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Pudgy fuck\nNo tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look\nBitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back\n'Bout to break her back to some rap shit\nUzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate\nUp, pearly gates\nReason number one is I'm the son of\nTrees and moons and martyrs, authors\nRight when they was counting me out\nI came around the hardest\nPlaying target practice, met a bad bitch at Target\nDarling, what's your bargin'?\nLet's get it bussin' like we barged in\nYour nigga all simp, blew his head like he Marge\nDamn, I'm animated and I made it\nOut the city show in South Beach, ballin' out, sheesh\nMike Wazowski, got my eye on her\nPudgy and the pussy got some power on it like\nLights off it\nWho in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy fuck (yeah)\nNo tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look (yeah)\nBitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back (hey)\n'Bout to break her back to some rap shit\nUzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate\nUp, pearly gates\nI don't know if I'll make it to pearly gates (pearly gates)\nStanding on top of the world I'm big like 7'8\" (wow)\nI wonder where my soul gonna go until the Devil says (hmm)\nI might got eight different baby mommas in seven states\nI don't care what you do in the daytime at night better lay\nI don't care what you do in my whip take your shoes off, Anna Mae\nI don't drink no Henny, Casamigos be the better grade\nI done put diamonds in my AP and it make me feel so late\nAnd I got my momma a new home, it make me feel so great\nLate better than never, I feel like I'm greater than ever\nFight for this cheddar, the Def get you jammed like Vendetta\nWho in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy fuck\nNo tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look\nBitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back\n'Bout to break her back to some rap shit\nUzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate\nUp, pearly gates\nReason number one is I'm the son of\nTrees and moons and martyrs, authors\nRight when they was counting me out\nI came around the hardest\nPlaying target practice, met a bad bitch at Target\nWho you, bro? I don't know you nigga need to move over\nWho smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno\nGot a pack loud as drums, this shit deserve a drumroll\nI attract that good brain, don't bring around no dumb hoes (I do)\nOr no niggas that be burnt out like that Fronto (uh-uh)\nI'm so serious, I be better off boolin ' back on my own (my own)\nWho in the truck with the-","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] Ooh, uh\n[00:08.66] Ooh, ooh, ooh\n[00:12.81] Oh, no, no, mh (ha, Childish Major)\n[00:17.67] Who in the truck with the pretty guts? 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Pudgy fuck (yeah)\n[00:58.84] No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look (yeah)\n[01:01.40] Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back (hey)\n[01:03.54] 'Bout to break her back to some rap shit\n[01:05.08] Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate\n[01:07.35] Up, pearly gates\n[01:08.47] I don't know if I'll make it to pearly gates (pearly gates)\n[01:11.20] Standing on top of the world I'm big like 7'8\" (wow)\n[01:13.58] I wonder where my soul gonna go until the Devil says (hmm)\n[01:15.95] I might got eight different baby mommas in seven states\n[01:18.39] I don't care what you do in the daytime at night better lay\n[01:20.88] I don't care what you do in my whip take your shoes off, Anna Mae\n[01:23.14] I don't drink no Henny, Casamigos be the better grade\n[01:25.62] I done put diamonds in my AP and it make me feel so late\n[01:28.15] And I got my momma a new home, it make me feel so great\n[01:30.56] Late better than never, I feel like I'm greater than ever\n[01:33.09] Fight for this cheddar, the Def get you jammed like Vendetta\n[01:35.50] Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy fuck\n[01:37.65] No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look\n[01:40.07] Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back\n[01:42.30] 'Bout to break her back to some rap shit\n[01:44.03] Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate\n[01:45.98] Up, pearly gates\n[01:47.53] Reason number one is I'm the son of\n[01:49.13] Trees and moons and martyrs, authors\n[01:50.88] Right when they was counting me out\n[01:52.15] I came around the hardest\n[01:53.30] Playing target practice, met a bad bitch at Target\n[01:55.75] Who you, bro? I don't know you nigga need to move over\n[01:58.38] Who smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno\n[02:00.79] Got a pack loud as drums, this shit deserve a drumroll\n[02:03.21] I attract that good brain, don't bring around no dumb hoes (I do)\n[02:05.69] Or no niggas that be burnt out like that Fronto (uh-uh)\n[02:08.10] I'm so serious, I be better off boolin ' back on my own (my own)\n[02:13.84] Who in the truck with the-","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pudgy\n artist: Smino\n album: Luv 4 Rent\n duration_ms: 136000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ooh, uh\n start_ms: 1410\n end_ms: 8660\n- text: Ooh, ooh, ooh\n start_ms: 8660\n end_ms: 12810\n- text: Oh, no, no, mh (ha, Childish Major)\n start_ms: 12810\n end_ms: 17670\n- text: Who in the truck with the pretty guts? 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I don't know you, nigga, need to move over\n Who smokin'? 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I don't know you, nigga, need to move over\nWho smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno\nGot eight pack, loud as drum, this shit deserve a drum roll\nOn your track, that could brag on brag on dumb hoes (it do)\nBut no niggas that be burnt out like that fronto (uh-uh)\nI'm so serious, I be better off boolin' back on my own (ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)\n\nWho in the truck with the-","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.17]Ooh, oh\n[00:09.55]Ooh, ooh, oh\n[00:13.48]Yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:14.67](Haha, Childish Major)\n[00:18.08]Who in the truck with the pretty guts?\n[00:19.83]Pudgy fuck, no tummy tuck\n[00:21.44]Got the city shook, mama look\n[00:22.89]Bitches glissy glossin' it up in the back\n[00:25.06]'Bout to break her back to some rap shit\n[00:26.93]Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate, up\n[00:29.67]Pearly gates\n[00:30.22]Reason number one is I'm the son of\n[00:32.06]Trees and moons, and martyrs, authors\n[00:33.80]Right when neighbors callin' me out, I came around the hardest (oh)\n[00:36.38]Playin' target practice, made the bad bitch a target (oh)\n[00:38.73]Darlin', what's you bargain? 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I don't know you, nigga, need to move over\nWho smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno\nGot eight pack, loud as drum, this shit deserve a drum roll\nOn your track, that could brag on brag on dumb hoes (it do)\nBut no niggas that be burnt out like that fronto (uh-uh)\nI'm so serious, I be better off boolin'\nBack on my own (ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)\n\nWho in the truck with the-","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.17] Ooh, oh\n[00:09.59] Ooh, ooh, oh\n[00:14.21] Yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:15.00] (Haha, Childish Major)\n[00:18.13] Who in the truck with the pretty guts?\n[00:19.69] Pudgy f-, no tummy tuck\n[00:21.46] Got the city shook, mama look\n[00:22.72] B- glissy glossin' it up in the back\n[00:25.13] 'Bout to break her back to some rap sh-\n[00:26.95] Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate, up\n[00:29.40] Pearly gates\n[00:30.41] Reason number one is I'm the son of\n[00:31.94] Trees and moons, and martyrs, authors\n[00:33.80] Right when neighbors callin' me out, I came around the hardest (oh)\n[00:36.24] Playin' target practice, made the bad b- a target (oh)\n[00:38.62] Darlin', what's you bargain? 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