[{"id":14266096,"name":"Dipped","trackName":"Dipped","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"Dipped","duration":152.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa, Kenny!\n\nAyy\nYeah, yeah\nMic check, one-two\nCheck me out\n\nHeavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\nI don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\nLove myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\nSolo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\nY'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\nShe don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\nA band for some Virgils, ... [?]\nShe shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\nIf you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\nNiggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\nThat's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\nYou can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\nBut I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\nTold your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\nTouchdown do my dance\nPrimetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\nRain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\nRolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\nLooked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\nOr I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\nNobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\nTo be that goddamn lame must be hard work\nI tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\nI just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\nAnd situations get stickier than spilt lime\nJits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped\n  artist: The Cool Kids\n  album: Dipped\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... [?]\n  She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\n  If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n  'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\n  Niggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\n  That's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\n  You can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\n  But I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\n  Told your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\n  Touchdown do my dance\n  Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\n  Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n  40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\n  Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\n  Looked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n  'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\n  Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\n  Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\n  To be that goddamn lame must be hard work\n  I tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\n  I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\n  And situations get stickier than spilt lime\n  Jits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip\n"},{"id":15702176,"name":"Dipped","trackName":"Dipped","artistName":"Cool Kids, The & Kenny Beats","albumName":"Dipped","duration":152.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa, Kenny!\n\nAyy\nYeah, yeah\nMic check, one-two\nCheck me out\n\nHeavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\nI don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\nLove myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\nSolo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\nY'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\nShe don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\nA band for some Virgils, ... [?]\nShe shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\nIf you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\nNiggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\nThat's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\nYou can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\nBut I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\nTold your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\nTouchdown do my dance\nPrimetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\nRain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\nRolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\nLooked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\nOr I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\nNobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\nTo be that goddamn lame must be hard work\nI tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\nI just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\nAnd situations get stickier than spilt lime\nJits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped\n  artist: Cool Kids, The & Kenny Beats\n  album: Dipped\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... [?]\n  She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\n  If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n  'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\n  Niggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\n  That's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\n  You can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\n  But I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\n  Told your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\n  Touchdown do my dance\n  Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\n  Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n  40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\n  Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\n  Looked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n  'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\n  Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\n  Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\n  To be that goddamn lame must be hard work\n  I tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\n  I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\n  And situations get stickier than spilt lime\n  Jits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip\n"},{"id":12465104,"name":"Dipped","trackName":"Dipped","artistName":"The Cool Kids & Kenny Beats","albumName":"Dipped","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa, Kenny!\n\nAyy\nYeah, yeah\nMic check, one-two\nCheck me out\n\nHeavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\nI don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\nLove myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\nSolo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\nY'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\nShe don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\nA band for some Virgils, ... [?]\nShe shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\nIf you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\nNiggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\nThat's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\nYou can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\nBut I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\nTold your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\nTouchdown do my dance\nPrimetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\nRain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\nRolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\nLooked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\nOr I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\nNobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\nTo be that goddamn lame must be hard work\nI tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\nI just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\nAnd situations get stickier than spilt lime\nJits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped\n  artist: The Cool Kids & Kenny Beats\n  album: Dipped\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... [?]\n  She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\n  If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n  'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\n  Niggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\n  That's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\n  You can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\n  But I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\n  Told your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\n  Touchdown do my dance\n  Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\n  Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n  40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\n  Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\n  Looked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n  'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\n  Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\n  Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\n  To be that goddamn lame must be hard work\n  I tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\n  I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\n  And situations get stickier than spilt lime\n  Jits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip\n"},{"id":5933709,"name":"Dipped","trackName":"Dipped","artistName":"The Cool Kids feat. Kenny Beats","albumName":"Dipped","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa, Kenny!\n\nAyy\nYeah, yeah\nMic check, one-two\nCheck me out\n\nHeavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\nI don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\nLove myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\nSolo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\nY'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\nShe don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\nA band for some Virgils, ... [?]\nShe shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\nIf you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\nNiggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\nThat's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\nYou can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\nBut I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\nTold your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\nTouchdown do my dance\nPrimetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\nRain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\nRolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\nLooked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\nOr I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\nNobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\nTo be that goddamn lame must be hard work\nI tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\nI just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\nAnd situations get stickier than spilt lime\nJits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped\n  artist: The Cool Kids feat. Kenny Beats\n  album: Dipped\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... 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I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\n  Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n  40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\n  Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\n  Looked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n  'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\n  Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\n  Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\n  To be that goddamn lame must be hard work\n  I tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\n  I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\n  And situations get stickier than spilt lime\n  Jits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip\n"},{"id":12259917,"name":"Dipped","trackName":"Dipped","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"Volumes","duration":152.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa, Kenny!\n\nAyy\nYeah, yeah\nMic check, one-two\nCheck me out\n\nHeavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\nI don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\nLove myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\nSolo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\nY'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\nShe don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\nA band for some Virgils, ... 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Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped\n  artist: The Cool Kids\n  album: Volumes\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... 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I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\n  Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n  40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\n  Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\n  Looked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n  'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\n  Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\n  Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\n  To be that goddamn lame must be hard work\n  I tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\n  I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\n  And situations get stickier than spilt lime\n  Jits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip\n"},{"id":5933710,"name":"Dipped","trackName":"Dipped","artistName":"Kenny Beats & The Cool Kids","albumName":"Volumes","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa, Kenny!\n\nAyy\nYeah, yeah\nMic check, one-two\nCheck me out\n\nHeavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\nI don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\nLove myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\nSolo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\nY'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\nShe don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\nA band for some Virgils, ... [?]\nShe shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\nIf you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\nNiggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\nThat's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\nYou can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\nBut I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\nTold your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\nTouchdown do my dance\nPrimetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) 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Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped\n  artist: Kenny Beats & The Cool Kids\n  album: Volumes\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... 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I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip\n"},{"id":12259912,"name":"Dipped","trackName":"Dipped","artistName":"The Cool Kids feat. Kenny Beats","albumName":"Volumes","duration":152.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa, Kenny!\n\nAyy\nYeah, yeah\nMic check, one-two\nCheck me out\n\nHeavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\nI don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\nLove myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\nSolo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\nY'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\nShe don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\nA band for some Virgils, ... 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Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\nRain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\nRolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\nLooked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\nOr I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\nNobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\nTo be that goddamn lame must be hard work\nI tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\nI just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\nAnd situations get stickier than spilt lime\nJits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\nFolded at the crease\nWhite folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\nI'm tryna keep the peace\nBut these niggas got a piece\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped\n  artist: The Cool Kids feat. Kenny Beats\n  album: Volumes\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... [?]\n  She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her\n  If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money\n  'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain't got it\n  Niggas think it's funny (Chuck ain't tripping, I ain't worried)\n  That's a metaphor for \"I'm sharpening all four corners\" (Click-click)\n  You can ask Chuck Norris, I don't know what the score is\n  But I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash\n  Told your mama I'ma pass, run it back through the legs\n  Touchdown do my dance\n  Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\n  Leave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (So I dip!) 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Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)\nLeave a tip (Tip), I'm finna dip\n(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n(So I dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp\n(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\nLeave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna dip","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dipped (feat. Kenny Beats)\n  artist: The Cool Kids\n  album: Volumes\n  duration_ms: 152000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Whoa, Kenny!\n\n  Ayy\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Mic check, one-two\n  Check me out\n\n  Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)\n  I don't smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)\n  Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)\n  Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain't no guts (Yup)\n  Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck\n  She don't even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)\n  A band for some Virgils, ... 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I got to dressing like a pimp\n  (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp\n  Leave a tip, I'm finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)\n\n  Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)\n  40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)\n  Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)\n  Looked over at him—\"What you think, I'm a vic'?\" Yeah\n  'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)\n  Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)\n  Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)\n  To be that goddamn lame must be hard work\n  I tried to change clothes, but I wasn't folding\n  I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)\n  And situations get stickier than spilt lime\n  Jits jumping out of the whip, ain't tryna get time\n\n  Folded at the crease\n  White folks: Please don't call police (Nah)\n  I'm tryna keep the peace\n  But these niggas got a piece\n  (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip\n  (I had to dip!) 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