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Desert in a done heel, niggas know what's brackin' (ah)\n[03:13.45] Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (ah)\n[03:15.92] Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashin'\n[03:18.86] Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbin' (woo)\n[03:21.30] Bitches love the Flygod, all these niggas cappin' (woo)\n[03:23.99] LV snapback with the Crips that's backwards (ah)\n[03:28.15] Flygod\n[03:29.08] \n[03:50.58] Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there\n[03:52.69] Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage\n[03:56.55] Both inside and outside the ring (look at him, he's texting me right now)\n[04:00.54] He wants some advice on his career\n[04:02.24] Yeah, how to, how to, how to kick people\n[04:03.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Peppas (feat. 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Desert in a done heel, niggas know what's brackin' (ah)\n  Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (ah)\n\n  Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashin'\n  Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbin' (woo)\n  Bitches love the Flygod, all these niggas cappin' (woo)\n  LV snapback with the Crips that's backwards (ah)\n  Flygod\n\n  Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there\n  Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage\n  Both inside and outside the ring (look at him, he's texting me right now)\n  He wants some advice on his career\n  Yeah, how to, how to, how to kick people\n"},{"id":5102522,"name":"Peppas","trackName":"Peppas","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Don't take this ass whippin' personally\nConductor, we have a problem\nConductor, we have a problem, conductor\nDon't wait for her, man, don't-\nInkwell elegant, more medicine\nBey, Bey, 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