[{"id":7519540,"name":"New Type","trackName":"New Type","artistName":"Summer Walker","albumName":"CLEAR 2: SOFT LIFE EP","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm feeling on these silk sheets\nAnd I'm filling up these silk sheets\nWith legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\nI'm feeling on these silk sheets\nOh, I'm feeling so alone\nWish I had a man to make me whole (whole)\nTurn this big ass house into a home (home)\nAnd I (I)\nI'm watching my cell phone ring\nWatching my shit light up\nI got hood niggas blowing me up, I (I)\nI, I (I, I)\nNot tonight\nTonight, tonight\nI gotta new type, new type, new type\nNew type\nTrick daddy looking motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguing on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleeping on the couch of the house of your mother\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFucking 'round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\nI know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\nYou know I'm flirting with ya\nYou want that perfect picture\nNo filter, simple living\nSimpin', always listen\nGuilt him so there's no suspicion\nLow ambition\nWanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying junior miss him\nI show up with a Happy Meal, your attitude ain't happy\nYou tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughing at me\n(Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\nI'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\nI knew you when your wig ain't have no lace, I loved you nappy\nGirl, now why you cappin'?\nThat ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\nBut you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\nYou said to call Tyrone\nYou know they booked him in January?\nI'm doing 9 to 5, he wanna eat off my commissary\nYou want me doing life, I'm not the type to wife\nAnd call me trifling, but I ain't no\nTrick daddy lookin' motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguing on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleeping on the couch of the house of your mother\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFucking 'round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.55] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:31.93] And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n[00:35.69] With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n[00:42.54] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:46.59] Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n[00:49.62] Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n[00:53.34] Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n[00:57.88] And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n[01:04.55] Watchin' my shit light up\n[01:06.53] I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n[01:14.23] I, I (I, I)\n[01:17.78] Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n[01:20.85] I got a new type, new type, new type\n[01:24.85] New type\n[01:25.47] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[01:28.32] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[01:31.41] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[01:35.21] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[01:38.64] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[01:42.16] You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n[01:45.72] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[01:49.22] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[01:54.53] I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n[01:57.61] You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n[01:59.87] You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n[02:02.72] Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n[02:06.83] Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n[02:14.33] I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n[02:17.48] You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n[02:20.85] (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n[02:23.00] I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n[02:26.54] I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n[02:29.79] Girl, now why you cappin'? That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\n[02:35.27] But you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\n[02:38.88] You said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January\n[02:42.98] I'm doin' 9-to-5, he wanna eat off my commissary\n[02:46.30] You want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife\n[02:48.93] And call me triflin', but I ain't no\n[02:50.97] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[02:53.56] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[02:57.26] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[03:00.21] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[03:03.94] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[03:07.72] You can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\n[03:11.37] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[03:14.51] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[04:25.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: New Type\n  artist: Summer Walker\n  album: 'CLEAR 2: SOFT LIFE EP'\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n  start_ms: 28550\n  end_ms: 31930\n- text: And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n  start_ms: 31930\n  end_ms: 35690\n- text: With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n  start_ms: 35690\n  end_ms: 42540\n- text: I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n  start_ms: 42540\n  end_ms: 46590\n- text: Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n  start_ms: 46590\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 53340\n- text: Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n  start_ms: 53340\n  end_ms: 57880\n- text: And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n  start_ms: 57880\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: Watchin' my shit light up\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 66530\n- text: I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n  start_ms: 66530\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: I, I (I, I)\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80850\n- text: I got a new type, new type, new type\n  start_ms: 80850\n  end_ms: 84850\n- text: New type\n  start_ms: 84850\n  end_ms: 85470\n- text: Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n  start_ms: 85470\n  end_ms: 88320\n- text: Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n  start_ms: 88320\n  end_ms: 91410\n- text: Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n  start_ms: 91410\n  end_ms: 95210\n- text: Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n  start_ms: 95210\n  end_ms: 98640\n- text: Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n  start_ms: 98640\n  end_ms: 102160\n- text: You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n  start_ms: 102160\n  end_ms: 105720\n- text: Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n  start_ms: 105720\n  end_ms: 109220\n- text: Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n  start_ms: 109220\n  end_ms: 114530\n- text: I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n  start_ms: 114530\n  end_ms: 117610\n- text: You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n  start_ms: 117610\n  end_ms: 119870\n- text: You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n  start_ms: 119870\n  end_ms: 122720\n- text: Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n  start_ms: 122720\n  end_ms: 126830\n- text: Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 134330\n- text: I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n  start_ms: 134330\n  end_ms: 137480\n- text: You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n  start_ms: 137480\n  end_ms: 140850\n- text: (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n  start_ms: 140850\n  end_ms: 143000\n- text: I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n  start_ms: 143000\n  end_ms: 146540\n- text: I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n  start_ms: 146540\n  end_ms: 149790\n- text: Girl, now why you cappin'? 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That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\nBut you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\nYou said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January\nI'm doin' 9-to-5, he wanna eat off my commissary\nYou want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife\nAnd call me triflin', but I ain't no\n\nTrick daddy lookin' motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.52] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:31.94] And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n[00:35.68] With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n[00:42.55] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:46.58] Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n[00:49.64] Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n[00:53.34] Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n[00:57.89] And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n[01:04.50] Watchin' my shit light up\n[01:06.55] I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n[01:14.24] I, I (I, I)\n[01:17.71] Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n[01:20.84] I got a new type, new type, new type\n[01:24.86] New type\n[01:25.45] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[01:28.36] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[01:31.41] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[01:35.27] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[01:38.61] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[01:42.19] You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n[01:45.77] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[01:49.28] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[01:54.58] I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n[01:57.62] You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n[01:59.83] You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n[02:02.77] Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n[02:06.86] Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n[02:14.34] I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n[02:17.47] You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n[02:20.82] (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n[02:22.96] I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n[02:26.59] I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n[02:29.76] Girl, now why you cappin'? 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That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\nBut you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\nYou said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January\nI'm doin' 9-to-5, he wanna eat off my commissary\nYou want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife\nAnd call me triflin', but I ain't no\n\nTrick daddy lookin' motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.52] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:31.94] And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n[00:35.68] With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n[00:42.55] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:46.58] Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n[00:49.64] Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n[00:53.34] Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n[00:57.89] And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n[01:04.50] Watchin' my shit light up\n[01:06.55] I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n[01:14.24] I, I (I, I)\n[01:17.71] Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n[01:20.84] I got a new type, new type, new type\n[01:24.86] New type\n[01:25.45] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[01:28.36] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[01:31.41] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[01:35.27] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[01:38.61] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[01:42.19] You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n[01:45.77] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[01:49.28] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[01:54.58] I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n[01:57.62] You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n[01:59.83] You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n[02:02.77] Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n[02:06.86] Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n[02:14.34] I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n[02:17.47] You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n[02:20.82] (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n[02:22.96] I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n[02:26.59] I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n[02:29.76] Girl, now why you cappin'? 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That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\nBut you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\nYou said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January\nI'm doin' 9-to-5, he wanna eat off my commissary\nYou want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife\nAnd call me triflin', but I ain't no\n\nTrick daddy lookin' motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.54] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:31.91] And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n[00:35.66] With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n[00:42.59] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:46.56] Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n[00:49.69] Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n[00:53.38] Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n[00:57.85] And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n[01:04.49] Watchin' my shit light up\n[01:06.54] I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n[01:14.22] I, I (I, I)\n[01:17.72] Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n[01:20.89] I got a new type, new type, new type\n[01:24.87] New type\n[01:25.44] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[01:28.37] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[01:31.45] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[01:35.25] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[01:38.61] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[01:42.16] You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n[01:45.72] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[01:49.27] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[01:54.53] I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n[01:57.68] You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n[01:59.81] You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n[02:02.74] Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n[02:06.83] Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n[02:14.31] I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n[02:17.47] You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n[02:20.87] (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n[02:22.95] I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n[02:26.52] I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n[02:29.77] Girl, now why you cappin'? 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That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\nBut you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\nYou said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January\nI'm doin' 9-to-5, he wanna eat off my commissary\nYou want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife\nAnd call me triflin', but I ain't no\n\nTrick daddy lookin' motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.52] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:31.94] And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n[00:35.68] With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n[00:42.55] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:46.58] Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n[00:49.64] Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n[00:53.34] Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n[00:57.89] And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n[01:04.50] Watchin' my shit light up\n[01:06.55] I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n[01:14.24] I, I (I, I)\n[01:17.71] Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n[01:20.84] I got a new type, new type, new type\n[01:24.86] New type\n[01:25.45] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[01:28.36] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[01:31.41] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[01:35.27] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[01:38.61] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[01:42.19] You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n[01:45.77] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[01:49.28] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[01:54.58] I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n[01:57.62] You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n[01:59.83] You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n[02:02.77] Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n[02:06.86] Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n[02:14.34] I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n[02:17.47] You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n[02:20.82] (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n[02:22.96] I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n[02:26.59] I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n[02:29.76] Girl, now why you cappin'? 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That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\nBut you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\nYou said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January\nI'm doin' 9-to-5, he wanna eat off my commissary\nYou want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife\nAnd call me triflin', but I ain't no\n\nTrick daddy lookin' motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.52] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:31.94] And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n[00:35.68] With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n[00:42.55] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:46.58] Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n[00:49.64] Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n[00:53.34] Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n[00:57.89] And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n[01:04.50] Watchin' my shit light up\n[01:06.55] I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n[01:14.24] I, I (I, I)\n[01:17.71] Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n[01:20.84] I got a new type, new type, new type\n[01:24.86] New type\n[01:25.45] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[01:28.36] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[01:31.41] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[01:35.27] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[01:38.61] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[01:42.19] You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n[01:45.77] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[01:49.28] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[01:54.58] I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n[01:57.62] You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n[01:59.83] You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n[02:02.77] Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n[02:06.86] Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n[02:14.34] I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n[02:17.47] You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n[02:20.82] (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n[02:22.96] I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n[02:26.59] I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n[02:29.76] Girl, now why you cappin'? 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That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes\nBut you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas\nYou said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January\nI'm doin' 9-to-5, he wanna eat off my commissary\nYou want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife\nAnd call me triflin', but I ain't no\n\nTrick daddy lookin' motherfucker\nSwear 'fore God I never wanna see another\nHoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\nArguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\nSleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\nYou can't live with me so won't you try and find another?\nFuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\nHave your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.52] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:31.94] And I'm feeling up these silk sheets\n[00:35.68] With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)\n[00:42.55] I'm feeling on these silk sheets\n[00:46.58] Oh, I'm feeling so alone\n[00:49.64] Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole\n[00:53.34] Turn this big ass house into a home, home\n[00:57.89] And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring\n[01:04.50] Watchin' my shit light up\n[01:06.55] I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I (I)\n[01:14.24] I, I (I, I)\n[01:17.71] Not tonight, tonight, tonight\n[01:20.84] I got a new type, new type, new type\n[01:24.86] New type\n[01:25.45] Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker\n[01:28.36] Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another\n[01:31.41] Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under\n[01:35.27] Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother\n[01:38.61] Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no)\n[01:42.19] You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?\n[01:45.77] Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own\n[01:49.28] Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?\n[01:54.58] I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting\n[01:57.62] You know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh)\n[01:59.83] You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin'\n[02:02.77] Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion\n[02:06.86] Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying Junior miss him\n[02:14.34] I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy\n[02:17.47] You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me\n[02:20.82] (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's)\n[02:22.96] I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy\n[02:26.59] I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy\n[02:29.76] Girl, now why you cappin'? 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