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(Why wouldn't I be?)\nYeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)\nI couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one\nPull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone\nPull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some\nI can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit\nYeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)\n(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)\n(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)\n(Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)\n(Holy fuck, I took twenty, feelin' it, bitch, I'm the holy one)\nUh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)\nI just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus truck\nI been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up\nYeah, uh, holy fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)\nUh, riding round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh\nYeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh\nYeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh\nYou can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months\nI got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)\nI just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha\nYou can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes\nI ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes\nYeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished\nYeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00](Yo, Luca, where you at?)\n[00:13.46](I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)\n[00:16.70](I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)\n[00:19.23](Holy fuck, ridin' 'round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)\n[00:22.51](Holy fuck, I took twenty, feelin' it, bitch, I'm the holy one)\n[00:26.07]Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)\n[00:28.99]I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus truck\n[00:32.19]I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up\n[00:35.45]Yeah, uh, holy fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)\n[00:39.04]Uh, riding 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh\n[00:42.24]Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh\n[00:45.59]Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh\n[00:48.78]You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months\n[00:52.03]I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)\n[00:55.27]I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha\n[00:58.43]You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes\n[01:01.78]I ain't talkin' 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes\n[01:04.95]Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished (Yeah)\n[01:08.19]Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cost, you ain't paying attention\n[01:11.15]Birkin bag, holdin' weight\n[01:12.64]We some Gods, holy ones\n[01:14.32]Holy field, holy guts\n[01:15.92]Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)\n[01:17.63]Flip it up, double dutch\n[01:19.19]Take that back, fifty cups\n[01:20.83]Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up\n[01:22.47]Yeah, hit that fitted up\n[01:24.51]I just been takin' that smacks, I been shmunked out, bitch\n[01:28.10]All that shit is trash, they been smoked up\n[01:30.77]Every time I drop an album, I'm on one now\n[01:34.30]I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now\n[01:37.01]Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye\n[01:40.24]Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? 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(Why wouldn't I be?)\nYeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)\nI couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one\nPull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone\nPull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some\nI can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit\nYeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)\n(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)\n(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)\n(Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)\n(Holy fuck, I took twenty, feelin' it, bitch, I'm the holy one)\nUh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)\nI just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus truck\nI been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up\nYeah, uh, holy fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)\nUh, riding round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh\nYeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh\nYeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh\nYou can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months\nI got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)\nI just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha\nYou can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes\nI ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes\nYeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished\nYeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] (Yo, Luca, where you at?)\n[00:13.46] (I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)\n[00:16.70] (I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)\n[00:19.23] (Holy fuck, ridin' 'round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)\n[00:22.51] (Holy fuck, I took twenty, feelin' it, bitch, I'm the holy one)\n[00:26.07] Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)\n[00:28.99] I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus truck\n[00:32.19] I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up\n[00:35.45] Yeah, uh, holy fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)\n[00:39.04] Uh, riding 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh\n[00:42.24] Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh\n[00:45.59] Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh\n[00:48.78] You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months\n[00:52.03] I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)\n[00:55.27] I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha\n[00:58.43] You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes\n[01:01.78] I ain't talkin' 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes\n[01:04.95] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished (Yeah)\n[01:08.19] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cost, you ain't paying attention\n[01:11.15] Birkin bag, holdin' weight\n[01:12.64] We some Gods, holy ones\n[01:14.32] Holy field, holy guts\n[01:15.92] Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)\n[01:17.63] Flip it up, double dutch\n[01:19.19] Take that back, fifty cups\n[01:20.83] Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up\n[01:22.47] Yeah, hit that fitted up\n[01:24.51] I just been takin' that smacks, I been shmunked out, bitch\n[01:28.10] All that shit is trash, they been smoked up\n[01:30.77] Every time I drop an album, I'm on one now\n[01:34.30] I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now\n[01:37.01] Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye\n[01:40.24] Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)\n[01:44.04] Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)\n[01:47.44] I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one\n[01:50.76] Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone\n[01:53.92] Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some\n[01:57.24] I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit\n[02:00.25] Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)\n[02:03.69] (I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)\n[02:06.97] (I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)\n[02:09.40] (Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)\n[02:12.73] (Holy fuck, I took twenty, feelin' it, bitch, I'm the holy one)\n[02:16.41] Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)\n[02:19.18] I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus truck\n[02:22.34] I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up\n[02:25.63] Yeah, uh, holy fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)\n[02:29.27] Uh, riding round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh\n[02:32.66] Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh\n[02:35.83] Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh\n[02:38.98] You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months\n[02:42.26] I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)\n[02:45.50] I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha\n[02:48.71] You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes\n[02:51.94] I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes\n[02:55.13] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished\n[02:58.49] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)\n[03:02.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Holy 1\n  artist: Yeat\n  album: Lyfë\n  duration_ms: 201000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo, Luca, where you at?)\n  start_ms: 1000\n  end_ms: 13460\n- text: (I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 13460\n  end_ms: 16700\n- text: (I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)\n  start_ms: 16700\n  end_ms: 19230\n- text: (Holy fuck, ridin' 'round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 22510\n- text: (Holy fuck, I took twenty, feelin' it, bitch, I'm the holy one)\n  start_ms: 22510\n  end_ms: 26070\n- text: Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)\n  start_ms: 26070\n  end_ms: 28990\n- text: I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus truck\n  start_ms: 28990\n  end_ms: 32190\n- text: I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up\n  start_ms: 32190\n  end_ms: 35450\n- text: Yeah, uh, holy fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)\n  start_ms: 35450\n  end_ms: 39040\n- text: Uh, riding 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh\n  start_ms: 39040\n  end_ms: 42240\n- text: Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh\n  start_ms: 42240\n  end_ms: 45590\n- text: Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh\n  start_ms: 45590\n  end_ms: 48780\n- text: You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months\n  start_ms: 48780\n  end_ms: 52030\n- text: I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)\n  start_ms: 52030\n  end_ms: 55270\n- text: I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha\n  start_ms: 55270\n  end_ms: 58430\n- text: You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes\n  start_ms: 58430\n  end_ms: 61780\n- text: I ain't talkin' 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes\n  start_ms: 61780\n  end_ms: 64950\n- text: Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 64950\n  end_ms: 68190\n- text: Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cost, you ain't paying attention\n  start_ms: 68190\n  end_ms: 71150\n- text: Birkin bag, holdin' weight\n  start_ms: 71150\n  end_ms: 72640\n- text: We some Gods, holy ones\n  start_ms: 72640\n  end_ms: 74320\n- text: Holy field, holy guts\n  start_ms: 74320\n  end_ms: 75920\n- text: Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 75920\n  end_ms: 77630\n- text: Flip it up, double dutch\n  start_ms: 77630\n  end_ms: 79190\n- text: Take that back, fifty cups\n  start_ms: 79190\n  end_ms: 80830\n- text: Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up\n  start_ms: 80830\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: Yeah, hit that fitted up\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84510\n- text: I just been takin' that smacks, I been shmunked out, bitch\n  start_ms: 84510\n  end_ms: 88100\n- text: All that shit is trash, they been smoked up\n  start_ms: 88100\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Every time I drop an album, I'm on one now\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 94300\n- text: I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now\n  start_ms: 94300\n  end_ms: 97010\n- text: Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye\n  start_ms: 97010\n  end_ms: 100240\n- text: Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? 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