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How I survive? Impeccable tekkers\nNo point rocking a vest when you steppin'\nNeck and above how niggas be wettin'\nCheffin', kweffin', shootin', bootin'\nLondon's mad, end of discussion\nFuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\nYou're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\nI was eighteen in hella jewels\nNow I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\nI'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\nYou been hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\nChip in the dance, two-step bussin'\nIf I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\nLook at my corner, he just see artists\nAin't got a clue that the mandem will rush him (mad, mad)\nHands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\nGyal in my bed straight after the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\nScales in my rucksack cah I gotta weigh my ting when it lands\nTwo and a Q, no intent to supply, I get high, it's a percy pack\nHad to buss my hood like I was outside in the rain\nAnyone can dead, pushin' me to the age\nI'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\nNiggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\nAll my niggas are savages, bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\nSee your girl on the ends, now she wanna friends\nI look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\nNo, we ain't got to pretend\nEx-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries\nYeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\nHop out, a nigga surprised (uh huh)\nSold out Ally pally twice (uh huh)\nVVS and all the ice with boogers\nMesmerize, memorize (uh huh)\nTreatin' the Range like a sports car\nAnd I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\nSaw what I spend on my daughter\nNow she screamin' goals and she wanna have my kids\nLet the fiend try that dark, she said Jesus Nazareth\nMummy hit me on WhatsApp\nJakes are looking for me where my nanny lives\nLast night I was baggin' up crack and dark on my sliver plaque\nIf a nigga try to rob my gold, that's bronze tips in that silver wap\nAnd I just put coke on the stove, gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\nI got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\nHe want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\nHe want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\nTell the opps that we got larger waps\nCum in her pussy, a lava lamp\nGrowin' up now, I gotta move different\nI only cheat if it's two women\nBaby girl told me she wanna be wifey\nI asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\nGood girl said she want a man like me\nShe want a man like me cah I never been nicked\nI was in eighteen tryna buy me a crib\nYou wanna talk on my name but you've never been lit\nBoy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\nAin't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\nHad Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\nCriminal pickney, now I got large amounts\nBoy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\nAll my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\nJust tell me the floor, show me the door\nMy niggas kickin' 'em down\nFlicky in the whip, they wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[00:03.57] Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n[00:07.22] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[00:10.25] Yeah, greaze, uh\n[00:13.60] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[00:16.27] Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n[00:19.28] Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n[00:22.41] Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n[00:24.77] Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n[00:27.67] All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n[00:30.75] Just tell me the floor, show me the door\n[00:32.59] My niggas kickin' 'em down\n[00:34.21] Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n[00:37.20] Got my dream girl in my real life\n[00:38.78] In the dunya but I'm livin' nice\n[00:40.38] Bought a chain, didn't see the price\n[00:41.91] Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice\n[00:43.41] Who said that I'm civilized?\n[00:44.82] I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes\n[00:46.29] Spin the wheel, tryna win a prize\n[00:47.97] Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys\n[00:49.62] Man, I been the guy\n[00:50.27] I'ma whip that crack like banana pudding again\n[00:53.20] When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers act like Vladimir Putin just came\n[00:56.84] Niggas takin' the wave, just let 'em have fun with, tell 'em to run with it\n[00:59.80] I got some coke at my sister's, I got a gun at my brother's crib\n[01:02.95] And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the main\n[01:05.97] Got a little .32 concealed in boxers, call that fire in the mains\n[01:09.09] I was on tour with the hittas on deck, had fire on the stage\n[01:11.83] Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see a opp little sister, he'll probably fire off the stage\n[01:15.71] What do you reckon? How I survive? Impeccable tekkers\n[01:18.07] No point rocking a vest when you steppin'\n[01:19.79] Neck and above how niggas be wettin'\n[01:21.61] Cheffin', kweffin', shootin', bootin'\n[01:23.28] London's mad, end of discussion\n[01:24.77] Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n[01:26.31] You're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\n[01:27.90] I was eighteen in hella jewels\n[01:29.16] Now I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\n[01:30.82] I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\n[01:32.40] You been hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n[01:34.11] Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n[01:35.67] If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n[01:37.33] Look at my corner, he just see artists\n[01:38.65] Ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush him (mad, mad)\n[01:41.26] Hands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\n[01:44.91] Gyal in my bed straight after the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n[01:47.91] Scales in my rucksack cah I gotta weigh my ting when it lands\n[01:50.80] Two and a Q, no intent to supply, I get high, it's a percy pack\n[01:53.51] Had to buss my hood like I was outside in the rain\n[01:55.71] Anyone can dead, pushin' me to the age\n[01:57.92] I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\n[01:59.65] Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\n[02:02.80] All my niggas are savages, bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\n[02:06.35] See your girl on the ends, now she wanna friends\n[02:08.64] I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\n[02:11.33] No, we ain't got to pretend\n[02:12.78] Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries\n[02:15.59] Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\n[02:18.40] Hop out, a nigga surprised (uh huh)\n[02:20.25] Sold out Ally pally twice (uh huh)\n[02:21.61] VVS and all the ice with boogers\n[02:23.61] Mesmerize, memorize (uh huh)\n[02:25.14] Treatin' the Range like a sports car\n[02:26.48] And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\n[02:28.16] Saw what I spend on my daughter\n[02:29.76] Now she screamin' goals and she wanna have my kids\n[02:31.40] Let the fiend try that dark, she said Jesus Nazareth\n[02:34.42] Mummy hit me on WhatsApp\n[02:35.95] Jakes are looking for me where my nanny lives\n[02:37.64] Last night I was baggin' up crack and dark on my sliver plaque\n[02:40.22] If a nigga try to rob my gold, that's bronze tips in that silver wap\n[02:43.39] And I just put coke on the stove, gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\n[02:46.60] I got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\n[02:48.96] He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n[02:50.94] He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n[02:53.69] Tell the opps that we got larger waps\n[02:54.99] Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp\n[02:56.54] Growin' up now, I gotta move different\n[02:58.02] I only cheat if it's two women\n[02:59.69] Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey\n[03:01.45] I asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\n[03:02.87] Good girl said she want a man like me\n[03:04.45] She want a man like me cah I never been nicked\n[03:06.12] I was in eighteen tryna buy me a crib\n[03:07.68] You wanna talk on my name but you've never been lit\n[03:10.58] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[03:12.94] Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n[03:16.15] Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n[03:19.27] Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n[03:21.29] Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n[03:24.37] All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n[03:27.74] Just tell me the floor, show me the door\n[03:29.35] My niggas kickin' 'em down\n[03:30.84] Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mains\n  artist: Skepta\n  album: Insomnia\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Boy, don't sleep in 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slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n  start_ms: 210840\nplain: |-\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Yeah, greaze, uh\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n  Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n  Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n  Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n  All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n  Just tell me the floor, show me the door\n  My niggas kickin' 'em down\n  Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n  Got my dream girl in my real life\n  In the dunya but I'm livin' nice\n  Bought a chain, didn't see the price\n  Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice\n  Who said that I'm civilized?\n  I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes\n  Spin the wheel, tryna win a prize\n  Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys\n  Man, I been the guy\n  I'ma whip that crack like banana pudding again\n  When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers act like Vladimir Putin just came\n  Niggas takin' the wave, just let 'em have fun with, tell 'em to run with it\n  I got some coke at my sister's, I got a gun at my brother's crib\n  And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the main\n  Got a little .32 concealed in boxers, call that fire in the mains\n  I was on tour with the hittas on deck, had fire on the stage\n  Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see a opp little sister, he'll probably fire off the stage\n  What do you reckon? How I survive? Impeccable tekkers\n  No point rocking a vest when you steppin'\n  Neck and above how niggas be wettin'\n  Cheffin', kweffin', shootin', bootin'\n  London's mad, end of discussion\n  Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n  You're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\n  I was eighteen in hella jewels\n  Now I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\n  I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\n  You been hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n  Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n  If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n  Look at my corner, he just see artists\n  Ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush him (mad, mad)\n  Hands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\n  Gyal in my bed straight after the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n  Scales in my rucksack cah I gotta weigh my ting when it lands\n  Two and a Q, no intent to supply, I get high, it's a percy pack\n  Had to buss my hood like I was outside in the rain\n  Anyone can dead, pushin' me to the age\n  I'm 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Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see an op lil' sister, he'd prob' fire off the stage\n\n  What do you reckon? 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niggas kickin' 'em down\n  Flicky in the whip\n  They wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n\n  Got my dream girl in my real life\n  In the dunya but I'm livin' nice\n  Bought a chain, didn't see the price\n  Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice\n  Who said that I'm civilized?\n  I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes\n  Spin the wheel, tryna win the prize\n  Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys\n  Man, I been the guy\n\n  I'ma whip that crack like banana puddin' again (ey, ey)\n  When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers\n  Act like Vladimir Putin just came\n  Niggas takin' the wave\n  Just let 'em have fun with it, tell 'em to run with it\n  I got some coke at my sister's, I got a gun at my brother's crib\n\n  And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the mains (fire on the mains)\n  Got a lil' .32 concealed in my boxers, call that fire on the mains (fire on the mains)\n  I was on tour with the hitters on the deck, caught fire on the stage (hee, hee)\n  Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see an op lil' sister, he'd prob' fire off the stage\n\n  What do you reckon? How I survive\n  Impeccable takers\n  No point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\n  Neckin' above how niggas be wettin'\n  Cheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\n  London's mad, end of discussion\n  Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n  You're not the G.O.A.T, my nigga, you mutton\n\n  I was 18 in hella jewels\n  Now I'm 28 in hella jewels\n  I'll be 38 in hella jewels\n  You be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\n  Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n  If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n  Look in my corner, he just sees artists\n  He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (mad, mad)\n\n  Hands on man, no hands on grams, but I still got my hands on grands\n  Girl in my bed\n  Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n  Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (lands)\n  Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n  I get high, it's a Percy' pack\n\n  Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (ye, ye)\n  Anyone can dead\n  Push me to the edge, I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\n  Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\n  All my niggas are savages (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\n\n  See your girl on the ends, now she wanna be friends\n  I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\n  No, we ain't got to pretend\n  Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries (hey, hey)\n  Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\n\n  Hop out, a nigga surprised (uh-huh-huh)\n  Sold out Ally Pally twice (uh-huh)\n  VVS, I do the ice, mesmerize, memorize\n  Treatin' the Range like a sports car\n  And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\n  Saw what I spend on my daughter\n  Now she screamin', \"Goals\", and she wanna have my kids\n\n  Let the fiend try that, dawg, she said, \"Jesus Nazareth\"\n  Mummy hit me up on WhatsApp\n  Jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives\n\n  Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter\n  If a nigga try to rob my gold that's bronze tips in that silver wap\n  And I just put coke in the stove\n  Gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\n  I got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  Tell the opps we got larger waps\n  Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp\n\n  Growin' up now, gotta move different\n  I only 'chieve if it's two women\n  Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey\n  I asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\n  Good girl said she want a man like me\n  She want a man like me 'cause I never been nicked\n  I was 18 tryna buy me a crib\n  You wanna talk on my name, but you never been licked\n\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's 60\n  Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n  Criminal Pinckney, now I got large amounts\n\n  Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n  All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n  Just tell me the floors, show me the door\n  My niggas kicking 'em down\n  Flicky in the whip\n  They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n"},{"id":15716494,"name":"Mains","trackName":"Mains","artistName":"Skepta, Chip & Young Adz","albumName":"U.K Single Charts","duration":230.034286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\nAin't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's 60\nBoy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\nYeah, grease, uh\n\nBoy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\nAin't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's 60\nHad Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\nCriminal Pinckney, now I got large amounts\n\nBoy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in 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cannot give 'em the clout\n[00:37.23] Got my dream girl in my real life\n[00:39.09] In the dunya but I'm livin' nice\n[00:40.69] Bought a chain, didn't see the price\n[00:42.29] Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice\n[00:43.86] Who said that I'm civilized?\n[00:45.16] I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes\n[00:46.83] Spin the wheel, tryna win the prize\n[00:48.34] Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys\n[00:49.84] Man, I been the guy\n[00:50.72] I'ma whip that crack like banana puddin' again (ey, ey)\n[00:53.47] When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers\n[00:55.28] Act like Vladimir Putin just came\n[00:57.00] Niggas takin' the wave\n[00:57.84] Just let 'em have fun with it, tell 'em to run with it\n[01:00.30] I got some coke at my sister's, I got a gun at my brother's crib\n[01:03.37] And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the mains (fire on the mains)\n[01:06.26] Got a lil' .32 concealed in my boxers, call that fire on the mains (fire on the mains)\n[01:09.47] I was on 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How I survive\n[01:17.60] Impeccable takers\n[01:18.63] No point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\n[01:20.10] Neckin' above how niggas be wettin'\n[01:22.42] Cheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\n[01:23.33] London's mad, end of discussion\n[01:24.94] Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n[01:26.54] You're not the G.O.A.T, my nigga, you mutton\n[01:28.01] I was 18 in hella jewels\n[01:29.66] Now I'm 28 in hella jewels\n[01:31.28] I'll be 38 in hella jewels\n[01:32.66] You be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n[01:34.39] Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n[01:36.07] If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n[01:37.65] Look in my corner, he just sees artists\n[01:39.28] He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (mad, mad)\n[01:41.74] Hands on man, no hands on grams, but I still got my hands on grands\n[01:45.12] Girl in my bed\n[01:45.62] Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n[01:48.48] Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (lands)\n[01:51.37] Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n[01:52.74] I get high, it's a Percy' pack\n[01:53.86] Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (ye, ye)\n[01:56.25] Anyone can dead\n[01:57.44] Push me to the edge, I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\n[02:00.30] Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\n[02:03.36] All my niggas are savages (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:04.51] Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\n[02:06.47] See your girl on the ends, now she wanna be friends\n[02:09.03] I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\n[02:11.58] No, we ain't got to pretend\n[02:13.01] Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries (hey, hey)\n[02:15.84] Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\n[02:18.92] Hop out, a nigga surprised (uh-huh-huh)\n[02:20.41] Sold out Ally Pally twice (uh-huh)\n[02:22.06] VVS, I do the ice, mesmerize, memorize\n[02:25.27] Treatin' the Range like a sports car\n[02:26.55] And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\n[02:28.31] Saw what I spend on my daughter\n[02:29.67] Now she screamin', \"Goals\", and she wanna have my kids\n[02:31.62] Let the fiend try that, dawg, she said, \"Jesus Nazareth\"\n[02:34.80] Mummy hit me up on WhatsApp\n[02:35.94] Jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives\n[02:37.63] Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter\n[02:40.48] If a nigga try to rob my gold that's bronze tips in that silver wap\n[02:43.69] And I just put coke in the stove\n[02:44.70] Gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\n[02:47.01] I got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\n[02:48.82] He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n[02:51.72] He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n[02:53.60] Tell the opps we got larger waps\n[02:55.29] Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp\n[02:56.76] Growin' up now, gotta move different\n[02:58.56] I only 'chieve if it's 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Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see an op lil' sister, he'd prob' fire off the stage\n\n  What do you reckon? How I survive\n  Impeccable takers\n  No point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\n  Neckin' above how niggas be wettin'\n  Cheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\n  London's mad, end of discussion\n  Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n  You're not the G.O.A.T, my nigga, you mutton\n\n  I was 18 in hella jewels\n  Now I'm 28 in hella jewels\n  I'll be 38 in hella jewels\n  You be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\n  Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n  If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n  Look in my corner, he just sees artists\n  He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (mad, mad)\n\n  Hands on man, no hands on grams, but I still got my hands on grands\n  Girl in my bed\n  Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n  Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (lands)\n  Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n  I get high, it's a Percy' pack\n\n  Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (ye, ye)\n  Anyone can dead\n 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How I survive\nImpeccable tekkers\nNo point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\nNeckin' above how niggas be wettin'\nCheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\nLondon's mad, end of discussion\nFuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\nYou're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\n\nI was eighteen in hella jewels\nNow I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\nI'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\nYou be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\nChip in the dance, two-step bussin'\nIf I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\nLook in my corner, he just sees artists\nHe ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (Mad, mad)\n\nHands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\nGirl in my bed\nStraight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\nScales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (Lands)\nTwo and a Q, no intent to supply\nI get high, it's a percy' pack\n\nHad to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (Ye, ye)\nAnyone can dead\nPush me to the 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How I survive\n  Impeccable tekkers\n  No point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\n  Neckin' above how niggas be wettin'\n  Cheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\n  London's mad, end of discussion\n  Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n  You're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\n\n  I was eighteen in hella jewels\n  Now I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\n  I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\n  You be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\n  Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n  If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n  Look in my corner, he just sees artists\n  He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (Mad, mad)\n\n  Hands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\n  Girl in my bed\n  Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n  Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (Lands)\n  Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n  I get high, it's a percy' pack\n\n  Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (Ye, ye)\n  Anyone can dead\n  Push me to the edge, I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\n  Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\n  All my niggas are savages (Yea, yea, yea, yea)\n  Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\n\n  See your girl on the ends, now she wanna friends\n  I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\n  No, we ain't got to pretend\n  Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries (Hey, hey)\n  Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\n\n  Hop out, a nigga surprised (Uh-huh-huh)\n  Sold out Ally Pally twice (Uh-huh)\n  VVS, I do the ice, mesmerise, memorise\n  Treatin' the Range like a sports car\n  And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\n  Saw what I spend on my daughter\n  Now she screamin', \"Goals\", and she wanna have my kids\n\n  Let the fiend try that, dawg, she said, \"Jesus Nazareth\"\n  Mummy hit me up on WhatsApp\n  Jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives\n\n  Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter\n  If a nigga try to rob my gold that's bronze tips in that silver wap\n  And I just put coke in the stove\n  Gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\n  I got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  Tell the opps we got larger waps\n  Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp\n\n  Growin' up now, gotta move different\n  I only 'chieve if it's two women\n  Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey\n  I asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\n  Good girl said she want a man like me\n  She want a man like me 'cause I never been nicked\n  I was 18 tryna buy me a crib\n  You wanna talk on my name, but you never been licked\n\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n  Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n  Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n  Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n  All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n  Just tell me the floors, show me the door\n  My niggas kickin' it down\n  Flicky in the whip\n  They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n"},{"id":5713559,"name":"Mains","trackName":"Mains","artistName":"Skepta feat. 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(Hee, hee)\n  Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see an op lil' sister, he'd prob' fire off the stage\n\n  What do you reckon? How I survive\n  Impeccable tekkers\n  No point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\n  Neckin' above how niggas be wettin'\n  Cheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\n  London's mad, end of discussion\n  Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n  You're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\n\n  I was eighteen in hella jewels\n  Now I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\n  I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\n  You be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\n  Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n  If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n  Look in my corner, he just sees artists\n  He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (Mad, mad)\n\n  Hands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\n  Girl in my bed\n  Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n  Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (Lands)\n  Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n  I get high, it's a percy' pack\n\n  Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain 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lands (lands)\n[01:51.36] Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n[01:52.76] I get high, it's a Percy' pack\n[01:53.84] Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (ye, ye)\n[01:56.21] Anyone can dead\n[01:57.47] Push me to the edge, I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\n[02:00.31] Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\n[02:03.32] All my niggas are savages (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:04.54] Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\n[02:06.44] See your girl on the ends, now she wanna be friends\n[02:09.01] I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\n[02:11.55] No, we ain't got to pretend\n[02:13.08] Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries (hey, hey)\n[02:15.83] Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\n[02:18.96] Hop out, a nigga surprised (uh-huh-huh)\n[02:20.45] Sold out Ally Pally twice (uh-huh)\n[02:22.09] VVS, I do the ice, mesmerize, memorize\n[02:25.23] 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two women\n[03:00.08] Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey\n[03:01.59] I asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\n[03:03.17] Good girl said she want a man like me\n[03:04.40] She want a man like me 'cause I never been nicked\n[03:06.33] I was 18 tryna buy me a crib\n[03:07.61] You wanna talk on my name, but you never been licked\n[03:10.61] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[03:13.48] Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's 60\n[03:16.40] Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n[03:19.75] Criminal Pinckney, now I got large amounts\n[03:21.65] Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n[03:24.85] All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n[03:27.95] Just tell me the floors, show me the door\n[03:29.68] My niggas kicking 'em down\n[03:31.02] Flicky in the whip\n[03:31.82] They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n[03:33.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mains\n  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Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see an op lil' sister, he'd prob' fire off the stage\n\n  What do you reckon? How I survive\n  Impeccable takers\n  No point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\n  Neckin' above how niggas be wettin'\n  Cheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\n  London's mad, end of discussion\n  Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n  You're not the G.O.A.T, my nigga, you mutton\n\n  I was 18 in hella jewels\n  Now I'm 28 in hella jewels\n  I'll be 38 in hella jewels\n  You be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\n  Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n  If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n  Look in my corner, he just sees artists\n  He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (mad, mad)\n\n  Hands on man, no hands on grams, but I still got my hands on grands\n  Girl in my bed\n  Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n  Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (lands)\n  Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n  I get high, it's a Percy' pack\n\n  Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (ye, ye)\n  Anyone can dead\n  Push me to the edge, I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\n  Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\n  All my niggas are savages (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\n\n  See your girl on the ends, now she wanna be friends\n  I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\n  No, we ain't got to pretend\n  Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries (hey, hey)\n  Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\n\n  Hop out, a nigga surprised (uh-huh-huh)\n  Sold out Ally Pally twice (uh-huh)\n  VVS, I do the ice, mesmerize, memorize\n  Treatin' the Range like a sports car\n  And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\n  Saw what I spend on my daughter\n  Now she screamin', \"Goals\", and she wanna have my kids\n\n  Let the fiend try that, dawg, she said, \"Jesus Nazareth\"\n  Mummy hit me up on WhatsApp\n  Jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives\n\n  Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter\n  If a nigga try to rob my gold that's bronze tips in that silver wap\n  And I just put coke in the stove\n  Gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\n  I got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  Tell the opps we got larger waps\n  Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp\n\n  Growin' up now, gotta move different\n  I only 'chieve if it's two women\n  Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey\n  I asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\n  Good girl said she want a man like me\n  She want a man like me 'cause I never been nicked\n  I was 18 tryna buy me a crib\n  You wanna talk on my name, but you never been licked\n\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's 60\n  Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n  Criminal Pinckney, now I got large amounts\n\n  Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n  All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n  Just tell me the floors, show me the door\n  My niggas kicking 'em down\n  Flicky in the whip\n  They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n"},{"id":10168632,"name":"Mains (Dirty)","trackName":"Mains (Dirty)","artistName":"Skepta, Chip and Young Adz","albumName":"245 DJ Loaded - 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How I survive\nImpeccable tekkers\nNo point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\nNeckin' above how niggas be wettin'\nCheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\nLondon's mad, end of discussion\nFuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\nYou're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\n\nI was eighteen in hella jewels\nNow I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\nI'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\nYou be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\nChip in the dance, two-step bussin'\nIf I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\nLook in my corner, he just sees artists\nHe ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (Mad, mad)\n\nHands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\nGirl in my bed\nStraight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\nScales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (Lands)\nTwo and a Q, no intent to supply\nI get high, it's a percy' pack\n\nHad to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (Ye, ye)\nAnyone can dead\nPush me to the 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house\nAll my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\nJust tell me the floors, show me the door\nMy niggas kickin' it down\nFlicky in the whip\nThey wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.23] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[00:04.07] Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n[00:07.50] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[00:10.67] Yeah, greaze, uh\n[00:13.88] Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n[00:16.61] Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n[00:19.58] Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n[00:22.80] Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n[00:24.75] Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n[00:28.04] All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n[00:31.05] Just tell me the floor, show me the door\n[00:32.77] My niggas kickin' 'em down\n[00:34.47] Flicky in the whip\n[00:35.04] They 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a nigga surprised (Uh-huh-huh)\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 140480\n- text: Sold out Ally Pally twice (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 140480\n  end_ms: 142560\n- text: VVS, I do the ice, mesmerise, memorise\n  start_ms: 142560\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Treatin' the Range like a sports car\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 146570\n- text: And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\n  start_ms: 146570\n  end_ms: 148350\n- text: Saw what I spend on my daughter\n  start_ms: 148350\n  end_ms: 149690\n- text: Now she screamin', \"Goals\", and she wanna have my kids\n  start_ms: 149690\n  end_ms: 151640\n- text: Let the fiend try that, dawg, she said, \"Jesus Nazareth\"\n  start_ms: 151640\n  end_ms: 154720\n- text: Mummy hit me up on WhatsApp\n  start_ms: 154720\n  end_ms: 155920\n- text: Jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives\n  start_ms: 155920\n  end_ms: 157680\n- text: Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter\n  start_ms: 157680\n  end_ms: 160470\n- text: If a nigga try to rob my gold that's bronze tips in that silver wap\n  start_ms: 160470\n  end_ms: 163640\n- text: And I just put coke in the stove\n  start_ms: 163640\n  end_ms: 164760\n- text: Gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\n  start_ms: 164760\n  end_ms: 167050\n- text: I got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\n  start_ms: 167050\n  end_ms: 168840\n- text: He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  start_ms: 168840\n  end_ms: 171700\n- text: He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  start_ms: 171700\n  end_ms: 173660\n- text: Tell the opps we got larger waps\n  start_ms: 173660\n  end_ms: 175210\n- text: Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp\n  start_ms: 175210\n  end_ms: 176770\n- text: Growin' up now, gotta move different\n  start_ms: 176770\n  end_ms: 178530\n- text: I only 'chieve if it's two women\n  start_ms: 178530\n  end_ms: 180080\n- text: Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey\n  start_ms: 180080\n  end_ms: 181510\n- text: I asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\n  start_ms: 181510\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: Good girl said she want a man like me\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: She want a man like me 'cause I never been nicked\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 186310\n- text: I was 18 tryna buy me a crib\n  start_ms: 186310\n  end_ms: 187660\n- text: You wanna talk on my name, but you never been licked\n  start_ms: 187660\n  end_ms: 190660\n- text: Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  start_ms: 190660\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 196410\n- text: Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n  start_ms: 196410\n  end_ms: 199770\n- text: Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n  start_ms: 199770\n  end_ms: 201620\n- text: Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n  start_ms: 201620\n  end_ms: 204890\n- text: All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n  start_ms: 204890\n  end_ms: 207930\n- text: Just tell me the floors, show me the door\n  start_ms: 207930\n  end_ms: 209620\n- text: My niggas kickin' it down\n  start_ms: 209620\n  end_ms: 211370\n- text: Flicky in the whip\n  start_ms: 211370\n  end_ms: 211890\n- text: They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n  start_ms: 211890\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 213800\nplain: |-\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Yeah, greaze, uh\n\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n  Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n  Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n  Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n  All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n  Just tell me the floor, show me the door\n  My niggas kickin' 'em down\n  Flicky in the whip\n  They wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n\n  Got my dream girl in my real life\n  In the dunya but I'm livin' nice\n  Bought a chain, didn't see the price\n  Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice\n  Who said that I'm civilised?\n  I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes\n  Spin the wheel, tryna win the prize\n  Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys\n  Man, I been the guy\n\n  I'ma whip that crack like banana puddin' again (Ey, ey)\n  When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers\n  Act like Vladimir Putin just came\n  Niggas takin' the wave\n  Just let 'em have fun with it, tell 'em to run with it\n  I got some coke at my sister's, I got a gun at my brother's crib\n\n  And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the mains (Fire on the mains)\n  Got a lil' .32 concealed in my boxers, call that fire on the mains (Fire on the mains)\n  I was on tour with the hitters on the deck, caught fire on the stage (Hee, hee)\n  Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see an op lil' sister, he'd prob' fire off the stage\n\n  What do you reckon? How I survive\n  Impeccable tekkers\n  No point rockin' a vest when you steppin'\n  Neckin' above how niggas be wettin'\n  Cheffin', creppin', shootin', bootin'\n  London's mad, end of discussion\n  Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'\n  You're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton\n\n  I was eighteen in hella jewels\n  Now I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels\n  I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels\n  You be hatin' on me, who the hell are you?\n\n  Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'\n  If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it\n  Look in my corner, he just sees artists\n  He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (Mad, mad)\n\n  Hands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands\n  Girl in my bed\n  Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans\n  Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (Lands)\n  Two and a Q, no intent to supply\n  I get high, it's a percy' pack\n\n  Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (Ye, ye)\n  Anyone can dead\n  Push me to the edge, I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train\n  Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it\n  All my niggas are savages (Yea, yea, yea, yea)\n  Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages\n\n  See your girl on the ends, now she wanna friends\n  I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits\n  No, we ain't got to pretend\n  Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries (Hey, hey)\n  Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise\n\n  Hop out, a nigga surprised (Uh-huh-huh)\n  Sold out Ally Pally twice (Uh-huh)\n  VVS, I do the ice, mesmerise, memorise\n  Treatin' the Range like a sports car\n  And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big\n  Saw what I spend on my daughter\n  Now she screamin', \"Goals\", and she wanna have my kids\n\n  Let the fiend try that, dawg, she said, \"Jesus Nazareth\"\n  Mummy hit me up on WhatsApp\n  Jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives\n\n  Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter\n  If a nigga try to rob my gold that's bronze tips in that silver wap\n  And I just put coke in the stove\n  Gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap\n  I got a nigga on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan\n  Tell the opps we got larger waps\n  Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp\n\n  Growin' up now, gotta move different\n  I only 'chieve if it's two women\n  Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey\n  I asked her, \"What do you do different?\"\n  Good girl said she want a man like me\n  She want a man like me 'cause I never been nicked\n  I was 18 tryna buy me a crib\n  You wanna talk on my name, but you never been licked\n\n  Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky\n  Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty\n  Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney\n  Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts\n  Boy, I need a different account, I cannot sit in the house\n  All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out\n  Just tell me the floors, show me the door\n  My niggas kickin' it down\n  Flicky in the whip\n  They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout\n"}]