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Dot\n\nShe want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this\nIn fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis\nI know my Houston partners, drop a four on this\nAnd focus, and slow it down, down, alright, let me blow this bitch\n\nI'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror\nHang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest\nWatch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest\nPop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!\n\nOh, oh, luxury\nChidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that\nOh, oh, collard greens\nThree degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that\nOh, oh, down with that shit\nDrink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye\nOh, oh, down with the shit\nCop this, pop this, down with the shit\n\nBummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom\nBroke niggas hate it, still never robbed him\nGuns in the basement, out they have a problem\nKush be my fragrance, we love marijuana\nFunction on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker\nPsych ward is ballin', go craze like no other\nWeed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma\nRuns in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'\n\nFaded, faded-faded right\nShot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight\nMeet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside\nStick it up ya Southside (icky-icky, icky-icky)\nBaller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude\nWhat these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes\nSmokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students loving Q\nWe gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too\n\nOh, oh, luxury\nChidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that\nOh, oh, collard greens\nThree degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that\nOh, oh, down with that shit\nDrink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye\nOh, oh, down with the shit\nCop this, pop this, down with the shit, oh","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:08.13] Oh, oh\n[00:10.30] Yo, yo\n[00:12.19] Oh, oh, luxury\n[00:15.37] Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that\n[00:18.37] Oh, oh, collard greens\n[00:21.34] Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that\n[00:24.52] Oh, oh, down with that shit\n[00:27.48] Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye\n[00:31.01] Oh, oh, down with the shit\n[00:33.73] Cop this, pop this, down with the shit\n[00:36.94] Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver\n[00:40.15] Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga\n[00:43.31] Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver\n[00:46.26] Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer\n[00:49.48] Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter\n[00:52.64] Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object\n[00:56.86] Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings\n[00:58.96] Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin'\n[01:02.50] Give me, give me, give me some\n[01:04.62] Freak the freckles off your face\n[01:06.67] Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue\n[01:07.97] Click my link and spread your buns\n[01:09.65] Lose your denim, make it numb\n[01:10.96] Blow it baby, no Saddam, icky-icky, icky-icky\n[01:15.00] Fuckin' in the car service, thank me for the car pool\n[01:18.28] Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco\n[01:21.43] And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro\n[01:24.31] You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo\n[01:27.78] Oh, oh, luxury\n[01:30.46] Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that\n[01:33.63] Oh, oh, collard greens\n[01:36.81] Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that\n[01:39.65] Oh, oh, down with that shit, drink this\n[01:43.01] Smoke this, get down with the shit, aye\n[01:46.08] Oh, oh, down with the shit\n[01:48.42] Cop this, pop this, down with the shit\n[01:51.66] Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song\n[01:55.38] Translation, ven aqui, mami, ese culo\n[01:58.09] Tu quieres cojer mis huevos, y papi me desespero\n[02:01.27] Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron\n[02:03.71] Let's get it, nights like this, I'm a knight like this\n[02:06.23] Sword in my hand, I fight like this\n[02:07.81] And I'm more than a man, I'm a God\n[02:09.42] Bitch, touché, en garde\n[02:10.78] Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra\n[02:13.90] And when I say \"Doo-doo, doo-doo,\" bitch, that be K. 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Dot\n\n  She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this\n  In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis\n  I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this\n  And focus, and slow it down, down, alright, let me blow this bitch\n\n  I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror\n  Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest\n  Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest\n  Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!\n\n  Oh, oh, luxury\n  Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that\n  Oh, oh, collard greens\n  Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that\n  Oh, oh, down with that shit\n  Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye\n  Oh, oh, down with the shit\n  Cop this, pop this, down with the shit\n\n  Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom\n  Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him\n  Guns in the basement, out they have a problem\n  Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana\n  Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker\n  Psych ward is ballin', go craze like no other\n  Weed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma\n  Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'\n\n  Faded, faded-faded right\n  Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight\n  Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside\n  Stick it up ya Southside (icky-icky, icky-icky)\n  Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude\n  What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes\n  Smokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students loving Q\n  We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too\n\n  Oh, oh, luxury\n  Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that\n  Oh, oh, collard greens\n  Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that\n  Oh, oh, down with that shit\n  Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye\n  Oh, oh, down with the shit\n  Cop this, pop this, down with the shit, oh\n"},{"id":21092863,"name":"Californication feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\nYou bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\nTrust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\nEvery state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\nThese new niggas can't f*ck with us\nYo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\nProbably be the reason why I fucked yo\nOnly had 1 ? and I fucked them too\nNigga gon do what a nigga gon do\nI'm a real nigga from around the way\nDo it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\nYou fade away like Jordan J\nStill gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\nWhispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\nWipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\nSee this is very very very rare, young listener\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\nFor sho I bring the baddest through\nI sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\nThe black girls say I'm mad at you\nThe illest gangster, no debate\nA natural you must concentrate\nI came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\nBut now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\nI'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\nEenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\nCome pull it out and kiss it ho\nThere He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\nAll my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\nToss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\nMake you feel some type of K\nThat body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\nMoney I make that shit replay\nRewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\nAll my niggas be balling bitch\nAll y'all bitches be calling bitch\nY'all niggas can't control a bitch\nHope all my young niggas notice this\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Californication feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\n  You bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\n  Trust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\n  Every state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\n  These new niggas can't f*ck with us\n  Yo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\n  Probably be the reason why I fucked yo\n  Only had 1 ? and I fucked them too\n  Nigga gon do what a nigga gon do\n  I'm a real nigga from around the way\n  Do it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\n  You fade away like Jordan J\n  Still gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\n  Whispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\n  Wipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\n  See this is very very very rare, young listener\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\n  For sho I bring the baddest through\n  I sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\n  The black girls say I'm mad at you\n  The illest gangster, no debate\n  A natural you must concentrate\n  I came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\n  But now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\n  I'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\n  Eenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\n  Come pull it out and kiss it ho\n  There He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\n  All my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\n  Toss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\n  Make you feel some type of K\n  That body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\n  Money I make that shit replay\n  Rewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\n  All my niggas be balling bitch\n  All y'all bitches be calling bitch\n  Y'all niggas can't control a bitch\n  Hope all my young niggas notice this\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n"},{"id":20074764,"name":"Californication (feat. A$AP Rocky)","trackName":"Californication (feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\nYou bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\nTrust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\nEvery state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\nThese new niggas can't f*ck with us\nYo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\nProbably be the reason why I fucked yo\nOnly had 1 ? and I fucked them too\nNigga gon do what a nigga gon do\nI'm a real nigga from around the way\nDo it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\nYou fade away like Jordan J\nStill gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\nWhispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\nWipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\nSee this is very very very rare, young listener\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\nFor sho I bring the baddest through\nI sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\nThe black girls say I'm mad at you\nThe illest gangster, no debate\nA natural you must concentrate\nI came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\nBut now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\nI'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\nEenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\nCome pull it out and kiss it ho\nThere He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\nAll my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\nToss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\nMake you feel some type of K\nThat body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\nMoney I make that shit replay\nRewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\nAll my niggas be balling bitch\nAll y'all bitches be calling bitch\nY'all niggas can't control a bitch\nHope all my young niggas notice this\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Californication (feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\n  You bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\n  Trust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\n  Every state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\n  These new niggas can't f*ck with us\n  Yo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\n  Probably be the reason why I fucked yo\n  Only had 1 ? and I fucked them too\n  Nigga gon do what a nigga gon do\n  I'm a real nigga from around the way\n  Do it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\n  You fade away like Jordan J\n  Still gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\n  Whispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\n  Wipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\n  See this is very very very rare, young listener\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\n  For sho I bring the baddest through\n  I sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\n  The black girls say I'm mad at you\n  The illest gangster, no debate\n  A natural you must concentrate\n  I came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\n  But now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\n  I'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\n  Eenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\n  Come pull it out and kiss it ho\n  There He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\n  All my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\n  Toss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\n  Make you feel some type of K\n  That body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\n  Money I make that shit replay\n  Rewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\n  All my niggas be balling bitch\n  All y'all bitches be calling bitch\n  Y'all niggas can't control a bitch\n  Hope all my young niggas notice this\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n"},{"id":16948375,"name":"Californication (feat. A$AP Rocky)","trackName":"Californication (feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\nYou bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\nTrust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\nEvery state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\nThese new niggas can't f*ck with us\nYo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\nProbably be the reason why I fucked yo\nOnly had 1 ? and I fucked them too\nNigga gon do what a nigga gon do\nI'm a real nigga from around the way\nDo it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\nYou fade away like Jordan J\nStill gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\nWhispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\nWipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\nSee this is very very very rare, young listener\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\nFor sho I bring the baddest through\nI sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\nThe black girls say I'm mad at you\nThe illest gangster, no debate\nA natural you must concentrate\nI came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\nBut now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\nI'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\nEenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\nCome pull it out and kiss it ho\nThere He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\nAll my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\nToss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\nMake you feel some type of K\nThat body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\nMoney I make that shit replay\nRewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\nAll my niggas be balling bitch\nAll y'all bitches be calling bitch\nY'all niggas can't control a bitch\nHope all my young niggas notice this\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Californication (feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\n  You bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\n  Trust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\n  Every state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\n  These new niggas can't f*ck with us\n  Yo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\n  Probably be the reason why I fucked yo\n  Only had 1 ? and I fucked them too\n  Nigga gon do what a nigga gon do\n  I'm a real nigga from around the way\n  Do it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\n  You fade away like Jordan J\n  Still gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\n  Whispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\n  Wipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\n  See this is very very very rare, young listener\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\n  For sho I bring the baddest through\n  I sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\n  The black girls say I'm mad at you\n  The illest gangster, no debate\n  A natural you must concentrate\n  I came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\n  But now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\n  I'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\n  Eenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\n  Come pull it out and kiss it ho\n  There He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\n  All my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\n  Toss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\n  Make you feel some type of K\n  That body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\n  Money I make that shit replay\n  Rewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\n  All my niggas be balling bitch\n  All y'all bitches be calling bitch\n  Y'all niggas can't control a bitch\n  Hope all my young niggas notice this\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n"},{"id":36868258,"name":"Californication (feat. A$AP Rocky)","trackName":"Californication (feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\nYou bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\nTrust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\nEvery state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\nThese new niggas can't f*ck with us\nYo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\nProbably be the reason why I fucked yo\nOnly had 1 ? and I fucked them too\nNigga gon do what a nigga gon do\nI'm a real nigga from around the way\nDo it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\nYou fade away like Jordan J\nStill gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\nWhispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\nWipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\nSee this is very very very rare, young listener\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\nFor sho I bring the baddest through\nI sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\nThe black girls say I'm mad at you\nThe illest gangster, no debate\nA natural you must concentrate\nI came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\nBut now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\nI'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\nEenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\nCome pull it out and kiss it ho\nThere He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\nAll my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\nToss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\nMake you feel some type of K\nThat body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\nMoney I make that shit replay\nRewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\nAll my niggas be balling bitch\nAll y'all bitches be calling bitch\nY'all niggas can't control a bitch\nHope all my young niggas notice this\n\nCa-ca-ca-californication\nCa-ca-ca-californication, fornicating","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Californication (feat. 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I been Groovin with my team ho\n  You bitch staring, I was on stage blowing indo\n  Trust me bro your bitch is weak but her booty got potential\n  Every state I go now rack it up, everything I wear now stacking up\n  These new niggas can't f*ck with us\n  Yo flacko why they wanna dress like you? Rap like Q? Wear bucket hats like Q?\n  Probably be the reason why I fucked yo\n  Only had 1 ? and I fucked them too\n  Nigga gon do what a nigga gon do\n  I'm a real nigga from around the way\n  Do it the player way. ASAP, TDE we here to stay\n  You fade away like Jordan J\n  Still gangster of the year, I'm in your favorite gear\n  Whispered in her ear, then drove it in hear rear\n  Wipe my dick off threw my hoody then I disappear\n  See this is very very very rare, young listener\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n\n  For sho I bring the baddest through\n  I sold dope on your avenue, the white girls call me radical\n  The black girls say I'm mad at you\n  The illest gangster, no debate\n  A natural you must concentrate\n  I came in this unorthodox with 2 left shoes, no matching socks\n  But now my Glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show\n  I'm eating look my tummy swole, I guess that's where my money go\n  Eenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe\n  Come pull it out and kiss it ho\n  There He GO!? G shit through ya stereo\n  All my shit historical, your shit need a miracle\n  Toss that out my vehicle, make you feel some type of way\n  Make you feel some type of K\n  That body guard won't work today, Yawk Yawk Yawk what more can I say?\n  Money I make that shit replay\n  Rewind back it up no mistake, bitch come right on my ?\n  All my niggas be balling bitch\n  All y'all bitches be calling bitch\n  Y'all niggas can't control a bitch\n  Hope all my young niggas notice this\n\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication\n  Ca-ca-ca-californication, fornicating\n"}]