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I'ma be some type of role model?\nI go full throttle desperado, that's the motto\nVic in Chicago, it's Hugh Heff at the grotto\nBrazilian model, she mean mugging like Frida Kahlo\nDrinking a horchata with an Alicia Machado\nBitch, I'm the ticket, you just hit the lotto\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nYoung Vic, the diamond's finest\nI shine like Puff signed Shyne\nExcept I signed to the Roc 'cause I'm timeless\nTop off the Masi, my behavior is mindless\nOld kids, nigga, we major, you minors\nFresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof\nI'm still in the hood, tell Zimmerman, \"Shoot\"\nHold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge\nYou rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood\n\nWhat's brackin' cuz? What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\n[01:58.37] What's VLONE thug? 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I'ma be some type of role model?\nI go full throttle desperado, that's the motto\nVic in Chicago, it's Hugh Heff at the grotto\nBrazilian model, she mean mugging like Frida Kahlo\nDrinking a horchata with an Alicia Machado\nBitch, I'm the ticket, you just hit the lotto\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nYoung Vic, the diamond's finest\nI shine like Puff signed Shyne\nExcept I signed to the Roc 'cause I'm timeless\nTop off the Masi, my behavior is mindless\nOld kids, nigga, we major, you minors\nFresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof\nI'm still in the hood, tell Zimmerman, \"Shoot\"\nHold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge\nYou rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood\n\nWhat's brackin' cuz? What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\n[01:58.37] What's VLONE thug? 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I'ma be some type of role model?\nI go full throttle desperado, that's the motto\nVic in Chicago, it's Hugh Heff at the grotto\nBrazilian model, she mean mugging like Frida Kahlo\nDrinking a horchata with an Alicia Machado\nBitch, I'm the ticket, you just hit the lotto\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nYoung Vic, the diamond's finest\nI shine like Puff signed Shyne\nExcept I signed to the Roc 'cause I'm timeless\nTop off the Masi, my behavior is mindless\nOld kids, nigga, we major, you minors\nFresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof\nI'm still in the hood, tell Zimmerman, \"Shoot\"\nHold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge\nYou rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood\n\nWhat's brackin' cuz? What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\n[01:58.37] What's VLONE thug? 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I'ma be some type of role model?\nI go full throttle desperado, that's the motto\nVic in Chicago, it's Hugh Heff at the grotto\nBrazilian model, she mean mugging like Frida Kahlo\nDrinking a horchata with an Alicia Machado\nBitch, I'm the ticket, you just hit the lotto\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nYoung Vic, the diamond's finest\nI shine like Puff signed Shyne\nExcept I signed to the Roc 'cause I'm timeless\nTop off the Masi, my behavior is mindless\nOld kids, nigga, we major, you minors\nFresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof\nI'm still in the hood, tell Zimmerman, \"Shoot\"\nHold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge\nYou rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood\n\nWhat's brackin' cuz? What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\n[01:58.37] What's VLONE thug? 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Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\nThem guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\nSelling love potion my whole rap career\nSo your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\nWe could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\nMy sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\nStreet poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\nWritten on the globe\nFace to a table full of blow\nFresh powder skiing in the snow\nType of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\nBurn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\nPullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\nSo we know true north (oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] Yeah\n[00:02.65] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[00:04.95] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[00:07.60] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[00:10.57] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[00:13.71] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[00:16.60] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[00:18.66] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[00:21.58] Fuck the law\n[00:22.07] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[00:25.22] It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans\n[00:27.92] Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands\n[00:31.07] Swiss bank, counting clean money with dirty hands\n[00:33.66] With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan\n[00:36.24] Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand\n[00:39.06] French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman\n[00:42.12] We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati\n[00:45.06] Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly\n[00:47.98] No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king\n[00:50.57] Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx\n[00:53.35] Fuck you think? 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What you know about gangbanging?\n[01:58.37] What's VLONE thug? 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What you know about gangbanging?\nWhat's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\nFree Vic Mensa Amistad chain swanging\nThis that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\nI'm Balmaing without paying, y'all playing\nWe higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\nSuicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\nI'm killa season Cam\nNo lives matter, blam\n\nPullin up with the coupe\n(Oh my goodness)\nMust've done something with the roof\n(Oh my goodness)\nYou sitting looking stupid on the stoop\n(Oh my goodness)\nI would take notes if I were you\n(Oh my goodness)\nThis was designed with the stars, the square and the cross\nSo we know true north\n(Oh my goodness)\nSmilin', with 50 karats in my jaw\n(Oh my goodness)\nFuck the law\nIt's a shame nigga, rhyme\nNigga, love crime\n\nEvery other night, I'm outside with the nine\nYou ain't got chips, fuck the world\nYou got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\nSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\nThe weight kiss told us should never be misquoted (no)\nThem guns that you wave on the camera? 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What you know about gangbanging?\n  What's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\n  Free Vic Mensa Amistad chain swanging\n  This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\n  I'm Balmaing without paying, y'all playing\n  We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\n  Suicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\n  I'm killa season Cam\n  No lives matter, blam\n\n  Pullin up with the coupe\n  (Oh my goodness)\n  Must've done something with the roof\n  (Oh my goodness)\n  You sitting looking stupid on the stoop\n  (Oh my goodness)\n  I would take notes if I were you\n  (Oh my goodness)\n  This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross\n  So we know true north\n  (Oh my goodness)\n  Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw\n  (Oh my goodness)\n  Fuck the law\n  It's a shame nigga, rhyme\n  Nigga, love crime\n\n  Every other night, I'm outside with the nine\n  You ain't got chips, fuck the world\n  You got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\n  Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n  The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted (no)\n  Them guns that you wave on the camera? 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What you know about gangbanging?\n[01:58.37] What's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\n[02:01.49] Free Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\n[02:04.04] This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\n[02:06.70] I'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\n[02:09.62] We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\n[02:12.60] Suicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\n[02:15.12] I'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n[02:18.23] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[02:20.81] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[02:23.24] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[02:26.06] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[02:29.21] This was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\n[02:32.02] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[02:34.13] Smilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[02:37.05] Fuck the law\n[02:38.12] It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n[02:41.16] Every other night, I'm outside with the nine\n[02:43.70] You ain't got chips, fuck the world\n[02:46.50] You got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\n[02:49.05] Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n[02:52.18] The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\n[02:54.80] Them guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\n[02:57.65] Selling love potion my whole rap career\n[03:00.24] So your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n[03:03.15] We could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\n[03:06.25] My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\n[03:08.94] Street poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n[03:11.79] 'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n[03:14.65] Written on the globe\n[03:16.22] Face to a table full of blow\n[03:18.07] Fresh powder skiing in the snow\n[03:20.42] Type of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\n[03:23.63] Burn the carter down like I'm Nino\n[03:26.05] Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n[03:28.37] Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n[03:31.18] You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n[03:33.89] I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n[03:36.98] This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n[03:39.83] So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n[03:41.92] Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n[03:44.88] Fuck the law\n[03:45.68] It's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime\n[03:50.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: OMG (Dirty)\n  artist: Vic Mensa ft. 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What you know about gangbanging?\n  What's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'?\n  Free Vic Mensa, Amistad chain swanging\n  This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan\n  I'm Balmaing, without paying, y'all playing\n  We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan\n  Suicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb\n  I'm killa season Cam, no lives matter, blam\n\n  Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n  Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n  You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n  I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n  This was designed with the stars, the square, the cross\n  So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n  Smilin', fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n  Fuck the law\n  It's a shame nigga rhyme, nigga, love crime\n\n  Every other night, I'm outside with the nine\n  You ain't got chips, fuck the world\n  You got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl\n  Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world\n\n  The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted\n  Them guns that you wave on the camera we been toting\n  Selling love potion my whole rap career\n  So your streams and downloads could never match the kid's\n\n  We could go foreign for foreign until it's boring\n  My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you're snoring\n  Street poetry, I'm on Wale Follarin\n  'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn\n\n  Written on the globe\n  Face to a table full of blow\n  Fresh powder skiing in the snow\n  Type of rappers we know, got the right numbers on a kilo\n  Burn the carter down like I'm Nino\n\n  Pullin' up with the coupe (oh my goodness)\n  Must've done something with the roof (oh my goodness)\n  You sitting looking stupid on the stoop (oh my goodness)\n  I would take notes if I were you (oh my goodness)\n  This was designed with the stars, the square, and the cross\n  So we know true north (oh my goodness)\n  Smilin', with fifty karats in my jaw (oh my goodness)\n  Fuck the law\n  It's a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga love crime\n"}]