[{"id":38658507,"name":"Robb Bank$ - ILYSM (feat. Famous Dex) (Official Audio)","trackName":"Robb Bank$ - ILYSM (feat. Famous Dex) (Official Audio)","artistName":"Robb Bank$","albumName":"Cloverfield 2.0 - EP","duration":154.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Natra\nPut that shit on gang\nWhy these hoes think we playing?\nHad to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\nKill them niggas, kill them once again\nTry to kill me, boy you missed\nShot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\nI ain't put none on the rip\nI told you off the rip\nSSET!\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh\n\nI love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\nI love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\nLoved her anyways and now she just a hoe\nI love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\nFemto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\nI'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\nI'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\nFuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\nYour main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\nYoung nigga look at you and I see food,\nbitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\nProbably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\nGot the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\nLeave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\nLet's take every pull, we gon' go slow\nBeen looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\nYou was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\nI just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\nI just got a new check, yeah\nI just fuck it up, huh\nGot your bitch, she sucking dick\nIn my Bentley truck, huh\nPop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\nPop a pill, she geeked, huh\nVans all on my feet, huh\nDiamonds on my teeth, huh\nIced out my AP\nYour man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\nHe can't be like me, huh\nHe's a wanna-be, uh\nRidin' 'round with the stick though, huh\nPlay the bitch like Nintendo, huh\nI get the money you lame, huh\nIced out on the chain, huh\nLooking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\nSwear to God, he lame, huh\nI get the money no fame, huh\nHe just do it for the fame, huh\nBaby girl wanna step, huh\nI'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\nGot dimes over here, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\n\nYeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nSippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nWhat, yeah, ooh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears\nI'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nYeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\nI get the money whatever\nI get the money whatever\nRun the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\nOoh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robb Bank$ - ILYSM (feat. Famous Dex) (Official Audio)\n  artist: Robb Bank$\n  album: Cloverfield 2.0 - EP\n  duration_ms: 154000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Natra\n  Put that shit on gang\n  Why these hoes think we playing?\n  Had to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\n  Kill them niggas, kill them once again\n  Try to kill me, boy you missed\n  Shot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\n  I ain't put none on the rip\n  I told you off the rip\n  SSET!\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n\n  I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\n  I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\n  Loved her anyways and now she just a hoe\n  I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\n  Femto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\n  I'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\n  I'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\n  Fuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\n  Your main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\n  Young nigga look at you and I see food,\n  bitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\n  Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\n  Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\n  Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\n  Let's take every pull, we gon' go slow\n  Been looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\n  You was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\n  I just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\n  I just got a new check, yeah\n  I just fuck it up, huh\n  Got your bitch, she sucking dick\n  In my Bentley truck, huh\n  Pop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\n  Pop a pill, she geeked, huh\n  Vans all on my feet, huh\n  Diamonds on my teeth, huh\n  Iced out my AP\n  Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\n  He can't be like me, huh\n  He's a wanna-be, uh\n  Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh\n  Play the bitch like Nintendo, huh\n  I get the money you lame, huh\n  Iced out on the chain, huh\n  Looking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\n  Swear to God, he lame, huh\n  I get the money no fame, huh\n  He just do it for the fame, huh\n  Baby girl wanna step, huh\n  I'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\n  Got dimes over here, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n\n  Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  What, yeah, ooh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears\n  I'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\n  I get the money whatever\n  I get the money whatever\n  Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\n  Ooh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n"},{"id":2383173,"name":"ILYSM (ft. Famous Dex)","trackName":"ILYSM (ft. Famous Dex)","artistName":"Robb Bank$","albumName":"MOLLY WORLD","duration":152.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Natra\nPut that shit on gang\nWhy these hoes think we playing?\nHad to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\nKill them niggas, kill them once again\nTry to kill me, boy you missed\nShot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\nI ain't put none on the rip\nI told you off the rip\nSSET!\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh\n\nI love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\nI love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\nLoved her anyways and now she just a hoe\nI love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\nFemto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\nI'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\nI'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\nFuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\nYour main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\nYoung nigga look at you and I see food,\nBitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\nProbably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\nGot the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\nLeave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\nLet's take every pull, we gon' go slow\nBeen looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\nYou was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\nI just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\nI just got a new check, yeah\nI just fuck it up, huh\nGot your bitch, she sucking dick\nIn my Bentley truck, huh\nPop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\nPop a pill, she geeked, huh\nVans all on my feet, huh\nDiamonds on my teeth, huh\nIced out my AP\nYour man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\nHe can't be like me, huh\nHe's a wanna-be, uh\nRidin' 'round with the stick though, huh\nPlay the bitch like Nintendo, huh\nI get the money you lame, huh\nIced out on the chain, huh\nLooking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\nSwear to God, he lame, huh\nI get the money no fame, huh\nHe just do it for the fame, huh\nBaby girl wanna step, huh\nI'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\nGot dimes over here, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\n\nYeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nSippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nWhat, yeah, ooh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears\nI'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nYeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\nI get the money whatever\nI get the money whatever\nRun the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\nOoh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ILYSM (ft. Famous Dex)\n  artist: Robb Bank$\n  album: MOLLY WORLD\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Natra\n  Put that shit on gang\n  Why these hoes think we playing?\n  Had to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\n  Kill them niggas, kill them once again\n  Try to kill me, boy you missed\n  Shot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\n  I ain't put none on the rip\n  I told you off the rip\n  SSET!\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n\n  I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\n  I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\n  Loved her anyways and now she just a hoe\n  I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\n  Femto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\n  I'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\n  I'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\n  Fuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\n  Your main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\n  Young nigga look at you and I see food,\n  Bitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\n  Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\n  Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\n  Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\n  Let's take every pull, we gon' go slow\n  Been looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\n  You was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\n  I just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\n  I just got a new check, yeah\n  I just fuck it up, huh\n  Got your bitch, she sucking dick\n  In my Bentley truck, huh\n  Pop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\n  Pop a pill, she geeked, huh\n  Vans all on my feet, huh\n  Diamonds on my teeth, huh\n  Iced out my AP\n  Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\n  He can't be like me, huh\n  He's a wanna-be, uh\n  Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh\n  Play the bitch like Nintendo, huh\n  I get the money you lame, huh\n  Iced out on the chain, huh\n  Looking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\n  Swear to God, he lame, huh\n  I get the money no fame, huh\n  He just do it for the fame, huh\n  Baby girl wanna step, huh\n  I'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\n  Got dimes over here, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n\n  Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  What, yeah, ooh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears\n  I'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\n  I get the money whatever\n  I get the money whatever\n  Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\n  Ooh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n"},{"id":6017354,"name":"Ilysm (feat. Famous Dex)","trackName":"Ilysm (feat. Famous Dex)","artistName":"Robb Bank$","albumName":"Molly World","duration":152.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Natra\nPut that shit on gang\nWhy these hoes think we playing?\nHad to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\nKill them niggas, kill them once again\nTry to kill me, boy you missed\nShot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\nI ain't put none on the rip\nI told you off the rip\nSSET!\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh\n\nI love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\nI love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\nLoved her anyways and now she just a hoe\nI love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\nFemto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\nI'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\nI'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\nFuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\nYour main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\nYoung nigga look at you and I see food,\nBitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\nProbably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\nGot the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\nLeave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\nLet's take every pull, we gon' go slow\nBeen looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\nYou was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\nI just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\nI just got a new check, yeah\nI just fuck it up, huh\nGot your bitch, she sucking dick\nIn my Bentley truck, huh\nPop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\nPop a pill, she geeked, huh\nVans all on my feet, huh\nDiamonds on my teeth, huh\nIced out my AP\nYour man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\nHe can't be like me, huh\nHe's a wanna-be, uh\nRidin' 'round with the stick though, huh\nPlay the bitch like Nintendo, huh\nI get the money you lame, huh\nIced out on the chain, huh\nLooking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\nSwear to God, he lame, huh\nI get the money no fame, huh\nHe just do it for the fame, huh\nBaby girl wanna step, huh\nI'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\nGot dimes over here, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\n\nYeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nSippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nWhat, yeah, ooh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears\nI'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nYeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\nI get the money whatever\nI get the money whatever\nRun the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\nOoh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ilysm (feat. Famous Dex)\n  artist: Robb Bank$\n  album: Molly World\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Natra\n  Put that shit on gang\n  Why these hoes think we playing?\n  Had to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\n  Kill them niggas, kill them once again\n  Try to kill me, boy you missed\n  Shot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\n  I ain't put none on the rip\n  I told you off the rip\n  SSET!\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n\n  I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\n  I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\n  Loved her anyways and now she just a hoe\n  I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\n  Femto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\n  I'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\n  I'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\n  Fuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\n  Your main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\n  Young nigga look at you and I see food,\n  Bitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\n  Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\n  Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\n  Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\n  Let's take every pull, we gon' go slow\n  Been looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\n  You was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\n  I just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\n  I just got a new check, yeah\n  I just fuck it up, huh\n  Got your bitch, she sucking dick\n  In my Bentley truck, huh\n  Pop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\n  Pop a pill, she geeked, huh\n  Vans all on my feet, huh\n  Diamonds on my teeth, huh\n  Iced out my AP\n  Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\n  He can't be like me, huh\n  He's a wanna-be, uh\n  Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh\n  Play the bitch like Nintendo, huh\n  I get the money you lame, huh\n  Iced out on the chain, huh\n  Looking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\n  Swear to God, he lame, huh\n  I get the money no fame, huh\n  He just do it for the fame, huh\n  Baby girl wanna step, huh\n  I'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\n  Got dimes over here, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n\n  Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  What, yeah, ooh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears\n  I'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\n  I get the money whatever\n  I get the money whatever\n  Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\n  Ooh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n"},{"id":2383172,"name":"ILYSM","trackName":"ILYSM","artistName":"Robb Bank$ feat. Famous Dex","albumName":"Molly World","duration":152.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Natra\nPut that shit on gang\nWhy these hoes think we playing?\nHad to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\nKill them niggas, kill them once again\nTry to kill me, boy you missed\nShot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\nI ain't put none on the rip\nI told you off the rip\nSSET!\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, Kill that bitch\nKill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh\n\nI love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\nI love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\nLoved her anyways and now she just a hoe\nI love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\nFemto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\nI'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\nI'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\nFuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\nYour main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\nYoung nigga look at you and I see food,\nBitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\nProbably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\nGot the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\nLeave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\nLet's take every pull, we gon' go slow\nBeen looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\nYou was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\nI just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\nI just got a new check, yeah\nI just fuck it up, huh\nGot your bitch, she sucking dick\nIn my Bentley truck, huh\nPop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\nPop a pill, she geeked, huh\nVans all on my feet, huh\nDiamonds on my teeth, huh\nIced out my AP\nYour man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\nHe can't be like me, huh\nHe's a wanna-be, uh\nRidin' 'round with the stick though, huh\nPlay the bitch like Nintendo, huh\nI get the money you lame, huh\nIced out on the chain, huh\nLooking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\nSwear to God, he lame, huh\nI get the money no fame, huh\nHe just do it for the fame, huh\nBaby girl wanna step, huh\nI'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\nGot dimes over here, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\n\nYeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nSippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nWhat, yeah, ooh\nDiamonds all in my ears, huh\nDiamonds all in my ears\nI'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\nYeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\nI get the money whatever\nI get the money whatever\nRun the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\nOoh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh\nSwear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\nFuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\nRacks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\nKnow you love it, know you love it\nKnow you love that shit, yeah\nKnow you love it, huh, huh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ILYSM\n  artist: Robb Bank$ feat. Famous Dex\n  album: Molly World\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Natra\n  Put that shit on gang\n  Why these hoes think we playing?\n  Had to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?)\n  Kill them niggas, kill them once again\n  Try to kill me, boy you missed\n  Shot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit\n  I ain't put none on the rip\n  I told you off the rip\n  SSET!\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch\n  Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n\n  I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much\n  I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope\n  Loved her anyways and now she just a hoe\n  I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)\n  Femto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)\n  I'm gonna go Patek my wrist,\n  I'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)\n  Fuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma\n  Your main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her\n  Young nigga look at you and I see food,\n  Bitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET)\n  Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around\n  Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out\n  Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh)\n  Let's take every pull, we gon' go slow\n  Been looking for you for a while, where you goin'?\n  You was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?\n  I just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond\n\n  I just got a new check, yeah\n  I just fuck it up, huh\n  Got your bitch, she sucking dick\n  In my Bentley truck, huh\n  Pop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh\n  Pop a pill, she geeked, huh\n  Vans all on my feet, huh\n  Diamonds on my teeth, huh\n  Iced out my AP\n  Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh\n  He can't be like me, huh\n  He's a wanna-be, uh\n  Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh\n  Play the bitch like Nintendo, huh\n  I get the money you lame, huh\n  Iced out on the chain, huh\n  Looking at me, swear to God, your man so broke\n  Swear to God, he lame, huh\n  I get the money no fame, huh\n  He just do it for the fame, huh\n  Baby girl wanna step, huh\n  I'm was drinkin' lean no beer, huh\n  Got dimes over here, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n\n  Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  What, yeah, ooh\n  Diamonds all in my ears, huh\n  Diamonds all in my ears\n  I'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer\n  Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what\n  I get the money whatever\n  I get the money whatever\n  Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch\n  Ooh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh\n  Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter\n\n  Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches\n  Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga\n  Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger\n  Know you love it, know you love it\n  Know you love that shit, yeah\n  Know you love it, huh, huh\n"}]