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(How could you bitch? Oh my God)\nHow could you let that hate sit in your\nSoul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?)\nShawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)\nY'all niggas steppin' on toes\nHandle that shit like you grown\nDoin' this shit on my 'lone\nI got that bag on my own\nFuck it, I'm in the zone\nGon' say nigga I'm God\nHop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone\n\nHop out a GT3 with an MP5\nI got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\nHad to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\nYou niggas square, divide 'em by pie\nRollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\nYour little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\nKeep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\nWhen you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.09] (I'm too far gone)\n[00:11.95] (Yeah)\n[00:13.58] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n[00:16.29] I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n[00:19.26] Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n[00:22.84] You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n[00:25.14] Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n[00:27.94] Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n[00:31.24] Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n[00:34.38] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n[00:37.84] I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy\n[00:40.11] Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe\n[00:43.47] Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey\n[00:46.02] I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody\n[00:48.82] You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby\n[00:52.94] Stackin' it up, on lowkey\n[00:56.46] Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG\n[00:58.97] Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies\n[01:04.09] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n[01:07.58] I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n[01:10.92] Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n[01:14.12] You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n[01:16.58] Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n[01:19.38] Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n[01:22.40] Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n[01:25.30] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n[01:29.66] Light that shit up\n[01:32.23] Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up\n[01:35.06] Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter\n[01:37.92] I thought I told them little niggas I'm\n[01:40.65] Hard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart)\n[01:42.15] I thought I told you little niggas I'm\n[01:44.38] Gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)\n[01:45.77] Press Shit, don't matter like how could you\n[01:48.06] Fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God)\n[01:49.57] How could you let that hate sit in your\n[01:50.76] Soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?)\n[01:52.22] Shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)\n[01:54.81] Y'all niggas steppin' on toes\n[01:56.75] Handle that shit like you grown\n[01:58.44] Doin' this shit on my 'lone\n[02:00.18] I got that bag on my own\n[02:01.75] Fuck it, I'm in the zone\n[02:03.29] Gon' say nigga I'm God\n[02:05.52] Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone\n[02:08.78] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n[02:11.63] I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n[02:14.99] Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n[02:18.25] You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n[02:20.43] Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n[02:23.37] Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n[02:26.57] Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n[02:29.25] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n[02:36.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: MP5\n  artist: Trippie Redd\n  album: MP5\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I'm too far gone)\n  start_ms: 10090\n  end_ms: 11950\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 11950\n  end_ms: 13580\n- text: Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n  start_ms: 13580\n  end_ms: 16290\n- text: I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n  start_ms: 16290\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 22840\n- text: You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n  start_ms: 22840\n  end_ms: 25140\n- text: Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 27940\n- text: Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n  start_ms: 27940\n  end_ms: 31240\n- text: Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n  start_ms: 31240\n  end_ms: 34380\n- text: When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n  start_ms: 34380\n  end_ms: 37840\n- text: I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy\n  start_ms: 37840\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe\n  start_ms: 40110\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey\n  start_ms: 43470\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48820\n- text: You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby\n  start_ms: 48820\n  end_ms: 52940\n- text: Stackin' it up, on lowkey\n  start_ms: 52940\n  end_ms: 56460\n- text: Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG\n  start_ms: 56460\n  end_ms: 58970\n- text: Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies\n  start_ms: 58970\n  end_ms: 64090\n- text: Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n  start_ms: 64090\n  end_ms: 67580\n- text: I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n  start_ms: 67580\n  end_ms: 70920\n- text: Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n  start_ms: 70920\n  end_ms: 74120\n- text: You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n  start_ms: 74120\n  end_ms: 76580\n- text: Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n  start_ms: 76580\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 82400\n- text: Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n  start_ms: 82400\n  end_ms: 85300\n- text: When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n  start_ms: 85300\n  end_ms: 89660\n- text: Light that shit up\n  start_ms: 89660\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 95060\n- text: Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter\n  start_ms: 95060\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: I thought I told them little niggas I'm\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100650\n- text: Hard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart)\n  start_ms: 100650\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: I thought I told you little niggas I'm\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 105770\n- text: Press Shit, don't matter like how could you\n  start_ms: 105770\n  end_ms: 108060\n- text: Fold nigga? 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(How could you, bitch? Oh my God)\nYeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could that sit in your soul?)\n\nYeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (oh my God, how did you know?)\nYoung nigga stepping on toes (go)\nHandle that shit like you grown (go)\nDoin' this shit on my lone, aye\nI got that bag by my own\nFuck it, I'm in the zone\nGhost, like nigga I'm gone\nHop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, on God\n\nHop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)\nYeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)\nHad to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)\nYeah, you niggas square divided by pi\nYeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)\nBut lil' homie know what's up with me\nTalk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)\nKeep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)\nWhen you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm too far gone (ah)\n[00:12.33] Yeah\n[00:13.16] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)\n[00:15.95] Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)\n[00:19.86] Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)\n[00:22.50] Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi\n[00:24.96] Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)\n[00:28.30] But lil' homie know what's up with me\n[00:30.49] Talk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)\n[00:31.66] Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)\n[00:34.49] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)\n[00:38.07] I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy\n[00:40.22] Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I be balling like Kobe\n[00:44.32] Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey\n[00:46.87] I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zack & Cody\n[00:50.06] You niggas be hating, Mister Moseby (Mister Moseby ass nigga)\n[00:53.94] Stackin' it up on lowkey (stack, stack, stack)\n[00:56.26] Stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG (woo, stack)\n[00:59.41] Don't stress, stay blessed (yeah)\n[01:00.96] Get away from the phony (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[01:05.18] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)\n[01:07.56] Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)\n[01:10.65] Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)\n[01:13.73] Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi\n[01:16.44] Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)\n[01:19.50] But lil' homie know what's up with me\n[01:21.08] Talk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)\n[01:22.94] Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)\n[01:26.19] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)\n[01:29.43] (Go, yeah)\n[01:30.68] Light that shit up (go)\n[01:32.51] Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe that shit up (yeah, yeah)\n[01:35.56] Yeah, them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter (yeah)\n[01:38.15] I thought I told them lil' niggas\n[01:40.06] I'm hard hitter (taking that shit to the heart)\n[01:41.82] Yeah, I thought I told you lil' niggas\n[01:43.05] I'm go getter (tell them lil' niggas, on God)\n[01:45.33] Pressure don't matter, like how could you fold nigga? (How could you, bitch? Oh my God)\n[01:48.22] Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could that sit in your soul?)\n[01:51.54] Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (oh my God, how did you know?)\n[01:55.10] Young nigga stepping on toes (go)\n[01:56.60] Handle that shit like you grown (go)\n[01:58.31] Doin' this shit on my lone, aye\n[02:00.12] I got that bag by my own\n[02:01.73] Fuck it, I'm in the zone\n[02:03.19] Ghost, like nigga I'm gone\n[02:06.48] Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, on God\n[02:09.27] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)\n[02:11.36] Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)\n[02:15.10] Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)\n[02:18.13] Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi\n[02:20.54] Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)\n[02:23.46] But lil' homie know what's up with me\n[02:25.59] Talk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)\n[02:26.68] Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)\n[02:29.40] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)\n[02:33.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: MP5 (feat. 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(How could you, bitch? Oh my God)\n  Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could that sit in your soul?)\n\n  Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (oh my God, how did you know?)\n  Young nigga stepping on toes (go)\n  Handle that shit like you grown (go)\n  Doin' this shit on my lone, aye\n  I got that bag by my own\n  Fuck it, I'm in the zone\n  Ghost, like nigga I'm gone\n  Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, on God\n\n  Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)\n  Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)\n  Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (yeah)\n  Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi\n  Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah)\n  But lil' homie know what's up with me\n  Talk down, you gon' die (you gon' die)\n  Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)\n  When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (woo)\n"},{"id":5147241,"name":"MP5","trackName":"MP5","artistName":"Trippie Redd","albumName":"Trip At Knight","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I'm too far gone)\n(Yeah)\n\nHop out a GT3 with an MP5\nI got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\nHad to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\nYou niggas square, divide 'em by pie\nRollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\nYour little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\nKeep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\nWhen you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n\nI've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy\nKnow we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe\nRidin' down the 101 not no Zoey\nI stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody\nYou niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby\nStackin' it up, on lowkey\nStay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG\nFuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies\n\nHop out a GT3 with an MP5\nI got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\nHad to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\nYou niggas square, divide 'em by pie\nRollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\nYour little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\nKeep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\nWhen you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n\nLight that shit up\nWalk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up\nThem niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter\nI thought I told them little niggas I'm\nHard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart)\nI thought I told you little niggas I'm\nGon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)\nPress Shit, don't matter like how could you\nFold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God)\nHow could you let that hate sit in your\nSoul, nigga? 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(How could you, bitch? Oh my God)\nYeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? 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(How could you bitch? Oh my God)\n[01:49.57] How could you let that hate sit in your\n[01:50.76] Soul, nigga? 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(How could it sit in your soul?)\nShawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)\nY'all niggas steppin' on toes\nHandle that shit like you grown\nDoin' this shit on my 'lone\nI got that bag on my own\nFuck it, I'm in the zone\nGon' say nigga I'm God\nHop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone\n\nHop out a GT3 with an MP5\nI got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\nHad to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\nYou niggas square, divide 'em by pie\nRollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\nYour little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\nKeep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\nWhen you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.09] (I'm too far gone)\n[00:11.95] (Yeah)\n[00:13.58] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n[00:16.29] I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n[00:19.26] Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n[00:22.84] You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n[00:25.14] Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n[00:27.94] Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n[00:31.24] Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n[00:34.38] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n[00:37.84] I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy\n[00:40.11] Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe\n[00:43.47] Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey\n[00:46.02] I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody\n[00:48.82] You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby\n[00:52.94] Stackin' it up, on lowkey\n[00:56.46] Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG\n[00:58.97] Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies\n[01:04.09] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n[01:07.58] I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n[01:10.92] Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n[01:14.12] You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n[01:16.58] Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n[01:19.38] Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n[01:22.40] Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n[01:25.30] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n[01:29.66] Light that shit up\n[01:32.23] Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up\n[01:35.06] Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter\n[01:37.92] I thought I told them little niggas I'm\n[01:40.65] Hard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart)\n[01:42.15] I thought I told you little niggas I'm\n[01:44.38] Gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)\n[01:45.77] Press Shit, don't matter like how could you\n[01:48.06] Fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God)\n[01:49.57] How could you let that hate sit in your\n[01:50.76] Soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?)\n[01:52.22] Shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)\n[01:54.81] Y'all niggas steppin' on toes\n[01:56.75] Handle that shit like you grown\n[01:58.44] Doin' this shit on my 'lone\n[02:00.18] I got that bag on my own\n[02:01.75] Fuck it, I'm in the zone\n[02:03.29] Gon' say nigga I'm God\n[02:05.52] Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone\n[02:08.78] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n[02:11.63] I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n[02:14.99] Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n[02:18.25] You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n[02:20.43] Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n[02:23.37] Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n[02:26.57] Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n[02:29.25] When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n[02:36.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: MP5\n  artist: Trippie Redd//SoFaygo\n  album: Trip at Knight (Complete Edition)\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I'm too far gone)\n  start_ms: 10090\n  end_ms: 11950\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 11950\n  end_ms: 13580\n- text: Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n  start_ms: 13580\n  end_ms: 16290\n- text: I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n  start_ms: 16290\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 22840\n- text: You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n  start_ms: 22840\n  end_ms: 25140\n- text: Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 27940\n- text: Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n  start_ms: 27940\n  end_ms: 31240\n- text: Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n  start_ms: 31240\n  end_ms: 34380\n- text: When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n  start_ms: 34380\n  end_ms: 37840\n- text: I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy\n  start_ms: 37840\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe\n  start_ms: 40110\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey\n  start_ms: 43470\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 48820\n- text: You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby\n  start_ms: 48820\n  end_ms: 52940\n- text: Stackin' it up, on lowkey\n  start_ms: 52940\n  end_ms: 56460\n- text: Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG\n  start_ms: 56460\n  end_ms: 58970\n- text: Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies\n  start_ms: 58970\n  end_ms: 64090\n- text: Hop out a GT3 with an MP5\n  start_ms: 64090\n  end_ms: 67580\n- text: I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai\n  start_ms: 67580\n  end_ms: 70920\n- text: Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly\n  start_ms: 70920\n  end_ms: 74120\n- text: You niggas square, divide 'em by pie\n  start_ms: 74120\n  end_ms: 76580\n- text: Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by\n  start_ms: 76580\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 82400\n- text: Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie\n  start_ms: 82400\n  end_ms: 85300\n- text: When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe\n  start_ms: 85300\n  end_ms: 89660\n- text: Light that shit up\n  start_ms: 89660\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 95060\n- text: Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter\n  start_ms: 95060\n  end_ms: 97920\n- text: I thought I told them little niggas I'm\n  start_ms: 97920\n  end_ms: 100650\n- text: Hard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart)\n  start_ms: 100650\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: I thought I told you little niggas I'm\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 105770\n- text: Press Shit, don't matter like how could you\n  start_ms: 105770\n  end_ms: 108060\n- text: Fold nigga? 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