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It's cool, he's back on road\n[01:36.80] Burn it down, burn it down, speedin' down ready\n[01:42.08] Heaven don't let me down, comin' down heavy\n[01:46.18] Brooklyn nigga ridin' low in the Chevy\n[01:50.49] Make this '94 feel like a Bentley\n[01:54.31] Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up\n[01:58.93] Turnt up, tryna kill the pain with my sick cup\n[02:03.18] Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up\n[02:07.36] Whole block, whole gang prayin', I deliver\n[02:11.66] Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up\n[02:15.92] Turnt up, tryna kill the pain with my sick cup\n[02:19.95] Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up\n[02:24.42] Whole block, whole gang prayin', I deliver\n[02:28.67] Now they'd never stop, even if I fall\n[02:33.51] If I ever die, it's nobody's fault\n[02:37.75] Just don't let me down, just don't break my heart\n[02:42.29] In my '94 Bentley, I'm a fucking star\n[02:46.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 94 Bentley (Paused)\n  artist: SAINt 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