[{"id":17523015,"name":"Constantly Hating (feat. Birdman)","trackName":"Constantly Hating (feat. Birdman)","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Young Thug","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\nHa, monster!\nMan so you ain't gon' pour?\nOh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\nOkay, bool, you dig?\n(Wheezy Beats)\nUh\n\nHopped out my motherfuckin' bed\nHopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (skrrt)\nPulled up on the Birdman (brr)\nI'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (ay)\nYou got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)\nThem snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-'conda (anacondas)\nYeah (them anacondas)\nI might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (triple cross)\n\nChuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (cross)\nI'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke\nRight now, I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\nI heard I put it in the spot, \"Yes,sir,\" she told me\nMy niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\nI heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\nBut we not friendly either, you know it\nHa!\n\nYeah, thumbs up\nI've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\nMy bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\nAnd if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\nYou got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\nYou got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\nI let that choppa go, \"Blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\nYou got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\nMeanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga, tell me what you'll do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures)\n\nYeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\nBirdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (nose, lil' nigga, ah)\nYou need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\nWe created Ks on shoulders, nigga (shoulders, nigga)\nI'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (sight, lil' nigga, ah)\nWe won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (fights, lil' nigga, hey)\nA hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (right, lil' nigga)\nI keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (my flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n\nBirdman Willie B (what?)\nSmoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\nHundred K on private flights overseas (overseas)\nChoppas City, nigga, free BG (BG)\nBentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\nRich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (in a week)\nCan't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (we them streets)\nBitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\nMeanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga, tell me what you'll do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures)\n\nNigga, I'm a crack addict\nThought about lettin' them get a cut\nThen I went and snagged at it\nYeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\nI'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\nI stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug\nI'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\nLil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n\nBefore I be in front your shows, just like your pub\nI ain't even lyin', baby\nI swear to God, I ain't lyin', baby, no\nFirst I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\nI might dap you like, \"Good try, baby\"\nBig B livin', baby\nThem boys on my left throwin' up C's\n\nI promise their mama see them this week\nAnd I don't break promises with my D's (them my dogs)\nI want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's\nShe know I am a beast, I am so obese (rawr)\nIn Miami I swear they don't got good weed\nWiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n\nYeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\nGlass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\nWe in that Red Light District, you understand?\nWe three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\nJust livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a one, nigga\nWe can blow a mil', boy\nRich Gang, YSL, blatt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.58] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n[00:07.95] Ha, monster!\n[00:13.26] Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n[00:14.86] Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n[00:17.45] Okay, bool, you dig?\n[00:20.16] (Wheezy Beats)\n[00:21.52] Uh\n[00:22.69] Hopped out my motherfuckin' bed\n[00:25.53] Hopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (skrrt)\n[00:28.35] Pulled up on the Birdman (brr)\n[00:33.54] I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (ay)\n[00:36.28] You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)\n[00:38.83] Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-'conda (anacondas)\n[00:42.22] Yeah (them anacondas)\n[00:44.94] I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (triple cross)\n[00:47.50] Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (cross)\n[00:50.48] I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke\n[00:52.87] Right now, I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n[00:56.02] I heard I put it in the spot, \"Yes,sir,\" she told me\n[00:59.03] My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n[01:01.62] I heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n[01:04.82] But we not friendly either, you know it\n[01:08.30] Ha!\n[01:08.81] Yeah, thumbs up\n[01:10.03] I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n[01:13.07] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n[01:15.75] And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\n[01:18.62] You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\n[01:21.42] You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n[01:24.38] I let that choppa go, \"Blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\n[01:27.39] You got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n[01:30.20] But really what is it to do\n[01:32.13] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[01:35.06] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[01:37.86] Meanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[01:40.89] Nigga, tell me what you'll do\n[01:43.42] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[01:46.28] I got a hundred things to do\n[01:48.68] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures)\n[01:52.56] Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n[01:55.83] Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n[01:58.83] You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n[02:01.74] We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (shoulders, nigga)\n[02:04.67] I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n[02:07.25] We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n[02:10.20] A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (right, lil' nigga)\n[02:13.08] I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (my flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n[02:16.03] Birdman Willie B (what?)\n[02:17.76] Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\n[02:20.80] Hundred K on private flights overseas (overseas)\n[02:23.77] Choppas City, nigga, free BG (BG)\n[02:26.28] Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\n[02:29.11] Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (in a week)\n[02:32.07] Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (we them streets)\n[02:34.61] Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n[02:38.05] But really what is it to do\n[02:39.95] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[02:42.75] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[02:45.67] Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[02:48.57] Nigga, tell me what you'll do\n[02:51.24] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[02:53.97] I got a hundred things to do\n[02:56.37] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures)\n[03:01.68] Nigga, I'm a crack addict\n[03:03.23] Thought about lettin' them get a cut\n[03:04.63] Then I went and snagged at it\n[03:06.28] Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n[03:08.86] I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n[03:11.52] I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug\n[03:14.17] I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n[03:17.02] Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n[03:19.56] Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n[03:22.50] I ain't even lyin', baby\n[03:24.77] I swear to God, I ain't lyin', baby, no\n[03:27.83] First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n[03:30.66] I might dap you like, \"Good try, baby\"\n[03:33.36] Big B livin', baby\n[03:35.71] Them boys on my left throwin' up C's\n[03:38.49] I promise their mama see them this week\n[03:41.23] And I don't break promises with my D's (them my dogs)\n[03:44.22] I want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's\n[03:46.87] She know I am a beast, I am so obese (rawr)\n[03:49.92] In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n[03:52.63] Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n[03:56.64] Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\n[04:02.43] Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\n[04:07.89] We in that Red Light District, you understand?\n[04:10.19] We three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\n[04:15.19] Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a one, nigga\n[04:20.56] We can blow a mil', boy\n[04:22.56] Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!\n[04:24.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Constantly Hating (feat. 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I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (triple cross)\n\n  Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (cross)\n  I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke\n  Right now, I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n  I heard I put it in the spot, \"Yes,sir,\" she told me\n  My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n  I heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n  But we not friendly either, you know it\n  Ha!\n\n  Yeah, thumbs up\n  I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n  My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n  And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\n  You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\n  You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n  I let that choppa go, \"Blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\n  You got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n\n  But really what is it to do\n  When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n  Pussy niggas hold their nuts, 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Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n  I ain't even lyin', baby\n  I swear to God, I ain't lyin', baby, no\n  First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n  I might dap you like, \"Good try, baby\"\n  Big B livin', baby\n  Them boys on my left throwin' up C's\n\n  I promise their mama see them this week\n  And I don't break promises with my D's (them my dogs)\n  I want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's\n  She know I am a beast, I am so obese (rawr)\n  In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n  Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n\n  Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\n  Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\n  We in that Red Light District, you understand?\n  We three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\n  Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a one, nigga\n  We can blow a mil', boy\n  Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!\n"},{"id":6881082,"name":"Constantly Hating","trackName":"Constantly 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it\n\nYeah, thumbs up\nI've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\nMy bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\nAnd if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)\nYou got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)\nYou got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\nI let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (Back)\nYou got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)\n\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\nMeanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga tell me what you do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\nYeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\nBirdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\nYou need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\nWe created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\nI'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\nWe won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\nA hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)\n\nI keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)\nBirdman Willie B (What?)\nSmoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\nHundred K on private flights overseas (Overseas)\nChoppas City nigga, free BG (BG)\nBentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\nRich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (In a week)\nCan't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (We them streets)\nBitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\nMeanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga tell me what you do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\nNigga, I'm a crack addict\nThought about lettin' them get a cut\nThen I went and snagged at it\nYeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\nI'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\nI stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\nI'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n\nLil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\nBefore I be in front your shows, just like your pub\nI ain't even lyin', baby\nI swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\nFirst I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\nI might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\nBig B livin', baby\nThem boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n\nI promise their mama see them this week\nAnd I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\nI want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\nShe know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\nIn Miami I swear they don't got good weed\nWiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n\nYeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\nGlass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\nWe in that Red Light District, you understand?\nWe three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\nJust livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\nWe can blow a mil', boy\nRich Gang, YSL, blatt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.21] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n[00:10.69] Monster!\n[00:13.66] Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n[00:15.28] Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n[00:17.35] Okay bool, you dig?\n[00:22.89] Uh\n[00:23.43] Hopped out my motherfuckin' bed\n[00:25.26] Hopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (Skrrt)\n[00:27.96] Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)\n[00:33.92] I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)\n[00:36.76] You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)\n[00:39.45] Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)\n[00:42.23] Yeah (Them anacondas)\n[00:45.28] I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)\n[00:48.24] Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)\n[00:50.49] I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\n[00:53.63] Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n[00:56.45] I heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me\n[00:59.09] My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n[01:01.96] I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n[01:04.93] But we not friendly either, you know it\n[01:09.34] Yeah, thumbs up\n[01:10.69] I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n[01:13.35] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n[01:15.96] And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)\n[01:18.67] You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)\n[01:21.62] You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n[01:24.42] I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (Back)\n[01:27.62] You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)\n[01:30.25] But really what is it to do\n[01:32.67] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[01:35.83] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[01:37.72] Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[01:40.94] Nigga tell me what you do\n[01:43.62] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[01:46.58] I got a hundred things to do\n[01:49.12] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n[01:53.44] Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n[01:56.33] Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n[01:59.39] You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n[02:01.95] We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\n[02:04.39] I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n[02:07.25] We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n[02:10.20] A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)\n[02:13.38] I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n[02:16.08] Birdman Willie B 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Then I went and snagged at it\n[03:05.88] Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n[03:08.97] I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n[03:11.40] I stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\n[03:14.21] I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n[03:16.91] Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n[03:19.42] Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n[03:22.89] I ain't even lyin', baby\n[03:25.76] I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\n[03:27.52] First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n[03:29.94] I might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\n[03:33.25] Big B livin', baby\n[03:34.81] Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n[03:38.22] I promise their mama see them this week\n[03:41.24] And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\n[03:43.80] I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n[03:46.85] She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\n[03:49.53] In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n[03:52.87] Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed 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them this week\nAnd I don't break promises with my D's (them my dogs)\nI want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's\nShe know I am a beast, I am so obese (rawr)\nIn Miami I swear they don't got good weed\nWiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n\nYeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\nGlass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\nWe in that Red Light District, you understand?\nWe three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\nJust livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a one, nigga\nWe can blow a mil', boy\nRich Gang, YSL, blatt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.58] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n[00:07.95] Ha, monster!\n[00:13.26] Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n[00:14.86] Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n[00:17.45] Okay, bool, you dig?\n[00:20.16] (Wheezy Beats)\n[00:21.52] Uh\n[00:22.69] Hopped out my motherfuckin' bed\n[00:25.53] Hopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (skrrt)\n[00:28.35] Pulled up on the Birdman (brr)\n[00:33.54] 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nigga (shoulders, nigga)\n[02:04.67] I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n[02:07.25] We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n[02:10.20] A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (right, lil' nigga)\n[02:13.08] I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (my flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n[02:16.03] Birdman Willie B (what?)\n[02:17.76] Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\n[02:20.80] Hundred K on private flights overseas (overseas)\n[02:23.77] Choppas City, nigga, free BG (BG)\n[02:26.28] Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\n[02:29.11] Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (in a week)\n[02:32.07] Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (we them streets)\n[02:34.61] Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n[02:38.05] But really what is it to do\n[02:39.95] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[02:42.75] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on 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Thug/Birdman","albumName":"Kürmusik","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\nMonster!\nMan so you ain't gon' pour?\nOh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\nOkay bool, you dig?\nUh\nHopped out my motherfuckin' bed\nHopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (Skrrt)\nPulled up on the Birdman (Brr)\nI'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)\nYou got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)\nThem snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)\nYeah (Them anacondas)\nI might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)\nChuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)\nI'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\nRight now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\nI heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me\nMy niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\nI heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\nBut we not friendly either, you know it\nYeah, thumbs up\nI've seen 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(Cross)\n[00:50.49] I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\n[00:53.63] Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n[00:56.45] I heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me\n[00:59.09] My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n[01:01.96] I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n[01:04.93] But we not friendly either, you know it\n[01:09.34] Yeah, thumbs up\n[01:10.69] I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n[01:13.35] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n[01:15.96] And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)\n[01:18.67] You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)\n[01:21.62] You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n[01:24.42] I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (Back)\n[01:27.62] You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)\n[01:30.25] But really what is it to do\n[01:32.67] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[01:35.83] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[01:37.72] Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[01:40.94] Nigga tell me what you do\n[01:43.62] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[01:46.58] I got a hundred things to do\n[01:49.12] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n[01:53.44] Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n[01:56.33] Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n[01:59.39] You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n[02:01.95] We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\n[02:04.39] I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n[02:07.25] We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n[02:10.20] A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)\n[02:13.38] I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n[02:16.08] Birdman Willie B (What?)\n[02:17.49] Smoke some stunna 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Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n[03:08.97] I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n[03:11.40] I stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\n[03:14.21] I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n[03:16.91] Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n[03:19.42] Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n[03:22.89] I ain't even lyin', baby\n[03:25.76] I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\n[03:27.52] First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n[03:29.94] I might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\n[03:33.25] Big B livin', baby\n[03:34.81] Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n[03:38.22] I promise their mama see them this week\n[03:41.24] And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\n[03:43.80] I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n[03:46.85] She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\n[03:49.53] In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n[03:52.87] Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n[03:56.71] Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\n[04:00.14] Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\n[04:08.12] We in that Red Light District, you understand?\n[04:10.63] We three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\n[04:15.51] Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\n[04:20.15] We can blow a mil', boy\n[04:22.58] Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!\n[04:24.11]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Constantly Hating\n  artist: Young Thug/Birdman\n  album: Kürmusik\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n  start_ms: 3210\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: Monster!\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 13660\n- text: Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n  start_ms: 13660\n  end_ms: 15280\n- text: Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n  start_ms: 15280\n  end_ms: 17350\n- text: Okay bool, you dig?\n  start_ms: 17350\n  end_ms: 22890\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 22890\n  end_ms: 23430\n- text: Hopped out my 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motherfuckin' coupe (Skrrt)\n  Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)\n  I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)\n  You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)\n  Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)\n  Yeah (Them anacondas)\n  I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)\n  Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)\n  I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\n  Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n  I heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me\n  My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n  I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n  But we not friendly either, you know it\n  Yeah, thumbs up\n  I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n  My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n  And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)\n  You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)\n  You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n  I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (Back)\n  You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)\n  But really what is it to do\n  When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n  Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n  Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n  Nigga tell me what you do\n  Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n  I got a hundred things to do\n  And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n  Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n  Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n  You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n  We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\n  I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n  We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n  A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)\n  I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n  Birdman Willie B (What?)\n  Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\n  Hundred K on private flights overseas (Overseas)\n  Choppas City nigga, free BG (BG)\n  Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\n  Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (In a week)\n  Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (We them streets)\n  Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n  But really what is it to do\n  When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n  Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n  Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n  Nigga tell me what you do\n  Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n  I got a hundred things to do\n  And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n  Nigga, I'm a crack addict\n  Thought about lettin' them get a cut\n  Then I went and snagged at it\n  Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n  I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n  I stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\n  I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n  Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n  Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n  I ain't even lyin', baby\n  I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\n  First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n  I might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\n  Big B livin', baby\n  Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n  I promise their mama see them this week\n  And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\n  I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n  She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\n  In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n  Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n  Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\n  Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\n  We in that Red Light District, you understand?\n  We three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\n  Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\n  We can blow a mil', boy\n  Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!\n"},{"id":10415683,"name":"Constantly Hating","trackName":"Constantly Hating","artistName":"Young Thug, Birdman","albumName":"Barter 6","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\nMonster!\nMan so you ain't gon' pour?\nOh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\nOkay bool, you dig?\nUh\nHopped out my motherfuckin' bed\nHopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (Skrrt)\nPulled up on the Birdman (Brr)\nI'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)\nYou got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)\nThem snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)\nYeah (Them anacondas)\nI might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)\nChuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)\nI'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\nRight now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\nI heard I put it 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nigga)\nBirdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\nYou need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\nWe created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\nI'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\nWe won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\nA hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)\nI keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)\nBirdman Willie B (What?)\nSmoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\nHundred K on private flights overseas (Overseas)\nChoppas City nigga, free BG (BG)\nBentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\nRich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (In a week)\nCan't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (We them streets)\nBitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\nMeanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga tell me what you do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\nNigga, I'm a crack addict\nThought about lettin' them get a cut\nThen I went and snagged at it\nYeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\nI'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\nI stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\nI'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\nLil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\nBefore I be in front your shows, just like your pub\nI ain't even lyin', baby\nI swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\nFirst I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\nI might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\nBig B livin', baby\nThem boys on my left throwin' up Cs\nI promise their mama see them this week\nAnd I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\nI want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\nShe know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\nIn Miami I swear they don't got good weed\nWiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\nYeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\nGlass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\nWe in that Red Light District, you understand?\nWe three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\nJust livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\nWe can blow a mil', boy\nRich Gang, YSL, blatt!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.21] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n[00:10.69] Monster!\n[00:13.66] Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n[00:15.28] Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n[00:17.35] Okay bool, you dig?\n[00:22.89] Uh\n[00:23.43] Hopped out my motherfuckin' bed\n[00:25.26] Hopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (Skrrt)\n[00:27.96] Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)\n[00:33.92] I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)\n[00:36.76] You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)\n[00:39.45] Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)\n[00:42.23] Yeah (Them anacondas)\n[00:45.28] I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)\n[00:48.24] Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)\n[00:50.49] I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\n[00:53.63] Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n[00:56.45] I heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me\n[00:59.09] My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n[01:01.96] I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n[01:04.93] But we not friendly either, you know it\n[01:09.34] Yeah, thumbs up\n[01:10.69] I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n[01:13.35] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n[01:15.96] And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)\n[01:18.67] You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)\n[01:21.62] You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n[01:24.42] I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (Back)\n[01:27.62] You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)\n[01:30.25] But really what is it to do\n[01:32.67] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[01:35.83] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[01:37.72] Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[01:40.94] Nigga tell me what you do\n[01:43.62] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[01:46.58] I got a hundred things to do\n[01:49.12] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n[01:53.44] Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n[01:56.33] Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n[01:59.39] You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n[02:01.95] We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\n[02:04.39] I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n[02:07.25] We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n[02:10.20] A hundred 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do\n[02:56.60] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n[03:00.16] Nigga, I'm a crack addict\n[03:03.56] Thought about lettin' them get a cut\n[03:04.81] Then I went and snagged at it\n[03:05.88] Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n[03:08.97] I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n[03:11.40] I stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\n[03:14.21] I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n[03:16.91] Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n[03:19.42] Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n[03:22.89] I ain't even lyin', baby\n[03:25.76] I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\n[03:27.52] First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n[03:29.94] I might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\n[03:33.25] Big B livin', baby\n[03:34.81] Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n[03:38.22] I promise their mama see them this week\n[03:41.24] And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\n[03:43.80] I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n[03:46.85] She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\n[03:49.53] In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n[03:52.87] Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n[03:56.71] Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\n[04:00.14] Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\n[04:08.12] We in that Red Light District, you understand?\n[04:10.63] We three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\n[04:15.51] Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\n[04:20.15] We can blow a mil', boy\n[04:22.58] Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!\n[04:24.11]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Constantly Hating\n  artist: Young Thug, Birdman\n  album: Barter 6\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n  start_ms: 3210\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: Monster!\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 13660\n- text: Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n  start_ms: 13660\n  end_ms: 15280\n- text: Oh, so 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shit up fool, it's ours\n  Monster!\n  Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n  Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n  Okay bool, you dig?\n  Uh\n  Hopped out my motherfuckin' bed\n  Hopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (Skrrt)\n  Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)\n  I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)\n  You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)\n  Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)\n  Yeah (Them anacondas)\n  I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)\n  Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)\n  I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\n  Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n  I heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me\n  My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n  I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n  But we not friendly either, you know it\n  Yeah, thumbs up\n  I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n  My bitch a tall 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Rich Gang YSL, bratt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.03] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? 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\"Yes,sir,\" she told me\nMy niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\nI heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\nBut we not friendly either, you know it\nHa!\n\nYeah, thumbs up\nI've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\nMy bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\nAnd if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\nYou got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\nYou got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\nI let that choppa go, \"Blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\nYou got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\nMeanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga, tell me what you'll do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures)\n\nYeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\nBirdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (nose, lil' nigga, ah)\nYou need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\nWe created Ks on shoulders, nigga (shoulders, nigga)\nI'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (sight, lil' nigga, ah)\nWe won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (fights, lil' nigga, hey)\nA hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (right, lil' nigga)\nI keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (my flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n\nBirdman Willie B (what?)\nSmoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\nHundred K on private flights overseas (overseas)\nChoppas City, nigga, free BG (BG)\nBentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\nRich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (in a week)\nCan't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (we them streets)\nBitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold 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you'll do\n[02:51.24] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[02:53.97] I got a hundred things to do\n[02:56.37] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures)\n[03:01.68] Nigga, I'm a crack addict\n[03:03.23] Thought about lettin' them get a cut\n[03:04.63] Then I went and snagged at it\n[03:06.28] Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n[03:08.86] I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n[03:11.52] I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug\n[03:14.17] I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n[03:17.02] Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n[03:19.56] Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n[03:22.50] I ain't even lyin', baby\n[03:24.77] I swear to God, I ain't lyin', baby, no\n[03:27.83] First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n[03:30.66] I might dap you like, \"Good try, baby\"\n[03:33.36] Big B livin', baby\n[03:35.71] Them boys on my left throwin' up C's\n[03:38.49] I 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overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\nGlass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\nWe in that Red Light District, you understand?\nWe 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?\nJust livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\nWe can blow a mil', boy\nRich Gang, YSL, blatt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.31] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n[00:08.13] Ha, monster!\n[00:12.99] Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n[00:14.88] Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n[00:17.46] Okay, bool, you dig?\n[00:20.15] (Wheezy Beats)\n[00:21.32] Uh\n[00:22.45] Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed\n[00:25.30] Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (skrrt)\n[00:28.58] Pulled up on the Birdman (brr)\n[00:33.57] I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (ay)\n[00:36.29] You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)\n[00:38.84] Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (anacondas)\n[00:42.28] Yeah (Them anacondas)\n[00:44.73] I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (triple cross)\n[00:47.55] Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (cross)\n[00:50.47] I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke\n[00:52.82] Right now, I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n[00:56.05] I heard I put it in the spot, yes, sir, she told me\n[00:58.65] My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n[01:01.44] I heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n[01:04.59] But we not friendly either, you know it\n[01:08.25] Ha!\n[01:08.59] Yeah, thumbs up\n[01:10.12] I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n[01:13.04] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n[01:15.78] And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\n[01:18.66] You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\n[01:21.23] You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n[01:24.13] I let that choppa go, \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\n[01:26.89] You got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n[01:30.26] But 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Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (cross)\n  I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke\n  Right now, I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n  I heard I put it in the spot, yes, sir, she told me\n  My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n  I heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n  But we not friendly either, you know it\n  Ha!\n  Yeah, thumbs up\n  I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n  My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n  And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\n  You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\n  You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n  I let that choppa go, \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\n  You got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n\n  But really what is it to do\n  When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n  Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n  Meanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n  Nigga, tell me what you do\n  Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n  I got a hundred things to do\n  And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\n  Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n  Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n  You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n  We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (shoulders, nigga)\n  I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n  We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n  A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (right, lil' nigga)\n  I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (my flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n  Birdman Willie B (what?)\n  Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\n  Hundred K on private flights overseas (overseas)\n  Choppas City, nigga, free BG (BG)\n  Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\n  Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a 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Rich Gang YSL, bratt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.03] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? 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me\nMy niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\nI heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\nBut we not friendly either, you know it\nHa!\nYeah, thumbs up\nI've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\nMy bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\nAnd if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\nYou got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\nYou got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\nI let that choppa go, \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\nYou got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n\nBut really what is it to do\nWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\nPussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\nMeanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga, tell me what you do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\nYeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\nBirdman'll 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the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\nNigga, tell me what you do\nWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\nI got a hundred things to do\nAnd I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\nNigga, I'm a crack addict\nThought about lettin' them get a cut\nThen I went and snagged at it\nYeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\nI'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\nI stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug\nI'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\nLil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\nBefore I be in front your shows, just like your pub\nI ain't even lyin', baby\nI swear to God, I ain't lyin', baby, no\nFirst I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\nI might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\nBig B livin', baby\nThem boys on my left throwin' up C's\nI promise their mama see them this week\nAnd I don't break promises with my D's (them my dogs)\nI want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's\nShe know I am a beast, I am so obese (rawr)\nIn Miami I swear they don't got good weed\nWiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n\nYeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\nGlass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\nWe in that Red Light District, you understand?\nWe 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?\nJust livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\nWe can blow a mil', boy\nRich Gang, YSL, blatt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.31] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours\n[00:08.13] Ha, monster!\n[00:12.99] Man so you ain't gon' pour?\n[00:14.88] Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?\n[00:17.46] Okay, bool, you dig?\n[00:20.15] (Wheezy Beats)\n[00:21.32] Uh\n[00:22.45] Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed\n[00:25.30] Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (skrrt)\n[00:28.58] Pulled up on the Birdman (brr)\n[00:33.57] I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (ay)\n[00:36.29] You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)\n[00:38.84] Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (anacondas)\n[00:42.28] Yeah (Them anacondas)\n[00:44.73] I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (triple cross)\n[00:47.55] Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (cross)\n[00:50.47] I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke\n[00:52.82] Right now, I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n[00:56.05] I heard I put it in the spot, yes, sir, she told me\n[00:58.65] My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n[01:01.44] I heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n[01:04.59] But we not friendly either, you know it\n[01:08.25] Ha!\n[01:08.59] Yeah, thumbs up\n[01:10.12] I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n[01:13.04] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n[01:15.78] And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no)\n[01:18.66] You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah)\n[01:21.23] You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n[01:24.13] I let that choppa go, \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (back)\n[01:26.89] You got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n[01:30.26] But really what is it to do\n[01:32.15] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[01:34.78] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[01:37.62] Meanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[01:40.61] Nigga, tell me what you do\n[01:43.22] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[01:46.75] I got a hundred things to do\n[01:48.56] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n[01:52.32] Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n[01:55.63] Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n[01:58.63] You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n[02:01.52] We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (shoulders, nigga)\n[02:04.17] I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n[02:07.03] We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n[02:09.93] A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (right, lil' nigga)\n[02:12.83] I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (my flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n[02:15.79] Birdman Willie B (what?)\n[02:17.35] Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\n[02:20.59] Hundred K on private flights overseas (overseas)\n[02:23.75] Choppas City, nigga, free BG (BG)\n[02:26.20] Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\n[02:28.88] Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (in a week)\n[02:31.79] Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (we them streets)\n[02:34.69] Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n[02:37.80] But really what is it to do\n[02:39.94] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[02:42.57] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[02:45.47] Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[02:48.36] Nigga, tell me what you do\n[02:51.21] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[02:53.94] I got a hundred things to do\n[02:56.32] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n[03:01.38] Nigga, I'm a crack addict\n[03:03.02] Thought about lettin' them get a cut\n[03:04.66] Then I went and snagged at it\n[03:05.98] Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n[03:08.63] I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n[03:11.59] I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug\n[03:14.16] I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n[03:16.86] Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n[03:19.52] Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n[03:22.49] I ain't even lyin', baby\n[03:24.77] I swear to God, I ain't lyin', baby, no\n[03:27.80] First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n[03:30.42] I might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\n[03:33.10] Big B livin', baby\n[03:35.72] Them boys on my left throwin' up C's\n[03:38.40] I promise their mama see them this week\n[03:41.07] And I don't break promises with my D's (them my dogs)\n[03:44.22] I 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roll him (Cross)\n[00:50.49] I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\n[00:53.63] Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n[00:56.45] I heard I put it in the spot, yes sir she told me\n[00:59.09] My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only\n[01:01.96] I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n[01:04.93] But we not friendly either, you know it\n[01:09.34] Yeah, thumbs up\n[01:10.69] I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n[01:13.35] My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n[01:15.96] And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)\n[01:18.67] You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)\n[01:21.62] You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n[01:24.42] I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (Back)\n[01:27.62] You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)\n[01:30.25] But really what is it to do\n[01:32.67] When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n[01:35.83] Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n[01:37.72] Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n[01:40.94] Nigga tell me what you do\n[01:43.62] Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n[01:46.58] I got a hundred things to do\n[01:49.12] And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n[01:53.44] Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n[01:56.33] Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n[01:59.39] You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n[02:01.95] We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\n[02:04.39] I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n[02:07.25] We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n[02:10.20] A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)\n[02:13.38] I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n[02:16.08] Birdman Willie B (What?)\n[02:17.49] Smoke 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it\n[03:05.88] Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n[03:08.97] I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n[03:11.40] I stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\n[03:14.21] I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n[03:16.91] Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n[03:19.42] Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n[03:22.89] I ain't even lyin', baby\n[03:25.76] I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\n[03:27.52] First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n[03:29.94] I might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\n[03:33.25] Big B livin', baby\n[03:34.81] Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n[03:38.22] I promise their mama see them this week\n[03:41.24] And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\n[03:43.80] I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n[03:46.85] She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\n[03:49.53] In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n[03:52.87] Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n[03:56.71] Yeah, 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Rich Gang YSL, bratt!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.03] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? 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Top floor, clear windows, nigga. Glass house. Drivin' GT. You understand, we in that Red Light District. You understand, 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga. You understand me? Just livin' the life, boy. Aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga. We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL. Bllllat!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? 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Top floor, clear windows, nigga. Glass house. Drivin' GT. You understand, we in that Red Light District. You understand, 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga. You understand me? Just livin' the life, boy. Aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga. We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL. Bllllat!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? 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Top floor, clear windows, nigga. Glass house. Drivin' GT. You understand, we in that Red Light District. You understand, 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga. You understand me? Just livin' the life, boy. Aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga. We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL. Bllllat!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? 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Top floor, clear windows, nigga. Glass house. Drivin' GT. You understand, we in that Red Light District. You understand, 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga. You understand me? Just livin' the life, boy. Aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga. We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL. Bllllat!\n[04:25.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Constantly Hating (feat. Birdman)\n  artist: Young Thug feat. Birdman\n  album: Barter 6\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? 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55380\n- text: I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me\n  start_ms: 55380\n  end_ms: 58440\n- text: My niggas workin', these niggas YSL only\n  start_ms: 58440\n  end_ms: 61140\n- text: I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n  start_ms: 61140\n  end_ms: 64090\n- text: But we not friendly either, you know it\n  start_ms: 64090\n  end_ms: 66890\n- text: Yeah thumbs up\n  start_ms: 66890\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: I've seen more holes than a golf course [?]\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 71940\n- text: My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n  start_ms: 71940\n  end_ms: 75610\n- text: And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us\n  start_ms: 75610\n  end_ms: 78430\n- text: You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'em\n  start_ms: 78430\n  end_ms: 80960\n- text: You got some robbin', lil' nigga, we got some bad mugs\n  start_ms: 80960\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 86450\n- 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need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga\n  start_ms: 118560\n  end_ms: 121340\n- text: We created Ks on shoulders, nigga\n  start_ms: 121340\n  end_ms: 124260\n- text: I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga\n  start_ms: 124260\n  end_ms: 126510\n- text: We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga\n  start_ms: 126510\n  end_ms: 129860\n- text: A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga\n  start_ms: 129860\n  end_ms: 132480\n- text: I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga\n  start_ms: 132480\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: Birdman Willie B\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 137850\n- text: Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese\n  start_ms: 137850\n  end_ms: 140240\n- text: Hundred K on private flights overseas\n  start_ms: 140240\n  end_ms: 143540\n- text: Choppas City nigga, free BG\n  start_ms: 143540\n  end_ms: 146300\n- text: Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep\n  start_ms: 146300\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week\n  start_ms: 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212800\n- text: B, B livin', baby\n  start_ms: 212800\n  end_ms: 215130\n- text: Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n  start_ms: 215130\n  end_ms: 218240\n- text: I promise their mama see them this week\n  start_ms: 218240\n  end_ms: 220560\n- text: And I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs)\n  start_ms: 220560\n  end_ms: 224090\n- text: I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n  start_ms: 224090\n  end_ms: 227180\n- text: She know I am a beast, I am so beast\n  start_ms: 227180\n  end_ms: 229400\n- text: In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n  start_ms: 229400\n  end_ms: 233190\n- text: Wiz Khalifa can you give me some weed please?\n  start_ms: 233190\n  end_ms: 235960\n- text: Yeah, overseas, nigga. Top floor, clear windows, nigga. Glass house. Drivin' GT. You understand, we in that Red Light District. You understand, 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga. You understand me? Just livin' the life, boy. Aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga. We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL. Bllllat!\n  start_ms: 235960\n  end_ms: 265350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 265350\nplain: |-\n  Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? Oh so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to fuck... okay boo\n\n  Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed\n  Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)\n  Pulled up on the Birdman\n  I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a monster\n  You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)\n  Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (condas)\n  I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him\n  Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on\n  I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke\n  Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia\n  I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me\n  My niggas workin', these niggas YSL only\n  I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way\n  But we not friendly either, you know it\n  Yeah thumbs up\n  I've seen more holes than a golf course [?]\n  My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n  And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us\n  You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'em\n  You got some robbin', lil' nigga, we got some bad mugs\n  I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son\n  You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)\n\n  But really what is it to do\n  When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n  Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n  Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n  Nigga tell me what you do\n  Would you stand up or turn to a pussy nigga?\n  I got a hundred things to do\n  And I can't stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\n  Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga\n  Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga\n  You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga\n  We created Ks on shoulders, nigga\n  I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga\n  We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga\n  A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga\n  I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga\n  Birdman Willie B\n  Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese\n  Hundred K on private flights overseas\n  Choppas City nigga, free BG\n  Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep\n  Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week\n  Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets\n  Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG\n\n  But really what is it to do\n  When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n  Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n  Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n  Nigga tell me what you do\n  Would you stand up or turn to a pussy nigga?\n  I got a hundred things to do\n  And I can't stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\n  Nigga I'm a crack addict\n  Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it\n  Been Lil' Boosie Badazz at it\n  I'ma drop a nigga like, just like a bad habit\n  I sit to the ground like a mothafuckin' road\n  I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga you a pup\n  Lil' bitch clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n  Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n  I ain't even lyin', baby\n  I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby\n  First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby\n  I might dap you like, \"good try,\" baby\n  B, B livin', baby\n  Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n  I promise their mama see them this week\n  And I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs)\n  I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n  She know I am a beast, I am so beast\n  In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n  Wiz Khalifa can you give me some weed please?\n\n  Yeah, overseas, nigga. Top floor, clear windows, nigga. Glass house. Drivin' GT. You understand, we in that Red Light District. You understand, 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga. You understand me? Just livin' the life, boy. Aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga. We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL. Bllllat!\n"}]