[{"id":17342700,"name":"Take Off","trackName":"Take Off","artistName":"Stefflon Don","albumName":"Take Off","duration":195.224943,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just touch down pon a dinner date\n(I had to take you somewhere nice)\nI'm sitting with Drake\nHeard bitches got mad when the Don came\nNew money coming through, baby make way\nI don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do)\nBut dem love talk\nI'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\nShots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\nAnd I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\nGyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\nAin't no gyal that be realer than me\nMade it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\nKKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\nMad ting, my own family\nTry turn against me, that's a sad ting\nBut I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\nThey ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\nYo they hate me for helping dem\nAnd it hurts when I think about the ting still\nCah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\nLike I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\nBefore I signed this big deal\nSwear this shit's real\nStay down 'til you come up\nStay down, yeah I stayed trill\nMoney in the bank, cash in the till\nProperties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\n\nI see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\nMake them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\nGimme the place, give me the time\nBig up di Killys dem yes by my side\nYeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\nStraight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\nBadder than dem, look pon my eye\nGot the real Killy dem on my side\n\nDon't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\nBitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\nClaiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\nCah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\nAnyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\nWhole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\nLondon back to Brum Brum where mi come from\nFrom Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\nYo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\nBeat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\nDuppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\nSendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\nBadmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\nYo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\nBitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\nI'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\nHow you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\nI'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\nYo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\nAt the same damn time I had to bury my dad\nBitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\nWalking through the valley in the shadow of death\nVampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\nThere ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n\nI see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\nMake them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\nGimme the place, give me the time\nBig up di Killys dem yes by my side\nYeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\nStraight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\nBadder than dem, look pon my eye\nGot the real Killy dem on my side\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSwear this shit's real\nLike I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\nBefore I signed this big deal\nYah, yah, yah, yah\nRhymes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take Off\n  artist: Stefflon Don\n  album: Take Off\n  duration_ms: 195225\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just touch down pon a dinner date\n  (I had to take you somewhere nice)\n  I'm sitting with Drake\n  Heard bitches got mad when the Don came\n  New money coming through, baby make way\n  I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do)\n  But dem love talk\n  I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\n  Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\n  And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\n  Gyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\n  Ain't no gyal that be realer than me\n  Made it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\n  KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\n  Mad ting, my own family\n  Try turn against me, that's a sad ting\n  But I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\n  They ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\n  Yo they hate me for helping dem\n  And it hurts when I think about the ting still\n  Cah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Stay down 'til you come up\n  Stay down, yeah I stayed trill\n  Money in the bank, cash in the till\n  Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\n\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n\n  Don't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\n  Bitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\n  Claiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\n  Cah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\n  Anyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\n  Whole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\n  London back to Brum Brum where mi come from\n  From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\n  Yo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\n  Beat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\n  Duppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\n  Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\n  Badmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\n  Yo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\n  Bitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\n  I'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\n  How you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\n  I'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\n  Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\n  At the same damn time I had to bury my dad\n  Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\n  Walking through the valley in the shadow of death\n  Vampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\n  There ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Yah, yah, yah, yah\n  Rhymes\n"},{"id":10044975,"name":"Take Off","trackName":"Take Off","artistName":"Stefflon Don, Kojo Funds","albumName":"Take Off","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just touch down pon a dinner date\n(I had to take you somewhere nice)\nI'm sitting with Drake\nHeard bitches got mad when the Don came\nNew money coming through, baby make way\nI don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do)\nBut dem love talk\nI'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\nShots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\nAnd I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\nGyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\nAin't no gyal that be realer than me\nMade it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\nKKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\nMad ting, my own family\nTry turn against me, that's a sad ting\nBut I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\nThey ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\nYo they hate me for helping dem\nAnd it hurts when I think about the ting still\nCah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\nLike I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\nBefore I signed this big deal\nSwear this shit's real\nStay down 'til you come up\nStay down, yeah I stayed trill\nMoney in the bank, cash in the till\nProperties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\n\nI see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\nMake them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\nGimme the place, give me the time\nBig up di Killys dem yes by my side\nYeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\nStraight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\nBadder than dem, look pon my eye\nGot the real Killy dem on my side\n\nDon't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\nBitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\nClaiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\nCah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\nAnyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\nWhole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\nLondon back to Brum Brum where mi come from\nFrom Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\nYo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\nBeat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\nDuppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\nSendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\nBadmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\nYo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\nBitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\nI'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\nHow you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\nI'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\nYo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\nAt the same damn time I had to bury my dad\nBitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\nWalking through the valley in the shadow of death\nVampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\nThere ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n\nI see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\nMake them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\nGimme the place, give me the time\nBig up di Killys dem yes by my side\nYeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\nStraight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\nBadder than dem, look pon my eye\nGot the real Killy dem on my side\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSwear this shit's real\nLike I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\nBefore I signed this big deal\nYah, yah, yah, yah\nRhymes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take Off\n  artist: Stefflon Don, Kojo Funds\n  album: Take Off\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just touch down pon a dinner date\n  (I had to take you somewhere nice)\n  I'm sitting with Drake\n  Heard bitches got mad when the Don came\n  New money coming through, baby make way\n  I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do)\n  But dem love talk\n  I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\n  Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\n  And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\n  Gyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\n  Ain't no gyal that be realer than me\n  Made it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\n  KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\n  Mad ting, my own family\n  Try turn against me, that's a sad ting\n  But I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\n  They ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\n  Yo they hate me for helping dem\n  And it hurts when I think about the ting still\n  Cah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Stay down 'til you come up\n  Stay down, yeah I stayed trill\n  Money in the bank, cash in the till\n  Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\n\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n\n  Don't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\n  Bitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\n  Claiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\n  Cah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\n  Anyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\n  Whole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\n  London back to Brum Brum where mi come from\n  From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\n  Yo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\n  Beat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\n  Duppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\n  Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\n  Badmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\n  Yo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\n  Bitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\n  I'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\n  How you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\n  I'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\n  Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\n  At the same damn time I had to bury my dad\n  Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\n  Walking through the valley in the shadow of death\n  Vampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\n  There ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Yah, yah, yah, yah\n  Rhymes\n"},{"id":40064820,"name":"Take Off","trackName":"Take Off","artistName":"Stefflon Don & Kojo Funds","albumName":"Take Off - Single","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just touch down pon a dinner date\n(I had to take you somewhere nice)\nI'm sitting with Drake\nHeard bitches got mad when the Don came\nNew money coming through, baby make way\nI don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do)\nBut dem love talk\nI'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\nShots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\nAnd I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\nGyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\nAin't no gyal that be realer than me\nMade it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\nKKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\nMad ting, my own family\nTry turn against me, that's a sad ting\nBut I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\nThey ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\nYo they hate me for helping dem\nAnd it hurts when I think about the ting still\nCah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\nLike I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\nBefore I signed this big deal\nSwear this shit's real\nStay down 'til you come up\nStay down, yeah I stayed trill\nMoney in the bank, cash in the till\nProperties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\n\nI see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\nMake them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\nGimme the place, give me the time\nBig up di Killys dem yes by my side\nYeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\nStraight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\nBadder than dem, look pon my eye\nGot the real Killy dem on my side\n\nDon't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\nBitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\nClaiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\nCah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\nAnyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\nWhole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\nLondon back to Brum Brum where mi come from\nFrom Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\nYo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\nBeat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\nDuppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\nSendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\nBadmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\nYo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\nBitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\nI'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\nHow you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\nI'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\nYo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\nAt the same damn time I had to bury my dad\nBitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\nWalking through the valley in the shadow of death\nVampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\nThere ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n\nI see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\nMake them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\nGimme the place, give me the time\nBig up di Killys dem yes by my side\nYeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\nStraight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\nBadder than dem, look pon my eye\nGot the real Killy dem on my side\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSwear this shit's real\nLike I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\nBefore I signed this big deal\nYah, yah, yah, yah\nRhymes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take Off\n  artist: Stefflon Don & Kojo Funds\n  album: Take Off - Single\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just touch down pon a dinner date\n  (I had to take you somewhere nice)\n  I'm sitting with Drake\n  Heard bitches got mad when the Don came\n  New money coming through, baby make way\n  I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do)\n  But dem love talk\n  I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\n  Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\n  And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\n  Gyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\n  Ain't no gyal that be realer than me\n  Made it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\n  KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\n  Mad ting, my own family\n  Try turn against me, that's a sad ting\n  But I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\n  They ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\n  Yo they hate me for helping dem\n  And it hurts when I think about the ting still\n  Cah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Stay down 'til you come up\n  Stay down, yeah I stayed trill\n  Money in the bank, cash in the till\n  Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\n\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n\n  Don't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\n  Bitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\n  Claiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\n  Cah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\n  Anyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\n  Whole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\n  London back to Brum Brum where mi come from\n  From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\n  Yo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\n  Beat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\n  Duppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\n  Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\n  Badmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\n  Yo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\n  Bitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\n  I'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\n  How you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\n  I'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\n  Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\n  At the same damn time I had to bury my dad\n  Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\n  Walking through the valley in the shadow of death\n  Vampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\n  There ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Yah, yah, yah, yah\n  Rhymes\n"},{"id":23290440,"name":"Take Off","trackName":"Take Off","artistName":"Stefflon Don","albumName":"African Heatwave: Afrobeats Party Anthems","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just touch down pon a dinner date\n(I had to take you somewhere nice)\nI'm sitting with Drake\nHeard bitches got mad when the Don came\nNew money coming through, baby make way\nI don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (nothing dem ah do)\nBut dem love talk\nI'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\nShots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\nAnd I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\nGyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\nAin't no gyal that be realer than me\nMade it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\nKKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\nMad ting, my own family\nTry turn against me, that's a sad ting\nBut I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\nThey ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\nYo they hate me for helping dem\nAnd it hurts when I think about the ting still\nCah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\nLike I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\nBefore I signed this big deal\nSwear this shit's real\nStay down 'til you come up\nStay down, yeah I stayed trill\nMoney in the bank, cash in the till\nProperties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\nI see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\nMake them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\nGimme the place, give me the time\nBig up di Killys dem yes by my side\nYeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\nStraight shots through the sky eye eye (oh oh oh)\nBadder than dem, look pon my eye\nGot the real Killy dem on my side\nDon't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\nBitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\nClaiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\nCah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\nAnyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\nWhole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\nLondon back to Brum Brum where mi come from\nFrom Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\nYo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\nBeat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\nDuppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\nSendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\nBadmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\nYo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\nBitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\nI'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\nHow you hate me? 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where mi come from\n  start_ms: 97460\n  end_ms: 99700\n- text: From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\n  start_ms: 99700\n  end_ms: 101950\n- text: Yo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\n  start_ms: 101950\n  end_ms: 104280\n- text: Beat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\n  start_ms: 104280\n  end_ms: 106570\n- text: Duppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\n  start_ms: 106570\n  end_ms: 108700\n- text: Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\n  start_ms: 108700\n  end_ms: 111130\n- text: Badmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\n  start_ms: 111130\n  end_ms: 113430\n- text: Yo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\n  start_ms: 113430\n  end_ms: 115930\n- text: Bitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\n  start_ms: 115930\n  end_ms: 118450\n- text: I'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\n  start_ms: 118450\n  end_ms: 120590\n- text: How you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\n  start_ms: 120590\n  end_ms: 122850\n- text: I'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\n  start_ms: 122850\n  end_ms: 125220\n- text: Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\n  start_ms: 125220\n  end_ms: 127540\n- text: At the same damn time I had to bury my dad\n  start_ms: 127540\n  end_ms: 129880\n- text: Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\n  start_ms: 129880\n  end_ms: 132320\n- text: Walking through the valley in the shadow of death\n  start_ms: 132320\n  end_ms: 134600\n- text: Vampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\n  start_ms: 134600\n  end_ms: 136650\n- text: There ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n  start_ms: 136650\n  end_ms: 138980\n- text: I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  start_ms: 138980\n  end_ms: 141680\n- text: Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  start_ms: 141680\n  end_ms: 144240\n- text: Gimme the place, give me the time\n  start_ms: 144240\n  end_ms: 146310\n- text: Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  start_ms: 146310\n  end_ms: 148750\n- text: Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  start_ms: 148750\n  end_ms: 151250\n- text: Straight shots through the sky eye eye (oh oh oh)\n  start_ms: 151250\n  end_ms: 153660\n- text: Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  start_ms: 153660\n  end_ms: 155580\n- text: Got the real Killy dem on my side\n  start_ms: 155580\n  end_ms: 159170\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 159170\n  end_ms: 161830\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 161830\n  end_ms: 164230\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 164230\n  end_ms: 165760\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 165760\n  end_ms: 167210\n- text: Swear this shit's real\n  start_ms: 167210\n  end_ms: 168450\n- text: Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  start_ms: 168450\n  end_ms: 170620\n- text: Before I signed this big deal\n  start_ms: 170620\n  end_ms: 173300\n- text: Yah, yah, yah, yah\n  start_ms: 173300\n  end_ms: 175930\n- text: Rhymes\n  start_ms: 175930\nplain: |-\n  Just touch down pon a dinner date\n  (I had to take you somewhere nice)\n  I'm sitting with Drake\n  Heard bitches got mad when the Don came\n  New money coming through, baby make way\n  I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (nothing dem ah do)\n  But dem love talk\n  I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark\n  Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart\n  And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel\n  Gyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols\n  Ain't no gyal that be realer than me\n  Made it out the hood where my niggas killing for P\n  KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free\n  Mad ting, my own family\n  Try turn against me, that's a sad ting\n  But I won't cry, fuck 'em, never trust 'em 'til I die\n  They ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try\n  Yo they hate me for helping dem\n  And it hurts when I think about the ting still\n  Cah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Stay down 'til you come up\n  Stay down, yeah I stayed trill\n  Money in the bank, cash in the till\n  Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hills\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n  Don't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic\n  Bitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it\n  Claiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit\n  Cah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic\n  Anyhow this bitch slip like nipples on Ms. Janet\n  Whole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris\n  London back to Brum Brum where mi come from\n  From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island\n  Yo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song\n  Beat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run\n  Duppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen\n  Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem\n  Badmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem\n  Yo mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend\n  Bitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist\n  I'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit\n  How you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand\n  I'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gang\n  Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag\n  At the same damn time I had to bury my dad\n  Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole\n  Walking through the valley in the shadow of death\n  Vampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck\n  There ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step\n  I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya\n  Make them bloodclaats scream, eye ya eye\n  Gimme the place, give me the time\n  Big up di Killys dem yes by my side\n  Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah\n  Straight shots through the sky eye eye (oh oh oh)\n  Badder than dem, look pon my eye\n  Got the real Killy dem on my side\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Swear this shit's real\n  Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel\n  Before I signed this big deal\n  Yah, yah, yah, yah\n  Rhymes\n"}]