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toke\n(Do it 'til you can't feel your face!)\nChug, chug, chug, chug\n(Now stop... and just groove.)\n\n(When the love runs high\nIt's-)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Banger\n  artist: Black Hippy Kendrick Lamar Ab-Soul Jay Rock ScHoolboy Q\n  album: Black Hippy 2\n  duration_ms: 201000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Drugs and girls\n  Uhh\n  Show me some love, my love\n  Last time I checked, you loved my love\n  Place nothing above my love\n  If you leave, come back, like above your butt\n  No ifs, ands, or buts\n  You're sufficient, but I still wanna fill you up\n  (When loves runs high)\n  Just when you thought enough was enough\n  I'm a kid in a museum and I just wanna touch\n  Every part of your body, tie you up and get naughty\n  Ho, we up in this party, HiiiPoWeR, money showers\n  All the ladies wanna kick it with Mr. Miyagi\n  Pull up, pull up, bring it back, come, rewind\n  I wanna touch up and down your spine\n  (When loves runs high)\n  A perfect 10 living on cloud 9\n\n  I like to drink all the time, fuck all the time\n  Anything that can get me outta my mind\n  I'm a rolling stone that needs another home, especially\n  (When loves runs high)\n\n  (Now everybody in the place!)\n  Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke\n  (Do it 'til you can't feel your face!)\n  Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug\n  (Now everybody in the place!)\n  Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke\n  (Do it 'til you can't feel your face!)\n  Chug, chug, chug, chug\n  (Now stop... and just groove.)\n\n  Uh, faded off life\n  See the dopeman, time to get right\n  Open up a bud light\n  Don Julio, coronas, comas\n  Bad bitches, bad bitches, call up bad bitches\n  Bring your friend to be a witness\n  (When loves runs high)\n  Whatever that mean\n  Need a shot, you the vaccine\n  You pumping through my veins\n  I'm a crack fiend, you're the crack\n  Drive your ass all night, meet the chauffeur\n  Bend you over in a rover, it's over\n  Never sober my cup runneth over\n  (When loves runs high)\n  Better know, girl, you fuckin' with a soldier\n\n  I like to drink all the time, fuck all the time\n  Anything that can get me outta my mind\n  I'm a rolling stone that needs another home, especially\n  (When loves runs high)\n\n  (Now everybody in the place!)\n  Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke\n  (Do it 'til you can't feel your face!)\n  Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug\n  (Now everybody in the place!)\n  Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke\n  (Do it 'til you can't feel your face!)\n  Chug, chug, chug, chug\n  (Now stop... and just groove.)\n\n  Blunts and broads\n  Drinking on liquor that's hard, oh my God\n  Baby tryna grab my draws\n  They call me dozer, I knock down walls\n  Jose, that's my homie\n  Yeah I hear you callin' earl in the hallway\n  (When loves runs high)\n  I gotta come down just to party\n  I'm turnt up, maxed out\n  Willie Manchester, blow your back out\n  Baby girl my advice, better back out\n  Got that dope stick, I'm the crack house\n  Listen ma, I got a role you can act out\n  And then like prince pant's get your ass out\n  I don't need a princess, I need a mistress\n  Whose sticking dick in a damsel in distress\n\n  I like to drink all the time, fuck all the time\n  Anything that can get me outta my mind\n  I'm a rolling stone that needs another home, especially\n  (When loves runs high)\n\n  (Now everybody in the place!)\n  Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke\n  (Do it 'til you can't feel your face!)\n  Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug\n  (Now everybody in the place!)\n  Toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke, toke\n  (Do it 'til you can't feel your face!)\n  Chug, chug, chug, chug\n  (Now stop... and just groove.)\n\n  (When the love runs high\n  It's-)\n"}]