32.64] Hit a street sweep, no broom (yeah)\n[00:34.20] Sawed-off pump go, \"Boom\" (boom)\n[00:36.04] Old ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon\n[00:37.57] I reserved his daughter for June (June)\n[00:39.34] Beat that pussy to a tomb (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:41.18] Iceberg, ice trays\n[00:42.57] We the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (yeah)\n[00:44.95] White ice, dark shades (yeah)\n[00:46.19] They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glace\n[00:48.25] I can get sick with the jewelry, no AIDS\n[00:49.97] And my hunnids old, just look at the age (yeah)\n[00:51.71] I get the bag and walk on the stage\n[00:53.34] Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age (ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n[00:57.54] Gucci Mane a plug\n[00:59.15] If I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs\n[01:02.53] If I ain't even know Quavo, prolly' think he sellin' bud\n[01:05.88] Offset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs\n[01:09.44] (Fah, fah, fah) Niggas shootin' in the club\n[01:13.14] Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (fur)\n[01:16.45] Flip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n[01:19.98] These bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&Ms)\n[01:24.33] Get in there\n[01:25.40] Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:27.82] Frigidaire\n[01:28.85] I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'\n[01:31.32] Looky there\n[01:32.52] Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n[01:34.42] Get 'em out of here\n[01:35.32] I'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair\n[01:38.35] Get in there\n[01:39.21] Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:41.58] Frigidaire\n[01:42.53] I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'\n[01:45.11] Billionaire\n[01:46.70] I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair\n[01:48.49] Give her swimwear, diamonds pink clear\n[01:50.27] Baguettes all wet like a sink, yeah\n[01:51.84] My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n[01:53.40] They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\n[01:55.04] We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n[01:56.71] Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n[01:58.24] Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n[01:59.85] I'm not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (yeah)\n[02:02.36] Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (yeah)\n[02:03.81] Kel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)\n[02:05.75] I can't go out like Titanic (no)\n[02:07.37] Ice on my wrist is gigantic (bling)\n[02:09.49] Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (yeah)\n[02:10.90] Glacier Boy, check my dynamics (yeah)\n[02:12.69] Baby girl, settle down\n[02:14.10] Shoot your boyfriend if he talkin' down (shoot)\n[02:15.87] Niggas 'round me keep a hunnid round (hah)\n[02:17.57] (Graow, graow, graow) They gon' air it out\n[02:19.00] Woo, woo, Lil Boat\n[02:20.53] And straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n[02:23.78] Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you fell me\n[02:26.00] Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it\n[02:29.33] Big cash too, I'm talkin' seventy-five pointers and up\n[02:31.75] Everythin' real, VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:34.33] Flawless diamonds and all that\n[02:35.60] Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n[02:37.77] I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n[02:39.34] Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:42.05] It's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?\n[02:44.02] This Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?\n[02:46.20] All my watches cost over fifty, bitch\n[02:48.09] And stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry\n[02:49.82] 'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n[02:51.33] Every time you say stop buyin' jewelry I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\n[02:54.50] I seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?\n[02:57.56] Look at, look at this ring I just bought\n[02:59.28] Oh, you just married your girl, I married myself\n[03:01.23] Check this ring, you feel me\n[03:03.16] I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?\n[03:06.11] Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n[03:07.93] And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n[03:10.59] That shit ain't money to me\n[03:12.47] Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n[03:15.48] Lil Boat\n[03:16.82] Yeah, that's our intro, ho\n[03:18.66] Just like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n[03:21.12] Just like that, you feel me?\n[03:23.37] That shit was too hard\n[03:25.29] Keep talkin' 'bout buyin' jewelry, nigga\n[03:27.07] Ayy, that's a nice house, nigga, but look, look at my watch\n[03:29.62] You feel me? 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Talkin' shit\n  start_ms: 209620\n  end_ms: 211050\n- text: That shit was hard, bro\n  start_ms: 211050\nplain: |-\n  Hah\n  DJ Durel\n  Burr\n  Hah\n  Money\n  It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (it's all love, hah)\n  Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (ice me up, burr, burr)\n  She keep lookin' for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (here, cookie)\n  'Cause we lookin' like icebergs, lookin' like glacier thugs (uh, glacier, glacier)\n  All us got coupes so we racer boys (hoo)\n  Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (ugh)\n  Youngest in the room (yeah)\n  Hit a street sweep, no broom (yeah)\n  Sawed-off pump go, \"Boom\" (boom)\n  Old ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon\n  I reserved his daughter for June (June)\n  Beat that pussy to a tomb (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Iceberg, ice trays\n  We the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (yeah)\n  White ice, dark shades (yeah)\n  They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glace\n  I can get sick with the jewelry, no AIDS\n  And my hunnids old, just look at the age (yeah)\n  I get the bag and walk on the stage\n  Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age (ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n  Gucci Mane a plug\n  If I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs\n  If I ain't even know Quavo, prolly' think he sellin' bud\n  Offset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs\n  (Fah, fah, fah) Niggas shootin' in the club\n  Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (fur)\n  Flip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n  These bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&Ms)\n  Get in there\n  Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n  Frigidaire\n  I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'\n  Looky there\n  Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n  Get 'em out of here\n  I'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair\n  Get in there\n  Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n  Frigidaire\n  I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'\n  Billionaire\n  I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair\n  Give her swimwear, diamonds pink clear\n  Baguettes all wet like a sink, yeah\n  My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n  They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\n  We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n  Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n  Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n  I'm not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (yeah)\n  Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (yeah)\n  Kel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)\n  I can't go out like Titanic (no)\n  Ice on my wrist is gigantic (bling)\n  Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (yeah)\n  Glacier Boy, check my dynamics (yeah)\n  Baby girl, settle down\n  Shoot your boyfriend if he talkin' down (shoot)\n  Niggas 'round me keep a hunnid round (hah)\n  (Graow, graow, graow) They gon' air it out\n  Woo, woo, Lil Boat\n  And straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n  Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you fell me\n  Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it\n  Big cash too, I'm talkin' seventy-five pointers and up\n  Everythin' real, VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Flawless diamonds and all that\n  Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n  I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n  Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\n  It's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?\n  This Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?\n  All my watches cost over fifty, bitch\n  And stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry\n  'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n  Every time you say stop buyin' jewelry I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\n  I seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?\n  Look at, look at this ring I just bought\n  Oh, you just married your girl, I married myself\n  Check this ring, you feel me\n  I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?\n  Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n  And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n  That shit ain't money to me\n  Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n  Lil Boat\n  Yeah, that's our intro, ho\n  Just like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n  Just like that, you feel me?\n  That shit was too hard\n  Keep talkin' 'bout buyin' jewelry, nigga\n  Ayy, that's a nice house, nigga, but look, look at my watch\n  You feel me? Talkin' shit\n  That shit was hard, bro\n"},{"id":18716034,"name":"Quality Intro","trackName":"Quality Intro","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":31.3010496,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\nMany styles we hold, let the story be told\nWhether platinum or gold, we use breath control\nSo let the beat unfold,, or drum-roll\nWe be the lik, like E-Tash and J-Ro\nWe harass niggas like we was the po-po\nWe can rule the world without Curtis and still blow\nFinesse from SP to Casio\nYour jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\nIf you don't know us by now you'll never know\nWe set that rule when we rule to prove you're show\nThe name of the game is survive and prove your flow\nYou can't outtake Jurassic syllable\nCause it's survival of professional radio\nStop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\nSurvival of professional poetic highlanders\nSoup? 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I married myself\nCheck this ring, you feel me\nI'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\nY'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\nAnd if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\nThat shit ain't money to me\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n\nLil' Boat\nYeah that's our intro hoe\nYeah\nAnd we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\nJust like that you feel me\nThat shit was too hard\nThat's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\nThat shit was hard bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.50] Dj Durel!\n[00:04.99] \n[00:14.38] It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n[00:17.82] Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, brr, brr)\n[00:21.82] She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, hah)\n[00:25.09] 'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh, glacier, glacier)\n[00:28.18] I skrt coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)\n[00:30.11] Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)\n[00:31.70] Youngest in the room (Yeah)\n[00:32.96] Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)\n[00:34.84] Sawed-off pump go, \"Boom!\" (Boom!)\n[00:36.77] Old ass nigga thought Lil' Boat was a coon\n[00:38.42] I reserved his daughter for June (June)\n[00:39.76] Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:41.76] Iceberg, ice trays\n[00:43.18] We the culture, nigga, no Tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\n[00:45.58] White ice, dark shades (Yeah)\n[00:46.87] They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\n[00:49.08] I can't get sick with the jewelry, no A's\n[00:50.96] And my hunnids old, just look at the age (Yeah)\n[00:52.42] I get the bag, and walk on the stage\n[00:54.11] Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n[00:55.76] (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n[00:58.05] Gucci Mane a plug\n[00:59.78] If I ain't knew no Takeoff, prolly think he sellin' drugs\n[01:03.16] If I ain't knew no Quavo, prolly think he sellin' Bud\n[01:06.60] Offset told me sign Pablo, 'cause he got designer drugs\n[01:10.12] (Flah, flah, flah) Niggas shootin' in the club\n[01:13.68] Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\n[01:17.53] Flip that work with a spatula, with none but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n[01:20.69] These bitches on the Bachelor they know them M's up (M&Ms)\n[01:24.45] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:27.83] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:31.47] Look at there\n[01:32.97] Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n[01:34.85] Get 'em outta here\n[01:35.86] I'ma shoot a hundred round drum 'til it empty, get another pair\n[01:38.47] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:41.95] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:45.67] Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brickfair\n[01:49.02] Give her swimwear\n[01:50.29] Diamonds pink clear, baguettes all wet like a sink yeah\n[01:52.53] My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n[01:53.66] They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\n[01:55.74] We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n[01:57.39] Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n[01:59.14] Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n[02:00.62] We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\n[02:02.55] Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\n[02:04.41] Kill-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil' Boat)\n[02:06.28] I can't go out like Titanic (No)\n[02:07.88] Ice on my wrist, it's gigantic (Bling)\n[02:09.93] Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\n[02:11.74] Glacier boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\n[02:13.32] Baby girl, settle down (Settle)\n[02:14.81] Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\n[02:16.49] Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\n[02:18.22] (Bah, bah, bah) They gon' air it out, woo, woo\n[02:19.94] Lil' Boat\n[02:21.77] It's straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n[02:24.76] Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\n[02:26.92] Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna' do it\n[02:29.62] Big cash too, I'm talking 75 points and up\n[02:31.98] Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:34.59] Flawless diamonds and all that\n[02:36.21] Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n[02:37.93] I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n[02:40.27] Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:42.97] It's comin' from the youngest in charge from this\n[02:44.79] It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me\n[02:47.02] All my watches cost over 50, bitch\n[02:48.99] And stop tellin' me, \"Stop buyin' jewelry\"\n[02:50.88] 'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n[02:51.96] Everytime you say \"Stop buyin'\" I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\n[02:54.73] I seen ya' house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch\n[02:57.24] You feel me, look at, look at this ring I just bought\n[02:59.64] Oh, you just married your girl? I married myself\n[03:01.98] Check this ring, you feel me\n[03:03.25] I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\n[03:06.49] Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n[03:08.59] And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n[03:10.63] That shit ain't money to me\n[03:12.36] Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n[03:15.50] Lil' Boat\n[03:16.87] Yeah that's our intro hoe\n[03:18.89] Yeah\n[03:20.41] And we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n[03:21.97] Just like that you feel me\n[03:23.81] That shit was too hard\n[03:27.66] That's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\n[03:31.24] That shit was hard bro\n[03:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (Feat. 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I married myself\nCheck this ring, you feel me\nI'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\nY'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\nAnd if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\nThat shit ain't money to me\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n\nLil' Boat\nYeah that's our intro hoe\nYeah\nAnd we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\nJust like that you feel me\nThat shit was too hard\nThat's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\nThat shit was hard bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.50] Dj Durel!\n[00:04.99] \n[00:14.38] It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n[00:17.82] Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, brr, brr)\n[00:21.82] She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, hah)\n[00:25.09] 'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh, glacier, glacier)\n[00:28.18] I skrt coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)\n[00:30.11] Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)\n[00:31.70] Youngest in the room (Yeah)\n[00:32.96] Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)\n[00:34.84] Sawed-off pump go, \"Boom!\" (Boom!)\n[00:36.77] Old ass nigga thought Lil' Boat was a coon\n[00:38.42] I reserved his daughter for June (June)\n[00:39.76] Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:41.76] Iceberg, ice trays\n[00:43.18] We the culture, nigga, no Tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\n[00:45.58] White ice, dark shades (Yeah)\n[00:46.87] They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\n[00:49.08] I can't get sick with the jewelry, no A's\n[00:50.96] And my hunnids old, just look at the age (Yeah)\n[00:52.42] I get the bag, and walk on the stage\n[00:54.11] Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n[00:55.76] (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n[00:58.05] Gucci Mane a plug\n[00:59.78] If I ain't knew no Takeoff, prolly think he sellin' drugs\n[01:03.16] If I ain't knew no Quavo, prolly think he sellin' Bud\n[01:06.60] Offset told me sign Pablo, 'cause he got designer drugs\n[01:10.12] (Flah, flah, flah) Niggas shootin' in the club\n[01:13.68] Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\n[01:17.53] Flip that work with a spatula, with none but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n[01:20.69] These bitches on the Bachelor they know them M's up (M&Ms)\n[01:24.45] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:27.83] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:31.47] Look at there\n[01:32.97] Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n[01:34.85] Get 'em outta here\n[01:35.86] I'ma shoot a hundred round drum 'til it empty, get another pair\n[01:38.47] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:41.95] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:45.67] Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brickfair\n[01:49.02] Give her swimwear\n[01:50.29] Diamonds pink clear, baguettes all wet like a sink yeah\n[01:52.53] My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n[01:53.66] They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\n[01:55.74] We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n[01:57.39] Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n[01:59.14] Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n[02:00.62] We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\n[02:02.55] Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\n[02:04.41] Kill-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil' Boat)\n[02:06.28] I can't go out like Titanic (No)\n[02:07.88] Ice on my wrist, it's gigantic (Bling)\n[02:09.93] Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\n[02:11.74] Glacier boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\n[02:13.32] Baby girl, settle down (Settle)\n[02:14.81] Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\n[02:16.49] Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\n[02:18.22] (Bah, bah, bah) They gon' air it out, woo, woo\n[02:19.94] Lil' Boat\n[02:21.77] It's straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n[02:24.76] Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\n[02:26.92] Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna' do it\n[02:29.62] Big cash too, I'm talking 75 points and up\n[02:31.98] Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:34.59] Flawless diamonds and all that\n[02:36.21] Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n[02:37.93] I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n[02:40.27] Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:42.97] It's comin' from the youngest in charge from this\n[02:44.79] It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me\n[02:47.02] All my watches cost over 50, bitch\n[02:48.99] And stop tellin' me, \"Stop buyin' jewelry\"\n[02:50.88] 'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n[02:51.96] Everytime you say \"Stop buyin'\" I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\n[02:54.73] I seen ya' house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch\n[02:57.24] You feel me, look at, look at this ring I just bought\n[02:59.64] Oh, you just married your girl? 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start_ms: 37570\n  end_ms: 39290\n- text: Who that be talkin' 'bout drama\n  start_ms: 39290\n  end_ms: 40480\n- text: Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em\n  start_ms: 40480\n  end_ms: 42500\n- text: I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof\n  start_ms: 42500\n  end_ms: 44430\n- text: Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop\n  start_ms: 44430\n  end_ms: 46370\n- text: Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth\n  start_ms: 46370\n  end_ms: 48260\n- text: In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse\n  start_ms: 48260\n  end_ms: 50160\n- text: Throw the bitch off of the back, it's an oop\n  start_ms: 50160\n  end_ms: 52110\n- text: She wanna fuck the whole group\n  start_ms: 52110\n  end_ms: 53840\n- text: But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you\n  start_ms: 53840\n  end_ms: 55720\n- text: We fuck and that's all that we do\n  start_ms: 55720\n  end_ms: 57470\n- text: Bon appétit, let's eat\n  start_ms: 57470\n  end_ms: 59010\n- text: Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked\n  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82520\n- text: Quality Control this shit (control it)\n  start_ms: 82520\n  end_ms: 84590\n- text: Quality Control your bitch (control her)\n  start_ms: 84590\n  end_ms: 86060\n- text: You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)\n  start_ms: 86060\n  end_ms: 87520\n- text: '''Cause nigga we folding shit, rrrah'\n  start_ms: 87520\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: Walk in the spot, so many straps\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 91450\n- text: Nigga whose pole is this?\n  start_ms: 91450\n  end_ms: 93100\n- text: Now the hot records I'm on it\n  start_ms: 93100\n  end_ms: 94810\n- text: Young nigga, you owe me this\n  start_ms: 94810\n  end_ms: 96540\n- text: YRN, throwin' up QC\n  start_ms: 96540\n  end_ms: 98100\n- text: We got trap stars and we on TV (TV)\n  start_ms: 98100\n  end_ms: 99640\n- text: Fuck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek)\n  start_ms: 99640\n  end_ms: 101520\n- text: Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)\n  start_ms: 101520\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 105210\n- text: And then the braves serve J's on your street\n  start_ms: 105210\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109220\n- text: Pull out that ho, give her super throat\n  start_ms: 109220\n  end_ms: 110930\n- text: Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code\n  start_ms: 110930\n  end_ms: 112510\n- text: Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes\n  start_ms: 112510\n  end_ms: 114440\n- text: Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah\n  start_ms: 114440\n  end_ms: 116380\n- text: He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah\n  start_ms: 116380\n  end_ms: 118000\n- text: Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too\n  start_ms: 118000\n  end_ms: 120180\n- text: We coppin' whips like it's none' to do\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 121780\n- text: Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew\n  start_ms: 121780\n  end_ms: 123450\n- text: We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo\n  start_ms: 123450\n  end_ms: 125340\n- text: I done hit everything in the city\n  start_ms: 125340\n  end_ms: 127090\n- text: Quay done hit everything in the city\n  start_ms: 127090\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: Take done hit everything in the city\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 130510\n- text: Old fuck niggas hate me, huh (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 130510\n  end_ms: 133090\n- text: I got the kids on lock, huh\n  start_ms: 133090\n  end_ms: 134750\n- text: She eatin' kids on spot, huh\n  start_ms: 134750\n  end_ms: 136120\n- text: I parked the Yacht at the dock\n  start_ms: 136120\n  end_ms: 137820\n- text: Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)\n  start_ms: 137820\n  end_ms: 145640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145640\nplain: |-\n  Monsta's gon' tear it up\n  Feel me\n  Nawfside shit nigga, you know what I mean\n  Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin',\n  You know what I mean, this shit ain't over nigga\n\n  Chanel and Dolce Gabbana\n  I bought that shit for my mama\n  I stood right in front of your honor, huh\n  When I got home, ran up commas\n\n  Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh\n  Bitch I'm your daddy, your father\n  Who that be talkin' 'bout drama\n  Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em\n  I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof\n\n  Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop\n  Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth\n  In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse\n\n  Throw the bitch off of the back, it's an oop\n  She wanna fuck the whole group\n  But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you\n  We fuck and that's all that we do\n\n  Bon appétit, let's eat\n  Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked\n  Hachoo, she sneezed\n  Bitch on her knees off the skis\n  When I fuck do not call me back, please\n\n  Diamonds all white like the priest\n  Maison Margiela on sleeves\n  I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese\n  The doors was closed, I kicked it open\n  I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded\n\n  Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open\n  Need a gas mask, it's too potent\n  Your ho like to fuck, her pussy smoking\n  The street that you walking on, we control it\n\n  Quality Control this shit (control it)\n  Quality Control your bitch (control her)\n  You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)\n  'Cause nigga we folding shit, rrrah\n\n  Walk in the spot, so many straps\n  Nigga whose pole is this?\n  Now the hot records I'm on it\n  Young nigga, you owe me this\n\n  YRN, throwin' up QC\n  We got trap stars and we on TV (TV)\n  Fuck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek)\n  Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)\n  Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)\n  And then the braves serve J's on your street\n\n  Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke\n  Pull out that ho, give her super throat\n  Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code\n  Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes\n\n  Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah\n  He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah\n  Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too\n  We coppin' 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I married myself\nCheck this ring, you feel me\nI'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\nY'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\nAnd if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\nThat shit ain't money to me\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n\nLil' Boat\nYeah that's our intro hoe\nYeah\nAnd we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\nJust like that you feel me\nThat shit was too hard\nThat's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\nThat shit was hard bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.43] Dj Durel!\n[00:04.99] \n[00:14.30] It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n[00:17.83] Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, brr, brr)\n[00:21.86] She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, hah)\n[00:25.01] 'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh, glacier, glacier)\n[00:28.12] I skrt coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)\n[00:30.13] Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)\n[00:31.75] Youngest in the room (Yeah)\n[00:32.92] Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)\n[00:34.87] Sawed-off pump go, \"Boom!\" (Boom!)\n[00:36.71] Old ass nigga thought Lil' Boat was a coon\n[00:38.49] I reserved his daughter for June (June)\n[00:39.76] Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:41.78] Iceberg, ice trays\n[00:43.19] We the culture, nigga, no Tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\n[00:45.56] White ice, dark shades (Yeah)\n[00:46.85] They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\n[00:49.05] I can't get sick with the jewelry, no A's\n[00:50.94] And my hunnids old, just look at the age (Yeah)\n[00:52.44] I get the bag, and walk on the stage\n[00:54.18] Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n[00:55.74] (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n[00:58.02] Gucci Mane a plug\n[00:59.77] If I ain't knew no Takeoff, prolly think he sellin' drugs\n[01:03.13] If I ain't knew no Quavo, prolly think he sellin' Bud\n[01:06.53] Offset told me sign Pablo, 'cause he got designer drugs\n[01:10.14] (Flah, flah, flah) Niggas shootin' in the club\n[01:13.66] Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\n[01:17.57] Flip that work with a spatula, with none but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n[01:20.70] These bitches on the Bachelor they know them M's up (M&Ms)\n[01:24.48] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:27.83] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:31.42] Look at there\n[01:32.98] Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n[01:34.88] Get 'em outta here\n[01:35.80] I'ma shoot a hundred round drum 'til it empty, get another pair\n[01:38.41] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:41.97] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:45.64] Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brickfair\n[01:49.06] Give her swimwear\n[01:50.22] Diamonds pink clear, baguettes all wet like a sink yeah\n[01:52.55] My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n[01:53.66] They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\n[01:55.78] We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n[01:57.38] Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n[01:59.17] Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n[02:00.67] We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\n[02:02.57] Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\n[02:04.43] Kill-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil' Boat)\n[02:06.21] I can't go out like Titanic (No)\n[02:07.86] Ice on my wrist, it's gigantic (Bling)\n[02:09.94] Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\n[02:11.79] Glacier boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\n[02:13.35] Baby girl, settle down (Settle)\n[02:14.89] Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\n[02:16.42] Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\n[02:18.29] (Bah, bah, bah) They gon' air it out, woo, woo\n[02:19.94] Lil' Boat\n[02:21.78] It's straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n[02:24.76] Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\n[02:26.93] Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna' do it\n[02:29.67] Big cash too, I'm talking 75 points and up\n[02:31.97] Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:34.55] Flawless diamonds and all that\n[02:36.27] Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n[02:37.96] I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n[02:40.26] Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:42.97] It's comin' from the youngest in charge from this\n[02:44.72] It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me\n[02:47.09] All my watches cost over 50, bitch\n[02:48.94] And stop tellin' me, \"Stop buyin' jewelry\"\n[02:50.85] 'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n[02:51.94] Everytime you say \"Stop buyin'\" I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\n[02:54.78] I seen ya' house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch\n[02:57.24] You feel me, look at, look at this ring I just bought\n[02:59.62] Oh, you just married your girl? I married myself\n[03:01.95] Check this ring, you feel me\n[03:03.20] I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\n[03:06.48] Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n[03:08.57] And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n[03:10.62] That shit ain't money to me\n[03:12.33] Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n[03:15.52] Lil' Boat\n[03:16.81] Yeah that's our intro hoe\n[03:18.90] Yeah\n[03:20.41] And we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n[03:21.93] Just like that you feel me\n[03:23.88] That shit was too hard\n[03:27.66] That's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\n[03:31.22] That shit was hard bro\n[03:33.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (Migos, Lil Yachty feat. 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You feel me, look at, look at this ring I just bought\n  start_ms: 177240\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Oh, you just married your girl? 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I married myself\n  Check this ring, you feel me\n  I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\n  Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n  And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n  That shit ain't money to me\n  Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n\n  Lil' Boat\n  Yeah that's our intro hoe\n  Yeah\n  And we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n  Just like that you feel me\n  That shit was too hard\n  That's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\n  That shit was hard bro\n"},{"id":14086698,"name":"Intro ft. Migos, Lil Yachty & Gucci Mane","trackName":"Intro ft. 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I married myself\nCheck this ring, you feel me\nI'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\nY'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\nAnd if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\nThat shit ain't money to me\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n\nLil' Boat\nYeah that's our intro hoe\nYeah\nAnd we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\nJust like that you feel me\nThat shit was too hard\nThat's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\nThat shit was hard bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.50] Dj Durel!\n[00:04.99] \n[00:14.38] It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n[00:17.82] Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, brr, brr)\n[00:21.82] She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, hah)\n[00:25.09] 'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh, glacier, glacier)\n[00:28.18] I skrt coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)\n[00:30.11] Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)\n[00:31.70] Youngest in the room (Yeah)\n[00:32.96] Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)\n[00:34.84] Sawed-off pump go, \"Boom!\" (Boom!)\n[00:36.77] Old ass nigga thought Lil' Boat was a coon\n[00:38.42] I reserved his daughter for June (June)\n[00:39.76] Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:41.76] Iceberg, ice trays\n[00:43.18] We the culture, nigga, no Tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\n[00:45.58] White ice, dark shades (Yeah)\n[00:46.87] They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\n[00:49.08] I can't get sick with the jewelry, no A's\n[00:50.96] And my hunnids old, just look at the age (Yeah)\n[00:52.42] I get the bag, and walk on the stage\n[00:54.11] Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n[00:55.76] (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n[00:58.05] Gucci Mane a plug\n[00:59.78] If I ain't knew no Takeoff, prolly think he sellin' drugs\n[01:03.16] If I ain't knew no Quavo, prolly think he sellin' Bud\n[01:06.60] Offset told me sign Pablo, 'cause he got designer drugs\n[01:10.12] (Flah, flah, flah) Niggas shootin' in the club\n[01:13.68] Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\n[01:17.53] Flip that work with a spatula, with none but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n[01:20.69] These bitches on the Bachelor they know them M's up (M&Ms)\n[01:24.45] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:27.83] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:31.47] Look at there\n[01:32.97] Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n[01:34.85] Get 'em outta here\n[01:35.86] I'ma shoot a hundred round drum 'til it empty, get another pair\n[01:38.47] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:41.95] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:45.67] Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brickfair\n[01:49.02] Give her swimwear\n[01:50.29] Diamonds pink clear, baguettes all wet like a sink yeah\n[01:52.53] My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n[01:53.66] They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\n[01:55.74] We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n[01:57.39] Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n[01:59.14] Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n[02:00.62] We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\n[02:02.55] Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\n[02:04.41] Kill-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil' Boat)\n[02:06.28] I can't go out like Titanic (No)\n[02:07.88] Ice on my wrist, it's gigantic (Bling)\n[02:09.93] Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\n[02:11.74] Glacier boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\n[02:13.32] Baby girl, settle down (Settle)\n[02:14.81] Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\n[02:16.49] Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\n[02:18.22] (Bah, bah, bah) They gon' air it out, woo, woo\n[02:19.94] Lil' Boat\n[02:21.77] It's straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n[02:24.76] Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\n[02:26.92] Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna' do it\n[02:29.62] Big cash too, I'm talking 75 points and up\n[02:31.98] Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:34.59] Flawless diamonds and all that\n[02:36.21] Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n[02:37.93] I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n[02:40.27] Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:42.97] It's comin' from the youngest in charge from this\n[02:44.79] It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me\n[02:47.02] All my watches cost over 50, bitch\n[02:48.99] And stop tellin' me, \"Stop buyin' jewelry\"\n[02:50.88] 'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n[02:51.96] Everytime you say \"Stop buyin'\" I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\n[02:54.73] I seen ya' house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch\n[02:57.24] You feel me, look at, look at this ring I just bought\n[02:59.64] Oh, you just married your girl? I married myself\n[03:01.98] Check this ring, you feel me\n[03:03.25] I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\n[03:06.49] Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n[03:08.59] And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n[03:10.63] That shit ain't money to me\n[03:12.36] Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n[03:15.50] Lil' Boat\n[03:16.87] Yeah that's our intro hoe\n[03:18.89] Yeah\n[03:20.41] And we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n[03:21.97] Just like that you feel me\n[03:23.81] That shit was too hard\n[03:27.66] That's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\n[03:31.24] That shit was hard bro\n[03:33.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro ft. 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I married myself\nCheck this ring, you feel me\nI'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me\nY'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\nAnd if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\nThat shit ain't money to me\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boyz\n\nLil' Boat\nYeah that's our intro hoe\nYeah\nAnd we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\nJust like that you feel me\nThat shit was too hard\nThat's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\nThat shit was hard bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.50] Dj Durel!\n[00:04.99] \n[00:14.38] It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n[00:17.82] Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, brr, brr)\n[00:21.82] She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, hah)\n[00:25.09] 'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh, glacier, glacier)\n[00:28.18] I skrt coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)\n[00:30.11] Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)\n[00:31.70] Youngest in the room (Yeah)\n[00:32.96] Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)\n[00:34.84] Sawed-off pump go, \"Boom!\" (Boom!)\n[00:36.77] Old ass nigga thought Lil' Boat was a coon\n[00:38.42] I reserved his daughter for June (June)\n[00:39.76] Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:41.76] Iceberg, ice trays\n[00:43.18] We the culture, nigga, no Tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\n[00:45.58] White ice, dark shades (Yeah)\n[00:46.87] They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\n[00:49.08] I can't get sick with the jewelry, no A's\n[00:50.96] And my hunnids old, just look at the age (Yeah)\n[00:52.42] I get the bag, and walk on the stage\n[00:54.11] Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n[00:55.76] (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n[00:58.05] Gucci Mane a plug\n[00:59.78] If I ain't knew no Takeoff, prolly think he sellin' drugs\n[01:03.16] If I ain't knew no Quavo, prolly think he sellin' Bud\n[01:06.60] Offset told me sign Pablo, 'cause he got designer drugs\n[01:10.12] (Flah, flah, flah) Niggas shootin' in the club\n[01:13.68] Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\n[01:17.53] Flip that work with a spatula, with none but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n[01:20.69] These bitches on the Bachelor they know them M's up (M&Ms)\n[01:24.45] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:27.83] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:31.47] Look at there\n[01:32.97] Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n[01:34.85] Get 'em outta here\n[01:35.86] I'ma shoot a hundred round drum 'til it empty, get another pair\n[01:38.47] Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:41.95] Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionaire\n[01:45.67] Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brickfair\n[01:49.02] Give her swimwear\n[01:50.29] Diamonds pink clear, baguettes all wet like a sink yeah\n[01:52.53] My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n[01:53.66] They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's\n[01:55.74] We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n[01:57.39] Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n[01:59.14] Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n[02:00.62] We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\n[02:02.55] Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\n[02:04.41] Kill-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil' Boat)\n[02:06.28] I can't go out like Titanic (No)\n[02:07.88] Ice on my wrist, it's gigantic (Bling)\n[02:09.93] Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\n[02:11.74] Glacier boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\n[02:13.32] Baby girl, settle down (Settle)\n[02:14.81] Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\n[02:16.49] Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\n[02:18.22] (Bah, bah, bah) They gon' air it out, woo, woo\n[02:19.94] Lil' Boat\n[02:21.77] It's straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n[02:24.76] Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\n[02:26.92] Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna' do it\n[02:29.62] Big cash too, I'm talking 75 points and up\n[02:31.98] Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:34.59] Flawless diamonds and all that\n[02:36.21] Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n[02:37.93] I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n[02:40.27] Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:42.97] It's comin' from the youngest in charge from this\n[02:44.79] It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me\n[02:47.02] All my watches cost over 50, bitch\n[02:48.99] And stop tellin' me, \"Stop buyin' jewelry\"\n[02:50.88] 'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n[02:51.96] Everytime you say \"Stop buyin'\" I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah\n[02:54.73] I seen ya' house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch\n[02:57.24] You feel me, look at, look at this ring I just bought\n[02:59.64] Oh, you just married your girl? 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boom (Boom)\nOld ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon\nI reserved his daughter for June (Yeah)\nBeat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n\nIceberg, ice trays\nWe the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\nWhite ice, dark shades (Yeah)\nThey think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\nI can get sick with the jewelry, no A's\nAnd my hundreds old, just look at the age (Wow)\nI get the bag and walk on the stage\nGlacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n\n(Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\nGucci Mane a plug\nIf I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs\nIf I ain't even know Quavo, probably think he sellin' bud\nOffset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs\n(Fah, fah, fah), niggas shootin' in the club\nShitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\nFlip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\nThirty bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&M)\n\nGet in there\nKnow a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\nFrigidaire\nI had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair\nLooky there\nTold the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\nGet 'em out of here\nI'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair\n\nGet in there\nKnow a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\nFrigidaire\nI had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair\nBillionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair\nGive her swimwear, diamonds pink clear\nBaguettes all wet like a sink, yeah\n\nMy diamonds singin' like Gladys\nThey gon' shoot out the window, want Addys\nWe got baddies on baddies on baddies\nWalk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\nDrippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\nWe not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\nFeed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\nKel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)\n\nI can't go out like Titanic (No)\nIce on my wrist is gigantic (Bling)\nBro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\nGlacier Boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\nBaby girl, settle down (Settle)\nShoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\nNiggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\nGraow, graow, graow, they gon' air it out\nWoo, woo, Lil Boat\n\nAnd straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\nSeen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\nZone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it\nBig cash too, I'm talking seventy-five pointers and up\nEverything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\nFlawless diamonds and all that\nPut them lil' ass diamonds away\nI'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\nThem enhanced diamonds, put 'em away\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\nIt's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?\nIt's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?\nAll my watches cost over fifty, bitch\n\nAnd stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry 'cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\nEvery time you say stop buyin' jewelery I'ma go buy more jewelry\nYeah, I seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?\nLook at, look at this ring I just bought\nOh, you just married your girl? I married myself\nCheck this ring, you feel me?\nI'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?\nY'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\nAnd if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\nThat shit ain't money to me\nFuck you talkin' 'bout, man? We them Glacier Boyz\nLil Boat\n\nYeah that's our intro, ho\nJust like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\nJust like that, you feel me\nThat shit was too hard\nKeep talkin' 'bout jewelry, nigga\nAyy, that's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\nYou feel me? Talkin' shit\nThat shit was hard, bro","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.65] Hah\n[00:02.91] DJ Durel\n[00:06.32] Burr\n[00:11.45] Hah\n[00:13.00] Money\n[00:13.95] It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n[00:17.72] Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, burr, burr)\n[00:21.07] She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, cookie)\n[00:24.61] 'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh!, glacier, glacier)\n[00:28.03] All us got coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)\n[00:29.62] Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)\n[00:31.34] Youngest in the room (Yeah)\n[00:32.72] Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)\n[00:34.44] Sawed-off pump go boom (Boom)\n[00:36.09] Old ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon\n[00:38.00] I reserved his daughter for June (Yeah)\n[00:39.88] Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:41.48] Iceberg, ice trays\n[00:42.86] We the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\n[00:45.05] White ice, dark shades (Yeah)\n[00:46.40] They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\n[00:48.35] I can get sick with the jewelry, no A's\n[00:50.22] And my hundreds old, just look at the age (Wow)\n[00:52.10] I get the bag and walk on the stage\n[00:53.75] Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n[00:55.63] (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n[00:57.73] Gucci Mane a plug\n[00:58.94] If I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs\n[01:02.98] If I ain't even know Quavo, probably think he sellin' bud\n[01:06.15] Offset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs\n[01:09.98] (Fah, fah, fah), niggas shootin' in the club\n[01:13.35] Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\n[01:17.04] Flip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n[01:20.09] Thirty bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&M)\n[01:24.50] Get in there\n[01:25.65] Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:27.95] Frigidaire\n[01:29.02] I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair\n[01:31.53] Looky there\n[01:32.46] Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n[01:34.65] Get 'em out of here\n[01:35.75] I'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair\n[01:38.40] Get in there\n[01:39.76] Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n[01:41.81] Frigidaire\n[01:43.09] I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair\n[01:45.16] Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair\n[01:48.78] Give her swimwear, diamonds pink clear\n[01:50.57] Baguettes all wet like a sink, yeah\n[01:52.02] My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n[01:53.53] They gon' shoot out the window, want Addys\n[01:55.37] We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n[01:56.76] Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n[01:58.54] Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n[02:00.26] We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\n[02:02.41] Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\n[02:04.36] Kel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)\n[02:05.88] I can't go out like Titanic (No)\n[02:07.86] Ice on my wrist is gigantic (Bling)\n[02:09.55] Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\n[02:11.14] Glacier Boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\n[02:13.14] Baby girl, settle down (Settle)\n[02:14.20] Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\n[02:16.18] Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\n[02:17.94] Graow, graow, graow, they gon' air it out\n[02:19.19] Woo, woo, Lil Boat\n[02:21.03] And straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n[02:24.18] Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\n[02:26.32] Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it\n[02:29.56] Big cash too, I'm talking seventy-five pointers and up\n[02:31.85] Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:34.76] Flawless diamonds and all that\n[02:35.92] Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n[02:37.85] I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n[02:39.43] Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away\n[02:41.42] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[02:42.54] It's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?\n[02:44.31] It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?\n[02:46.60] All my watches cost over fifty, bitch\n[02:48.72] And stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry 'cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n[02:51.63] Every time you say stop buyin' jewelery I'ma go buy more jewelry\n[02:53.94] Yeah, I seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?\n[02:57.69] Look at, look at this ring I just bought\n[02:59.38] Oh, you just married your girl? I married myself\n[03:01.57] Check this ring, you feel me?\n[03:02.96] I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?\n[03:06.11] Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n[03:08.43] And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n[03:10.74] That shit ain't money to me\n[03:12.67] Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man? We them Glacier Boyz\n[03:15.30] Lil Boat\n[03:16.88] Yeah that's our intro, ho\n[03:18.91] Just like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n[03:21.40] Just like that, you feel me\n[03:23.36] That shit was too hard\n[03:25.44] Keep talkin' 'bout jewelry, nigga\n[03:27.99] Ayy, that's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\n[03:30.09] You feel me? Talkin' shit\n[03:31.13] That shit was hard, bro\n[03:33.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Quality Control, Migos, Lil Yachty\n  album: 'Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2'\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hah\n  start_ms: 650\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: DJ Durel\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 6320\n- text: Burr\n  start_ms: 6320\n  end_ms: 11450\n- text: Hah\n  start_ms: 11450\n  end_ms: 13000\n- text: Money\n  start_ms: 13000\n  end_ms: 13950\n- text: It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n  start_ms: 13950\n  end_ms: 17720\n- text: Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, burr, burr)\n  start_ms: 17720\n  end_ms: 21070\n- text: She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, cookie)\n  start_ms: 21070\n  end_ms: 24610\n- text: '''Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh!, glacier, glacier)'\n  start_ms: 24610\n  end_ms: 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Talkin' shit\n  start_ms: 210090\n  end_ms: 211130\n- text: That shit was hard, bro\n  start_ms: 211130\n  end_ms: 213200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 213200\nplain: |-\n  Hah\n  DJ Durel\n  Burr\n  Hah\n  Money\n\n  It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)\n  Gave my jeweler an M and told him, \"Ice the club\" (Ice me up, burr, burr)\n  She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, cookie)\n  'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh!, glacier, glacier)\n\n  All us got coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)\n  Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)\n  Youngest in the room (Yeah)\n  Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)\n  Sawed-off pump go boom (Boom)\n  Old ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon\n  I reserved his daughter for June (Yeah)\n  Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  Iceberg, ice trays\n  We the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)\n  White ice, dark shades (Yeah)\n  They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze\n  I can get sick with the jewelry, no A's\n  And my hundreds old, just look at the age (Wow)\n  I get the bag and walk on the stage\n  Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age\n\n  (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)\n  Gucci Mane a plug\n  If I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs\n  If I ain't even know Quavo, probably think he sellin' bud\n  Offset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs\n  (Fah, fah, fah), niggas shootin' in the club\n  Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)\n  Flip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)\n  Thirty bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&M)\n\n  Get in there\n  Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n  Frigidaire\n  I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair\n  Looky there\n  Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear\n  Get 'em out of here\n  I'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair\n\n  Get in there\n  Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire\n  Frigidaire\n  I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair\n  Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair\n  Give her swimwear, diamonds pink clear\n  Baguettes all wet like a sink, yeah\n\n  My diamonds singin' like Gladys\n  They gon' shoot out the window, want Addys\n  We got baddies on baddies on baddies\n  Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally\n  Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance\n  We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)\n  Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)\n  Kel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)\n\n  I can't go out like Titanic (No)\n  Ice on my wrist is gigantic (Bling)\n  Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)\n  Glacier Boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)\n  Baby girl, settle down (Settle)\n  Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)\n  Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)\n  Graow, graow, graow, they gon' air it out\n  Woo, woo, Lil Boat\n\n  And straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man\n  Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me\n  Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it\n  Big cash too, I'm talking seventy-five pointers and up\n  Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'\n  Flawless diamonds and all that\n  Put them lil' ass diamonds away\n  I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away\n  Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away\n  Know what I'm sayin'?\n  It's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?\n  It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?\n  All my watches cost over fifty, bitch\n\n  And stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry 'cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry\n  Every time you say stop buyin' jewelery I'ma go buy more jewelry\n  Yeah, I seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?\n  Look at, look at this ring I just bought\n  Oh, you just married your girl? I married myself\n  Check this ring, you feel me?\n  I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?\n  Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man\n  And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me\n  That shit ain't money to me\n  Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man? We them Glacier Boyz\n  Lil Boat\n\n  Yeah that's our intro, ho\n  Just like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out\n  Just like that, you feel me\n  That shit was too hard\n  Keep talkin' 'bout jewelry, nigga\n  Ayy, that's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch\n  You feel me? 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Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin',\n  You know what I mean, this shit ain't over nigga\n\n  Chanel and Dolce Gabbana\n  I bought that shit for my mama\n  I stood right in front of your honor, huh\n  When I got home, ran up commas\n\n  Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh\n  Bitch I'm your daddy, your father\n  Who that be talkin' 'bout drama\n  Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em\n  I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof\n\n  Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop\n  Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth\n  In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse\n\n  Throw the bitch off of the back, it's an oop\n  She wanna fuck the whole group\n  But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you\n  We fuck and that's all that we do\n\n  Bon appétit, let's eat\n  Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked\n  Hachoo, she sneezed\n  Bitch on her knees off the skis\n  When I fuck do not call me back, please\n\n  Diamonds all white like the priest\n  Maison Margiela on sleeves\n  I'm 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