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Snap Your Favourite DJ\nIn the building with my niggas\nStreet Entertainment\n\nAyo—finger-fuckin' Donna Karan\nDick-sucks from Donatella—we the most glamour\nArm & Hammer manners\nHermès handkerchief wiping off brain matter\nCocaine Fister\nCruise through the city with a pity prap\nFendi jumpers, Hublot band, crocodiles\nTrue duffel filled with white—where the fuck Frank at?\nTony shot Pussy, cop a couple stoves ASAP\nMost luxurious, check the resume\nDevastatin' wind\nVersace got his brains blew out\nI dropped a tear\nSold dope all year\nTook a stack out the Lanvin box and copped me another pair\nBagging blow in that Rick Owens\nShoot your mamie house if you niggas owe us\nTen chains on all rose golding\nBack to back Lamb trucks, my niggas rolling\nThis Illmatic meets Purple Tape\nGemstar on the Mkqassa plate\nElephant drums flip you from a block away\nBalenciagia kicks, jumpin over fence, baking soda mix\nSo much fishscale my broke scale\nSnakeskin on the Gazelles\nYou not parallel\nShells of rain\nBurberry brick\nWaterproof from the pain\nSlain\n\nShootin' up dope\nLouis Belt wrapped around my arm, analyzing the rush\nI hope I don't overdose\nWe been marking Dope Man's Paradise\nBlood colored Benzos speeding through Hell\nPrada on the Devil, Hitler Wear Hermès\nSadam in that Fendi\nGod's Bugatti truck is filled, where they steal that from?\nThis is the life of luxury, that's what life's all about\nGlamour and Loyalty, Respect, Air Hole TECs\nWas a soundtrack, need I say more?\nSky was golden, money made up the floor\nDice games raw, poverty stricken, residue stained dishes\nClean that off, you gotta eat\nTime waits never, green presidential\nPresidential Rollies, take one sniff, of Sax 5th\nJust fly for eternity, pray the queen don't murder me\n\nYou talkin' to, the Rolex, wearin', diamond ring wearin'\nKiss stealin', woo, wheelin' dealin', limousine ridin', jet flyin'\nSon of a gun, and I'm havin' a hard time\nHoldin' these alligators down!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] DJ Kay Slay A.K.A. 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Snap Your Favourite DJ\n  In the building with my niggas\n  Street Entertainment\n\n  Ayo—finger-fuckin' Donna Karan\n  Dick-sucks from Donatella—we the most glamour\n  Arm & Hammer manners\n  Hermès handkerchief wiping off brain matter\n  Cocaine Fister\n  Cruise through the city with a pity prap\n  Fendi jumpers, Hublot band, crocodiles\n  True duffel filled with white—where the fuck Frank at?\n  Tony shot Pussy, cop a couple stoves ASAP\n  Most luxurious, check the resume\n  Devastatin' wind\n  Versace got his brains blew out\n  I dropped a tear\n  Sold dope all year\n  Took a stack out the Lanvin box and copped me another pair\n  Bagging blow in that Rick Owens\n  Shoot your mamie house if you niggas owe us\n  Ten chains on all rose golding\n  Back to back Lamb trucks, my niggas rolling\n  This Illmatic meets Purple Tape\n  Gemstar on the Mkqassa plate\n  Elephant drums flip you from a block away\n  Balenciagia kicks, jumpin over fence, baking soda mix\n  So much fishscale my broke scale\n  Snakeskin on the Gazelles\n  You not parallel\n  Shells of rain\n  Burberry brick\n  Waterproof from the pain\n  Slain\n\n  Shootin' up dope\n  Louis Belt wrapped around my arm, analyzing the rush\n  I hope I don't overdose\n  We been marking Dope Man's Paradise\n  Blood colored Benzos speeding through Hell\n  Prada on the Devil, Hitler Wear Hermès\n  Sadam in that Fendi\n  God's Bugatti truck is filled, where they steal that from?\n  This is the life of luxury, that's what life's all about\n  Glamour and Loyalty, Respect, Air Hole TECs\n  Was a soundtrack, need I say more?\n  Sky was golden, money made up the floor\n  Dice games raw, poverty stricken, residue stained dishes\n  Clean that off, you gotta eat\n  Time waits never, green presidential\n  Presidential Rollies, take one sniff, of Sax 5th\n  Just fly for eternity, pray the queen don't murder me\n\n  You talkin' to, the Rolex, wearin', diamond ring wearin'\n  Kiss stealin', woo, wheelin' dealin', limousine ridin', jet flyin'\n  Son of a gun, and I'm havin' a hard time\n  Holdin' these alligators down!\n"},{"id":13189887,"name":"MkQueensDead","trackName":"MkQueensDead","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Hitler's Dead","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Kay Slay A.K.A. 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