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I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\nHow you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\nFuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\nMay Street, you knowin' where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\nWe ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\nFourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\nBuddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\nCouple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\nCrash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\nCut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\nYeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\nRed 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\nNobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\nWhen you do the labor, watch the fruit come\nI don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\nLook, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\nTwin stay with me, that's the brodie\nAny pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\nMask on his face like a goalie\nNiggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\nSeen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\nYeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n[01:31.87] Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n[01:36.07] D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n[01:39.87] Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n[01:44.07] Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n[01:47.73] Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n[01:52.22] Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n[01:56.05] Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n[01:59.74] Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n[02:03.89] Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n[02:07.86] How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:11.99] Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:16.03] Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n[02:19.98] Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n[02:27.74] You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n[02:30.58] I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n[02:33.45] Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n[02:36.53] Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n[02:40.07] May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n[02:42.28] No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n[02:43.96] We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n[02:46.07] Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n[02:47.87] Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n[02:49.86] Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n[02:52.06] Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n[02:53.82] Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n[02:56.59] Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n[02:59.84] Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n[03:01.76] Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n[03:06.04] When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n[03:07.88] I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n[03:12.64] Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n[03:15.93] Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n[03:17.94] Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n[03:19.71] Mask on his face like a goalie\n[03:22.08] Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n[03:23.88] Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n[03:28.62] Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n[03:32.34] I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n[03:34.43] I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n[03:37.62] Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n[03:40.69] Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n[03:44.52] Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n[03:48.73] Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n[03:52.28] Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n[03:56.25] Lobster tail with the black truffle\n[03:58.22] Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n[04:02.13] I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n[04:04.58] Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n[04:06.30] Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n[04:08.30] I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n[04:12.53] You could've made it out of that struggle\n[04:14.26] But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n[04:16.37] Damn, we be on go mode\n[04:18.59] Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n[04:20.33] Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n[04:24.49] Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n[04:28.38] Got this rap game in the chokehold\n[04:30.36] Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n[04:36.04] Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n[04:39.53] Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n[04:41.95] And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n[04:45.38] Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n[04:50.26] And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n[04:55.10] Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n[04:59.08] He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n[05:00.54] Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n[05:03.07] You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n[05:05.11] You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n[05:09.48] You my man, man (of course)\n[05:10.99] You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n[05:12.81] So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n[05:16.47] You my man, man, come on\n[05:18.20] Man, Westside, you my man, man\n[05:20.25] You know I love you, bro\n[05:20.94] You my man, come on, man\n[05:23.16] You know I love you, bro\n[05:25.57] I know that\n[05:26.58] And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n[05:28.34] I seen you on BET, man\n[05:30.18] When y'all done a thing on DMX\n[05:31.88] Oh, you got to see it?\n[05:32.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine, Benny the Butcher - 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I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"},{"id":3970926,"name":"Kostas","trackName":"Kostas","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"And Then You Pray For Me","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n(Griselda)\nYo, top of the AM, I'm cookin' a batch\nyou can rap and then thinkin' 'bout traffickin'\nThere's blood on the money, we savagin'\nYou can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah\nWe took it easy, so don't press your luck\nWhen I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\nI took two hoes on a date, doubled up\nBefore we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\nPyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\nPlay with them pots, 'cause Butch don't gamble\nBut I'm in Vegas with least bought a hundred\nAnd all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\nGriselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\nI had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\nShit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\nWhen we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\nI got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\nShe'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\nTen foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga\nI pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\nI drive this bitch like I got her for nothin'\nShe a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\nMini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin'\nCartier glasses with the pants, I'm buggin'\nPyrex, man, yeah, you know my handle\nPlay with them pots, 'cause Butch don't gamble\nBut I'm in Vegas with least bought a hundred\nAnd all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\nI got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\nShe'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\nTen forints deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the quick trip, nigga)\nI pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\nButcher\nAyo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pops\nAyo, ayo, Gucci strap, back with the polka dots\nGucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove, thriller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on cones\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road?\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done\nHow you niggas kingpins, you ain't never sell nothin'\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pullers tell none\nFuckin' like a porn star, legend on the rack, y'all\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia, ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again, look, let's go\nMay Street, you know where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from?\nWe ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\nFourth and long, we gone, we don't do punts\nBuddy 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You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:11.96] Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:16.04] Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n[02:19.92] Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n[02:27.77] You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n[02:30.51] I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n[02:33.43] Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n[02:36.54] Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n[02:40.04] May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n[02:42.21] No name niggas, where is you from? 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(Huh?)\n[03:32.30] I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n[03:34.45] I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n[03:37.61] Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n[03:40.67] Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n[03:44.51] Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n[03:48.76] Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n[03:52.28] Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n[03:56.29] Lobster tail with the black truffle\n[03:58.27] Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n[04:02.10] I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n[04:04.53] Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n[04:06.31] Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n[04:08.31] I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n[04:12.58] You could've made it out of that struggle\n[04:14.20] But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n[04:16.35] Damn, we be on go mode\n[04:18.85] Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n[04:20.95] Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n[04:24.45] Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n[04:28.38] Got this rap game in the chokehold\n[04:30.32] Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n[04:36.02] Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n[04:39.54] Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n[04:41.98] And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n[04:45.33] Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n[04:50.20] And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n[04:55.12] Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n[04:59.03] He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n[05:00.58] Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n[05:03.07] You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n[05:05.15] You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n[05:09.49] You my man, man (of course)\n[05:10.93] You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n[05:12.87] So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n[05:16.46] You my man, man, come on\n[05:18.25] Man, Westside, you my man, man\n[05:20.23] You know I love you, bro\n[05:20.95] You my man, come on, man\n[05:23.14] You know I love you, bro\n[05:25.50] I know that\n[05:26.56] And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n[05:28.37] I seen you on BET, man\n[05:30.11] When y'all done a thing on DMX\n[05:31.88] Oh, you got to see it?\n[05:33.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kostas\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: And Then You Pray For Me\n  duration_ms: 333000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n  start_ms: 240\n  end_ms: 2340\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 2340\n  end_ms: 14110\n- text: (Griselda)\n  start_ms: 14110\n  end_ms: 15060\n- text: Yo, top of the 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bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n  I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin'\n  She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n  Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin'\n  Cartier glasses with the pants, I'm buggin'\n  Pyrex, man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots, 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least bought a hundred\n  And all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n  Ten forints deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the quick trip, nigga)\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n  Butcher\n  Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pops\n  Ayo, ayo, Gucci strap, back with the polka dots\n  Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? 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(Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? 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I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? 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(Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n[01:31.87] Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n[01:36.07] D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n[01:39.87] Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n[01:44.07] Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n[01:47.73] Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n[01:52.22] Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n[01:56.05] Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n[01:59.74] Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n[02:03.89] Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n[02:07.86] How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:11.99] Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:16.03] Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n[02:19.98] Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n[02:27.74] You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n[02:30.58] I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n[02:33.45] Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n[02:36.53] Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n[02:40.07] May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n[02:42.28] No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n[02:43.96] We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n[02:46.07] Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n[02:47.87] Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n[02:49.86] Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n[02:52.06] Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n[02:53.82] Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n[02:56.59] Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n[02:59.84] Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n[03:01.76] Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n[03:06.04] When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n[03:07.88] I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n[03:12.64] Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n[03:15.93] Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n[03:17.94] Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n[03:19.71] Mask on his face like a goalie\n[03:22.08] Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n[03:23.88] Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n[03:28.62] Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n[03:32.34] I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n[03:34.43] I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n[03:37.62] Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n[03:40.69] Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n[03:44.52] Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n[03:48.73] Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n[03:52.28] Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n[03:56.25] Lobster tail with the black truffle\n[03:58.22] Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n[04:02.13] I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n[04:04.58] Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n[04:06.30] Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n[04:08.30] I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n[04:12.53] You could've made it out of that struggle\n[04:14.26] But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n[04:16.37] Damn, we be on go mode\n[04:18.59] Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n[04:20.33] Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n[04:24.49] Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n[04:28.38] Got this rap game in the chokehold\n[04:30.36] Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n[04:36.04] Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n[04:39.53] Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n[04:41.95] And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n[04:45.38] Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n[04:50.26] And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n[04:55.10] Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n[04:59.08] He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n[05:00.54] Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n[05:03.07] You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n[05:05.11] You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n[05:09.48] You my man, man (of course)\n[05:10.99] You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n[05:12.81] So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n[05:16.47] You my man, man, come on\n[05:18.20] Man, Westside, you my man, man\n[05:20.25] You know I love you, bro\n[05:20.94] You my man, come on, man\n[05:23.16] You know I love you, bro\n[05:25.57] I know that\n[05:26.58] And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n[05:28.34] I seen you on BET, man\n[05:30.18] When y'all done a thing on DMX\n[05:31.88] Oh, you got to see it?\n[05:32.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kostas (feat. 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know is\n  When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n  I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n  She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n  Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n  Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n\n  Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n  In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n\n  Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n  Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n  Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"},{"id":10390286,"name":"Kostas","trackName":"Kostas","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. 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I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\nHow you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\nFuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\nMay Street, you knowin' where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\nWe ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\nFourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\nBuddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\nCouple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\nCrash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\nCut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\nYeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\nRed 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\nNobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\nWhen you do the labor, watch the fruit come\nI don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\nLook, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\nTwin stay with me, that's the brodie\nAny pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\nMask on his face like a goalie\nNiggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\nSeen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\nYeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? 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(Fuck)\n[02:43.96] We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n[02:46.07] Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n[02:47.87] Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n[02:49.86] Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n[02:52.06] Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n[02:53.82] Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n[02:56.59] Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n[02:59.84] Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n[03:01.76] Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n[03:06.04] When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n[03:07.88] I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n[03:12.64] Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n[03:15.93] Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n[03:17.94] Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n[03:19.71] Mask on his face like a goalie\n[03:22.08] Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n[03:23.88] Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n[03:28.62] Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n[03:32.34] I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n[03:34.43] I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n[03:37.62] Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n[03:40.69] Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n[03:44.52] Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n[03:48.73] Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n[03:52.28] Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n[03:56.25] Lobster tail with the black truffle\n[03:58.22] Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n[04:02.13] I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n[04:04.58] Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n[04:06.30] Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n[04:08.30] I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n[04:12.53] You could've made it out of that struggle\n[04:14.26] But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n[04:16.37] Damn, we be on go mode\n[04:18.59] Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n[04:20.33] Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n[04:24.49] Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n[04:28.38] Got this rap game in the chokehold\n[04:30.36] Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n[04:36.04] Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n[04:39.53] Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n[04:41.95] And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n[04:45.38] Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n[04:50.26] And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n[04:55.10] Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n[04:59.08] He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n[05:00.54] Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n[05:03.07] You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n[05:05.11] You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n[05:09.48] You my man, man (of course)\n[05:10.99] You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n[05:12.81] So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n[05:16.47] You my man, man, come on\n[05:18.20] Man, Westside, you my man, man\n[05:20.25] You know I love you, bro\n[05:20.94] You my man, come on, man\n[05:23.16] You know I love you, bro\n[05:25.57] I know that\n[05:26.58] And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n[05:28.34] I seen you on BET, man\n[05:30.18] When y'all done a thing on DMX\n[05:31.88] Oh, you got to see it?\n[05:32.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kostas\n  artist: Westside Gunn feat. 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start_ms: 328340\n  end_ms: 330180\n- text: When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  start_ms: 330180\n  end_ms: 331880\n- text: Oh, you got to see it?\n  start_ms: 331880\n  end_ms: 332480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332480\nplain: |-\n  (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n\n  (Griselda)\n\n  Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n  Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n  There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n  You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n  Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n  When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n  I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n  Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n\n  Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n  I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n  Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n  When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n  I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n  She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n  Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n  Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n\n  Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n  In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n\n  Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n  Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n  Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"},{"id":5731490,"name":"Kostas","trackName":"Kostas","artistName":"Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher","albumName":"And Then You Pray For Me","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n\n(Griselda)\n\nYo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\nRappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\nThere's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\nYou can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\nYeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\nWhen I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\nI took two hoes on a date, doubled up\nBefore we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n\nPyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\nPlay with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\nBut I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\nGriselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\nI had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\nShit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\nWhen we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n\nI got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\nShe'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\nTen foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\nI pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\nI drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\nShe a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\nMini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\nCarti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n\nPyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\nPlay with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\nBut I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\nIn all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\nI got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\nShe'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\nTen foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\nI pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n\nAyo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\nAyo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\nGucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\nHow you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\nFuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\nMay Street, you knowin' where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from? 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(Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? 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know is\n  When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n  I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n  She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n  Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n  Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n\n  Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n  In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n\n  Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n  Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n  Gucci MLB jersey, who you 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I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"},{"id":12346434,"name":"Kostas","trackName":"Kostas","artistName":"Westside Gunn • Conway the Machine • Benny the Butcher","albumName":"null","duration":334.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n\n(Griselda)\n\nYo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\nRappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\nThere's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\nYou can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\nYeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\nWhen I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\nI took two hoes on a date, doubled up\nBefore we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n\nPyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\nPlay with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\nBut I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\nGriselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\nI had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\nShit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\nWhen we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n\nI got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\nShe'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\nTen foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\nI pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\nI drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\nShe a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\nMini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\nCarti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n\nPyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\nPlay with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\nBut I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\nIn all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\nI got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\nShe'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\nTen foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\nI pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n\nAyo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\nAyo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\nGucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\nHow you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\nFuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\nMay Street, you knowin' where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from? 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(Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n[01:31.87] Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n[01:36.07] D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n[01:39.87] Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n[01:44.07] Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n[01:47.73] Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n[01:52.22] Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n[01:56.05] Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n[01:59.74] Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n[02:03.89] Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n[02:07.86] How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:11.99] Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:16.03] Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n[02:19.98] Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n[02:27.74] You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n[02:30.58] I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n[02:33.45] Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n[02:36.53] Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n[02:40.07] May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n[02:42.28] No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n[02:43.96] We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n[02:46.07] Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n[02:47.87] Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n[02:49.86] Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n[02:52.06] Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n[02:53.82] Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n[02:56.59] Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n[02:59.84] Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n[03:01.76] Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n[03:06.04] When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n[03:07.88] I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n[03:12.64] Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n[03:15.93] Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n[03:17.94] Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n[03:19.71] Mask on his face like a goalie\n[03:22.08] Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n[03:23.88] Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n[03:28.62] Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n[03:32.34] I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n[03:34.43] I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n[03:37.62] Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n[03:40.69] Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n[03:44.52] Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n[03:48.73] Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n[03:52.28] Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n[03:56.25] Lobster tail with the black truffle\n[03:58.22] Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n[04:02.13] I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n[04:04.58] Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n[04:06.30] Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n[04:08.30] I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n[04:12.53] You could've made it out of that struggle\n[04:14.26] But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n[04:16.37] Damn, we be on go mode\n[04:18.59] Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n[04:20.33] Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n[04:24.49] Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n[04:28.38] Got this rap game in the chokehold\n[04:30.36] Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n[04:36.04] Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n[04:39.53] Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n[04:41.95] And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n[04:45.38] Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n[04:50.26] And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n[04:55.10] Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n[04:59.08] He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n[05:00.54] Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n[05:03.07] You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n[05:05.11] You, Benny, and your man 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know is\n  When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n  I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n  She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n  Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n  Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n\n  Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n  In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n\n  Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n  Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n  Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"},{"id":4931737,"name":"Kostas (feat. 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I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\nHow you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\nFuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\nMay Street, you knowin' where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\nWe ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\nFourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\nBuddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\nCouple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\nCrash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\nCut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\nYeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\nRed 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\nNobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\nWhen you do the labor, watch the fruit come\nI don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\nLook, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\nTwin stay with me, that's the brodie\nAny pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\nMask on his face like a goalie\nNiggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\nSeen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\nYeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? 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You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:11.99] Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:16.03] Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n[02:19.98] Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n[02:27.74] You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n[02:30.58] I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n[02:33.45] Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n[02:36.53] Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n[02:40.07] May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n[02:42.28] No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n[02:43.96] We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n[02:46.07] Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n[02:47.87] Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n[02:49.86] Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n[02:52.06] Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n[02:53.82] Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n[02:56.59] Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n[02:59.84] Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n[03:01.76] Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n[03:06.04] When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n[03:07.88] I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n[03:12.64] Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n[03:15.93] Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n[03:17.94] Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n[03:19.71] Mask on his face like a goalie\n[03:22.08] Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n[03:23.88] Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n[03:28.62] Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n[03:32.34] I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n[03:34.43] I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n[03:37.62] Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n[03:40.69] Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n[03:44.52] Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n[03:48.73] Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n[03:52.28] Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n[03:56.25] Lobster tail with the black truffle\n[03:58.22] Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n[04:02.13] I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n[04:04.58] Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n[04:06.30] Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n[04:08.30] I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n[04:12.53] You could've made it out of that struggle\n[04:14.26] But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n[04:16.37] Damn, we be on go mode\n[04:18.59] Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n[04:20.33] Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n[04:24.49] Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n[04:28.38] Got this rap game in the chokehold\n[04:30.36] Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n[04:36.04] Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n[04:39.53] Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n[04:41.95] And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n[04:45.38] Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n[04:50.26] And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n[04:55.10] Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n[04:59.08] He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n[05:00.54] Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n[05:03.07] You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n[05:05.11] You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n[05:09.48] You my man, man (of course)\n[05:10.99] You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n[05:12.81] So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n[05:16.47] You my man, man, come on\n[05:18.20] Man, Westside, you my man, man\n[05:20.25] You know I love you, bro\n[05:20.94] You my man, come on, man\n[05:23.16] You know I love you, bro\n[05:25.57] I know that\n[05:26.58] And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n[05:28.34] I seen you on BET, man\n[05:30.18] When y'all done a thing on DMX\n[05:31.88] Oh, you got to see it?\n[05:32.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kostas (feat. 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I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"},{"id":31552954,"name":"Kostas feat. 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I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\nHow you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\nFuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\nMay Street, you knowin' where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\nWe ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\nFourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\nBuddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\nCouple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\nCrash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\nCut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\nYeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\nRed 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\nNobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\nWhen you do the labor, watch the fruit come\nI don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\nLook, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\nTwin stay with me, that's the brodie\nAny pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\nMask on his face like a goalie\nNiggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\nSeen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\nYeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? 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I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"},{"id":3861095,"name":"Kostas","trackName":"Kostas","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. 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I be worthy\nSold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\nD&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\nYeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\nCrosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\nRed bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\nYeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\nBitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\nPull over, well done, bones filet, well done\nShoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\nHow you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\nOnly tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\nFuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\nCreases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\nYou know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\nI'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\nFuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\nLet's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\nMay Street, you knowin' where my crew from\nNo name niggas, where is you from? 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(Huh?)\nI'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\nI'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\nLook, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\nWoo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\nSmokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\nCall me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\nGot a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\nLobster tail with the black truffle\nLots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\nI'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\nSilencer on the MAC muzzle\nTouch one of mine's, that's trouble\nI got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\nYou could've made it out of that struggle\nBut you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\nDamn, we be on go mode\nJumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\nUh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\nYeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\nGot this rap game in the chokehold\nMachine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\nTell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\nEverybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\nAnd yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\nThank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\nAnd Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\nCan't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\nHe know y'all puttin' his name-\"\nThem dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\nYou could do whatever you wanna do with my name\nYou, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\nYou my man, man (of course)\nYou a personal friend of mine (of course)\nSo you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\nYou my man, man, come on\nMan, Westside, you my man, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nYou my man, come on, man\nYou know I love you, bro\nI know that\nAnd look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\nI seen you on BET, man\nWhen y'all done a thing on DMX\nOh, you got to see it?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n[00:02.34] \n[00:14.16] (Griselda)\n[00:15.00] Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n[00:17.49] Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n[00:19.56] There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n[00:21.29] You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n[00:23.10] Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n[00:25.16] When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n[00:27.44] I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n[00:29.54] Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n[00:31.24] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[00:33.55] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[00:35.38] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[00:39.24] Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n[00:41.31] I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n[00:43.48] Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n[00:45.22] When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n[00:47.23] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[00:49.34] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n[00:51.46] Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n[00:53.58] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n[00:55.59] I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n[00:57.58] She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n[00:59.53] Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n[01:01.52] Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n[01:03.68] Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n[01:05.39] Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n[01:07.50] But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n[01:09.50] In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n[01:11.37] I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n[01:13.33] She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n[01:15.56] Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n[01:17.22] I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n[01:19.76] Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n[01:23.96] Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n[01:27.88] Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n[01:31.87] Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n[01:36.07] D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n[01:39.87] Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n[01:44.07] Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n[01:47.73] Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n[01:52.22] Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n[01:56.05] Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n[01:59.74] Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n[02:03.89] Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n[02:07.86] How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:11.99] Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n[02:16.03] Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n[02:19.98] Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n[02:27.74] You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n[02:30.58] I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n[02:33.45] Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n[02:36.53] Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n[02:40.07] May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n[02:42.28] No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n[02:43.96] We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n[02:46.07] Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n[02:47.87] Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n[02:49.86] Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n[02:52.06] Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n[02:53.82] Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n[02:56.59] Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n[02:59.84] Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n[03:01.76] Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n[03:06.04] When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n[03:07.88] I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n[03:12.64] Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n[03:15.93] Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n[03:17.94] Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n[03:19.71] Mask on his face like a goalie\n[03:22.08] Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n[03:23.88] Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n[03:28.62] Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n[03:32.34] I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n[03:34.43] I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n[03:37.62] Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n[03:40.69] Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n[03:44.52] Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n[03:48.73] Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n[03:52.28] Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n[03:56.25] Lobster tail with the black truffle\n[03:58.22] Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n[04:02.13] I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n[04:04.58] Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n[04:06.30] Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n[04:08.30] I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n[04:12.53] You could've made it out of that struggle\n[04:14.26] But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n[04:16.37] Damn, we be on go mode\n[04:18.59] Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n[04:20.33] Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n[04:24.49] Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n[04:28.38] Got this rap game in the chokehold\n[04:30.36] Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n[04:36.04] Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n[04:39.53] Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n[04:41.95] And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n[04:45.38] Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n[04:50.26] And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n[04:55.10] Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n[04:59.08] He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n[05:00.54] Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n[05:03.07] You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n[05:05.11] You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n[05:09.48] You my man, man (of course)\n[05:10.99] You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n[05:12.81] So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n[05:16.47] You my man, man, come on\n[05:18.20] Man, Westside, you my man, man\n[05:20.25] You know I love you, bro\n[05:20.94] You my man, come on, man\n[05:23.16] You know I love you, bro\n[05:25.57] I know that\n[05:26.58] And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n[05:28.34] I seen you on BET, man\n[05:30.18] When y'all done a thing on DMX\n[05:31.88] Oh, you got to see it?\n[05:32.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kostas\n  artist: Westside Gunn feat. 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name\n  start_ms: 303070\n  end_ms: 305110\n- text: You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  start_ms: 305110\n  end_ms: 309480\n- text: You my man, man (of course)\n  start_ms: 309480\n  end_ms: 310990\n- text: You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  start_ms: 310990\n  end_ms: 312810\n- text: So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n  start_ms: 312810\n  end_ms: 316470\n- text: You my man, man, come on\n  start_ms: 316470\n  end_ms: 318200\n- text: Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  start_ms: 318200\n  end_ms: 320250\n- text: You know I love you, bro\n  start_ms: 320250\n  end_ms: 320940\n- text: You my man, come on, man\n  start_ms: 320940\n  end_ms: 323160\n- text: You know I love you, bro\n  start_ms: 323160\n  end_ms: 325570\n- text: I know that\n  start_ms: 325570\n  end_ms: 326580\n- text: And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  start_ms: 326580\n  end_ms: 328340\n- text: I seen you on BET, man\n  start_ms: 328340\n  end_ms: 330180\n- text: When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  start_ms: 330180\n  end_ms: 331880\n- text: Oh, you got to see it?\n  start_ms: 331880\n  end_ms: 332480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332480\nplain: |-\n  (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)\n\n  (Griselda)\n\n  Yo, top of the a.m., I'm cookin' a batch again\n  Rappin' and thinkin' 'bout traffickin' (traffickin')\n  There's blood on the money, we savagin' (savagin')\n  You can tell by the driveway, we havin' it (havin' it)\n  Yeah, we took it easy, so don't press your luck\n  When I feel like squeezin', my blood pressure up\n  I took two hoes on a date, doubled up\n  Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked\n\n  Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred in all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  Griselda Blanco meets the Sopranos\n  I had to season that chicken like Dan-O's\n  Shit we don't speak on, all you need to know is\n  When we put our cleats on, opps get trampled\n\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Kwik Trip, nigga\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga\n  I drive this bitch like I got her for nothin' (skrrt)\n  She a Scorpio, a Cancer, she fuckin'\n  Mini Drac' with the banana, I'm thuggin' (grrt)\n  Carti' glasses with the panther (grrt), I'm buggin'\n\n  Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle\n  Play with them pots 'cause Butch don't gamble\n  But I'm in Vegas with least 'bout a hundred\n  In all blue strips, that's only two handfuls\n  I got your bitch on a hit list, nigga\n  She'll leave you for a rich, rich nigga (she on a hit list, nigga)\n  Ten foreigns deep at the Quik Trip, nigga (at the Quik Trip, nigga)\n  I pray for kilos on Christmas, nigga, Butch' (let's go, Flygod)\n\n  Ayo, ayo, I'm the same nigga with the coke and pots\n  Ayo, ayo, Gucci strapback with the polka dots\n  Gucci MLB jersey, who you be? I be worthy\n  Sold them bricks around noon, robbed them back 'bout 2:30\n  D&G stove (ah), 'Dweller on froze\n  Yeah, I got that rose plain, hearts on Chrome (Chrome)\n  Crosses on the Chrome, Amiris with the bones\n  Red bottom Chelseas, Indiana Jones (Jones)\n\n  Yeah, I got your bitch fuckin' Prezi at the low (low)\n  Bitch never had shit, why she take the road? (Ah)\n  Pull over, well done, bones filet, well done\n  Shoot a shot and ten more times, left that nigga well done (grrt)\n  How you niggas kingpins? You ain't never sell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Only tellers tell for, if they pull us, tell nothin' (uh-uh)\n  Fuck her like a porn star, legend on the rec' yard\n  Creases on the dance floor, you ain't been to jail once\n\n  You know what it is, shit don't stop, nigga\n  I'm just leavin' the hospital, gettin' my surgery\n  Fuckin' anesthesia ain't even fully wore off yet\n  Let's do it again (haha), look, let's go\n\n  May Street, you knowin' where my crew from\n  No name niggas, where is you from? (Fuck)\n  We ain't with the talk, gotta do somethin'\n  Fourth and long, we goin', we don't do punts\n  Buddy Hield, the bro just wanna shoot somethin' (ah)\n  Couple mill' in hundreds, it's the blue ones (woo)\n  Crash the Benz, fuck it, buy a new one\n  Cut a bitch off and buy a new one, ha\n\n  Yeah, lil' red bitch, I call her Fruit Punch\n  Red 'Rari, shit from out of DuPont\n  Nobu or Wallies when I do lunch (we eatin', nigga)\n  When you do the labor, watch the fruit come\n  I don't really like to go to parties, but it's gon' cost you 50 if I do come (hahaha)\n\n  Look, I fraternize with feathers and parolees\n  Twin stay with me, that's the brodie\n  Any pressure, he gon' up his polie (boom, boom)\n  Mask on his face like a goalie\n  Niggas hatin', fuck 'em, die slowly\n  Seen them niggas start to get on snake shit, that's when they see me turn to Kobe (Black Mamba)\n\n  Yeah, like, who these rap niggas playin' with? (Huh?)\n  I'm a silverback with banana clips (yeah)\n  I'ma peel the cap when I'm sprayin' shit (brr)\n  Look, brought that feeling back is what they say and shit (huh?)\n  Woo, the real is back, for a million flat, my last play and shit (haha)\n  Smokin' out a Ziploc, the Pelle weigh as much as Westside bracelet ('kay)\n  Call me SlamFace Killah, grimy rap shit, they sayin' I'm the face of it (yeah)\n  Got a bitch out the hood, I showed her how to butterfly the filet and shit (Like this)\n  Lobster tail with the black truffle\n  Lots of mail in that black duffel (woo)\n\n  I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell\n  Silencer on the MAC muzzle\n  Touch one of mine's, that's trouble\n  I got rich as a bitch and did it my way, these niggas wanna act puzzled\n  You could've made it out of that struggle\n  But you'd rather hate and you lack hustle (broke)\n\n  Damn, we be on go mode\n  Jumpin' with the sticks, no pogo (woo)\n  Uh, ice DW logo, try to run down, that's a no-no (woo)\n  Yeah, every time I post though, your ho keep double-tappin' my photo (ha)\n  Got this rap game in the chokehold\n  Machine, bitch, I'm a new prototype (brr)\n\n  Tell everybody, I'll tell everybody in the city you my man\n  Everybody (yes), everybody (yes, sir)\n  And yo, man, thank y'all for the what's the name, man?\n  Thank y'all for the, uh, the record, the Sly Green record, man, it's real nice, man (know)\n  And Westside, man, all I got is positive, constructive things to say\n\n  Can't nobody say nothin' to you, about me, about, \"Yo, dude\n  He know y'all puttin' his name-\"\n  Them dudes don't know me like you know me, Westside\n  You could do whatever you wanna do with my name\n  You, Benny, and your man Conway do anything y'all wanna do with my name, man (yes)\n  You my man, man (of course)\n  You a personal friend of mine (of course)\n  So you ain't gotta listen to what nobody else got to say (yes, sir)\n\n  You my man, man, come on\n  Man, Westside, you my man, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  You my man, come on, man\n  You know I love you, bro\n  I know that\n  And look, man, I'm proud of y'all, man\n  I seen you on BET, man\n  When y'all done a thing on DMX\n  Oh, you got to see it?\n"}]