[{"id":20992834,"name":"Young Thug - Freaky","trackName":"Young Thug - Freaky","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Slime Season","duration":333.505306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\nYeah\nThugger Thugger, baby\nYeah\nUh\n\nAy, I don't wanna tease it. (Why?)\nI really wanna freak it. (Freak it)\nI'm Michael, I beat it\nI'm keeping your secret. (Beat it)\nI got more hoes than Pleasers\nThe one that's on Bleveland. (And what?)\nShe pull up and freak it\nShe pull up and freak it. (Shee, shee, shee)\nI hop out the 'Rari\nI'm leaving it started, ay. (Skrrt)\n\nShe got just a Harley\nAnd a star just like Hardee's, ay. (Tipsy)\nYou play with her garden\nShe smoke you like Marley, ay. (Gah)\nYeah, she be my darling\nYeah, she be my Barbie. (Swag, talk to her)\n\nI'm loving your pace. (Yeah)\nTurtle in this race. (Turtle, you're turtle), ooh\nLong as you don't play. (Don't what?)\nMotherfuck what you say. (Man, fuck what you say), hey. (Hey)\nI'm on the third base. (And what?)\nAnd you away. (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, \"Please have a phone.\" (Why?)\nCall it a day. (Brr)\nI got my ice out the lake. (Woo)\nKilled that boy by a mistake. (Wah)\n\nWe eating, where is your plate? (Ah)\nAim at your head or your face. (Gah, gah, gah)\nHannah Montana, my nigga\nGon' cook every day, yeah, they bake. (Woo, woah)\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks\nAnd them bales, lake. (Lake)\nI apologize if I got more money\nThan you and your clan. (I apologize)\nI apologize if I pull up in that\nNew coupe wrapped in 'Ran. (Hey, I'll apologize)\nI apologize if I post a picture\nPosted with some bands. (I apologize)\nI apologize if I go\nAnd grow me some pot in Japan\n\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one. (And what?)\nBaby wanna taste my milk\nLike she cowin'. (Shee)\nEvery time you see me\nI'ma have thousands. (Hee)\nOn the island, no dressin'. (Shee)\nI wan' taste it\nYou ain't got no man\nI hope you a free agent. (And what?)\nAnd I'm a big old Blood\nInside this little ol' nation. (Swoo)\n\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it\nI really wan' freak it. (Ayy)\nI'm Michael, I beat it\nI'm keepin' your secret\nI (I), got more hoes than Pleasers\nThe one that's on Bleveland. (Blatt)\nShe pull up and freak it\nShe pull up and freak it. (Woo, shee, shee)\nI hop out the 'Rari\nI'm leavin' it started, ayy. (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nShe got just a Harley\nAnd a star just like Hardee's, ayy. (Skrrt, skrrt)\nYou play with her garden\nShe smoke you like Marley, ayy. (Gah, gah, gah)\nYeah, she be my darlin'\nYeah, she be my Barbie\n\nAyy, ho, what is your bargain?\nBro, what is your bargain? Ayy. (What is your bargain?)\nI pull up and arson\nAll over your garden, ayy. (Gaow, gah-gaow, gah-gaow)\nI'm never gon' call you\nI'm always gon' ball you, ayy. (Brrt)\n\nMy diamonds cost more\nThan whatever I charge you. (Brrt)\nNow I'm bleedin', need a Band-Aid\nOn a rampage with them AKs. (Cah-cah-cah)\nNigga jewelry real gold\nLike an Ace of Spades, higher than an escalator any day. (Any day)\nI'ma catch a bitch\nAnd fold her like a centipede\n\nI ain't talkin' 'bout no coffee\nShe got double D's. (What?)\nThese niggas fake ballin'\nLike a Powerade\nDamn, this must be coward day. (Damn)\nYeah, this must be powder day. (And what?)\nSniff, suit up, boot up. (Toot up)\nTMZ, sue us\n\nEven if you had Erykah Ba'\nYou couldn't do us. (Fuck you)\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can true to us, hey. (True, true, true to us)\nAnd I ain't never been a rat\nBut I'm livin' ruthless, woah\n\nI show the pussy bitch a bankroll\nNow she can do us, no. (Woo)\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true. (Woo)\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda\nYeah, tell baby girl\nI only want the throat, flute us\n\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it\nI really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it\nI'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers\nThe one that's on Bleveland\n\nShe pull up and freak it\nShe pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari\nI'm leavin' it started, ayy\nShe got just a Harley\nAnd a star just like Hardee's, ayy\nYou play with her garden\nShe smoke you like Marley, ayy\nYeah, she be my darlin'\nYeah, she be my Barbie\n\nFive thousand on Yeezys\nThey think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer\nIt cost a lil' Bimmer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie\nYeah, lil' bitty shorty\nShe think he adorin'\n'cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch niggas gon' die\n\nAll I want is that head\nAnd that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy\nDon't say nothin'\nThese niggas 'bout faker than a puppet\n\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it\nI really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it\nI'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers\nThe one that's on Bleveland\n\nShe pull up and freak it\nShe pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari\nI'm leavin' it started, ayy\nShe got just a Harley\nAnd a star just like Hardee's, ayy\nYou play with her garden\nShe smoke you like Marley, ayy\nYeah, she be my darlin'\nYeah, she be my Barbie","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thug - Freaky\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: Slime Season\n  duration_ms: 333505\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\n  Yeah\n  Thugger Thugger, baby\n  Yeah\n  Uh\n\n  Ay, I don't wanna tease it. (Why?)\n  I really wanna freak it. (Freak it)\n  I'm Michael, I beat it\n  I'm keeping your secret. (Beat it)\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers\n  The one that's on Bleveland. (And what?)\n  She pull up and freak it\n  She pull up and freak it. (Shee, shee, shee)\n  I hop out the 'Rari\n  I'm leaving it started, ay. (Skrrt)\n\n  She got just a Harley\n  And a star just like Hardee's, ay. (Tipsy)\n  You play with her garden\n  She smoke you like Marley, ay. (Gah)\n  Yeah, she be my darling\n  Yeah, she be my Barbie. (Swag, talk to her)\n\n  I'm loving your pace. (Yeah)\n  Turtle in this race. (Turtle, you're turtle), ooh\n  Long as you don't play. (Don't what?)\n  Motherfuck what you say. (Man, fuck what you say), hey. (Hey)\n  I'm on the third base. (And what?)\n  And you away. (That means I'm home)\n  Quan said, \"Please have a phone.\" (Why?)\n  Call it a day. (Brr)\n  I got my ice out the lake. (Woo)\n  Killed that boy by a mistake. (Wah)\n\n  We eating, where is your plate? (Ah)\n  Aim at your head or your face. (Gah, gah, gah)\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga\n  Gon' cook every day, yeah, they bake. (Woo, woah)\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks\n  And them bales, lake. (Lake)\n  I apologize if I got more money\n  Than you and your clan. (I apologize)\n  I apologize if I pull up in that\n  New coupe wrapped in 'Ran. (Hey, I'll apologize)\n  I apologize if I post a picture\n  Posted with some bands. (I apologize)\n  I apologize if I go\n  And grow me some pot in Japan\n\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one. (And what?)\n  Baby wanna taste my milk\n  Like she cowin'. (Shee)\n  Every time you see me\n  I'ma have thousands. (Hee)\n  On the island, no dressin'. (Shee)\n  I wan' taste it\n  You ain't got no man\n  I hope you a free agent. (And what?)\n  And I'm a big old Blood\n  Inside this little ol' nation. (Swoo)\n\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it\n  I really wan' freak it. (Ayy)\n  I'm Michael, I beat it\n  I'm keepin' your secret\n  I (I), got more hoes than Pleasers\n  The one that's on Bleveland. (Blatt)\n  She pull up and freak it\n  She pull up and freak it. (Woo, shee, shee)\n  I hop out the 'Rari\n  I'm leavin' it started, ayy. (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  She got just a Harley\n  And a star just like Hardee's, ayy. (Skrrt, skrrt)\n  You play with her garden\n  She smoke you like Marley, ayy. (Gah, gah, gah)\n  Yeah, she be my darlin'\n  Yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  Ayy, ho, what is your bargain?\n  Bro, what is your bargain? Ayy. (What is your bargain?)\n  I pull up and arson\n  All over your garden, ayy. (Gaow, gah-gaow, gah-gaow)\n  I'm never gon' call you\n  I'm always gon' ball you, ayy. (Brrt)\n\n  My diamonds cost more\n  Than whatever I charge you. (Brrt)\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a Band-Aid\n  On a rampage with them AKs. (Cah-cah-cah)\n  Nigga jewelry real gold\n  Like an Ace of Spades, higher than an escalator any day. (Any day)\n  I'ma catch a bitch\n  And fold her like a centipede\n\n  I ain't talkin' 'bout no coffee\n  She got double D's. (What?)\n  These niggas fake ballin'\n  Like a Powerade\n  Damn, this must be coward day. (Damn)\n  Yeah, this must be powder day. (And what?)\n  Sniff, suit up, boot up. (Toot up)\n  TMZ, sue us\n\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba'\n  You couldn't do us. (Fuck you)\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n  Nigga, you can true to us, hey. (True, true, true to us)\n  And I ain't never been a rat\n  But I'm livin' ruthless, woah\n\n  I show the pussy bitch a bankroll\n  Now she can do us, no. (Woo)\n  And we the best, every time we come around\n  Boy, they root for us, true. (Woo)\n  And everybody hate Chris\n  But I got them racks up, now they Luda\n  Yeah, tell baby girl\n  I only want the throat, flute us\n\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it\n  I really wan' freak it\n  I'm Michael, I beat it\n  I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers\n  The one that's on Bleveland\n\n  She pull up and freak it\n  She pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari\n  I'm leavin' it started, ayy\n  She got just a Harley\n  And a star just like Hardee's, ayy\n  You play with her garden\n  She smoke you like Marley, ayy\n  Yeah, she be my darlin'\n  Yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  Five thousand on Yeezys\n  They think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer\n  It cost a lil' Bimmer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie\n  Yeah, lil' bitty shorty\n  She think he adorin'\n  'cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch niggas gon' die\n\n  All I want is that head\n  And that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy\n  Don't say nothin'\n  These niggas 'bout faker than a puppet\n\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it\n  I really wan' freak it\n  I'm Michael, I beat it\n  I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers\n  The one that's on Bleveland\n\n  She pull up and freak it\n  She pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari\n  I'm leavin' it started, ayy\n  She got just a Harley\n  And a star just like Hardee's, ayy\n  You play with her garden\n  She smoke you like Marley, ayy\n  Yeah, she be my darlin'\n  Yeah, she be my Barbie\n"},{"id":13535930,"name":"Young Thug - Freaky (Fingerprint Version)","trackName":"Young Thug - Freaky (Fingerprint Version)","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Slime Season","duration":333.505306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\nYeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\nUh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nShe got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\nEh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nEh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\nI'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\nOoh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\nHey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\nI got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\nWe eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.93] She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\n[00:06.84] Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\n[00:14.60] Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\n[00:21.68] I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n[00:25.54] I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n[00:29.39] She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n[00:33.44] I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n[00:37.28] She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n[00:40.21] Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n[00:44.46] Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n[00:49.15] I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n[00:53.16] Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n[00:57.02] Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n[01:00.55] Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n[01:04.74] I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n[01:08.12] We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n[01:12.74] Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n[01:16.70] Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n[01:20.50] I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n[01:24.51] I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n[01:28.72] I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\n[01:32.63] I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n[01:35.89] Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n[01:37.88] Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n[01:39.87] Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n[01:41.75] On the island, no dressin'\n[01:44.60] I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n[01:48.83] I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n[01:58.01] \n[02:23.35] Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n[02:27.56] Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n[02:31.49] Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n[02:35.38] Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n[02:39.80] Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\n[02:43.79] Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n[02:45.96] Higher than a escalator any day\n[02:47.74] I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n[02:49.69] But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n[02:51.79] These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n[02:53.43] Damn, this might be coward day\n[02:55.60] Yeah, this might be powder day\n[02:57.56] Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n[03:01.09] Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n[03:04.97] But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n[03:06.99] Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n[03:08.34] And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n[03:12.90] I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n[03:17.11] And we the best, every time we come around\n[03:18.59] Boy, they root for us, true\n[03:20.71] And everybody hate Chris\n[03:22.22] But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n[03:24.70] Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n[03:28.95] \n[04:00.43] Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n[04:04.45] Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n[04:08.60] She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n[04:12.52] She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n[04:16.12] Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n[04:19.95] All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n[04:23.82] Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n[04:28.16] These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n[04:31.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thug - Freaky (Fingerprint Version)\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: Slime Season\n  duration_ms: 333505\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\n  start_ms: 1930\n  end_ms: 6840\n- text: Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\n  start_ms: 6840\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 25540\n- text: I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  start_ms: 25540\n  end_ms: 29390\n- text: She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  start_ms: 29390\n  end_ms: 33440\n- text: I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  start_ms: 33440\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 49150\n- text: I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  start_ms: 49150\n  end_ms: 53160\n- text: Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  start_ms: 53160\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 60550\n- text: Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  start_ms: 60550\n  end_ms: 64740\n- text: I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  start_ms: 64740\n  end_ms: 68120\n- text: We eatin', where is your plate? 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Aim at your head or your face?\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n  Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n  Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n  On the island, no dressin'\n  I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n  I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n  Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n  Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n  Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n  Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\n  Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n  Higher than a escalator any day\n  I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n  But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n  These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n  Damn, this might be coward day\n  Yeah, this might be powder day\n  Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n  Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n  And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n  I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n  And we the best, every time we come around\n  Boy, they root for us, true\n  And everybody hate Chris\n  But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n  Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n  Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n  She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n  All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n  These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n"},{"id":36996,"name":"Freaky","trackName":"Freaky","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Keep It Goin Vol. 2","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slime like the deacon, she slime like the deacon, yeah\nThugger Thugger, baby\nYeah\n\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nAyy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\nAyy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nAyy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nI'm loving your pace, turtle in this race\nOoh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\nHey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, \"Please have a phone\", call it a day\nI got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\nWe eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bales late'\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'ma have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI wan' taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nAnd I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nAyy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\nAyy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nAyy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nAyy, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nAyy, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nAyy, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nAyy, my diamonds cost more than whatever I charge you\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' them AKs\nNigga jewelry real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch and fold her like a centipede\nI ain't talkin' 'bout no coffee, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (Toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns, nigga, you can shoot us\nHey, and I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nWhoa, I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us\nNo, and we the best, every time we come around, boy, they root for us\nTrue, and everybody hate Chris, but I got them racks up, now they Luda\nYeah, tell baby girl I only want the throat, flute us\n\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nAyy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\nAyy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nAyy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil' bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring 'cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas 'bout faker than a puppet\n\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nAyy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\nAyy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nAyy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freaky\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: Keep It Goin Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 333000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slime like the deacon, she slime like the deacon, yeah\n  Thugger Thugger, baby\n  Yeah\n\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  Ayy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\n  Ayy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Ayy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  I'm loving your pace, turtle in this race\n  Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  Quan said, \"Please have a phone\", call it a day\n  I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bales late'\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n  Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n  Every time you see me, I'ma have thousands\n  On the island, no dressin'\n  I wan' taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n  And I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  Ayy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\n  Ayy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Ayy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  Ayy, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n  Ayy, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n  Ayy, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n  Ayy, my diamonds cost more than whatever I charge you\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' them AKs\n  Nigga jewelry real gold like an Ace of Spades\n  Higher than a escalator any day\n  I'm a catch a bitch and fold her like a centipede\n  I ain't talkin' 'bout no coffee, she got double Ds\n  These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n  Damn, this might be coward day\n  Yeah, this might be powder day\n  Sniff, shoot up, boot up (Toot up), TMZ, sue us\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns, nigga, you can shoot us\n  Hey, and I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n  Whoa, I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us\n  No, and we the best, every time we come around, boy, they root for us\n  True, and everybody hate Chris, but I got them racks up, now they Luda\n  Yeah, tell baby girl I only want the throat, flute us\n\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  Ayy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\n  Ayy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Ayy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil' bitty shorty\n  She think he adoring 'cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch niggas gon' die\n  All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n  These niggas 'bout faker than a puppet\n\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  Ayy, she got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's\n  Ayy, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Ayy, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n"},{"id":9770044,"name":"Freaky","trackName":"Freaky","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Slime Season","duration":333.5314285714286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\nYeah\nThugger Thugger, baby\nYeah\nUh\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it (why?), I really wan' freak it (freak it)\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret (beat it)\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland (and what?)\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it (shee, shee, shee)\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leavin' it started, ayy (skrrt)\nShe got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's, ayy (tipsy)\nYou play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley, ayy (gah)\nYeah, she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie (swag, talk to her)\nI'm lovin' your pace (yeah), turtle in this race (turtle, you're turtle), ooh\nLong as you don't play (don't what?), motherfuck what you say (man, fuck what you say), hey (hey)\nI'm on the third base (and what?), and you away (that means I'm home)\nQuan said, \"Please have a phone\" (why?), call it a day (brr)\nI got my ice out the lake (woo), killed that boy by a mistake (wah)\nWe eatin', where is your plate? (Ah)\nAim at your head or your face (gah, gah, gah)\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook every day, yeah, they bake (woo, woah)\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bales, lake (lake)\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan (I apologize)\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran (hey, I'll apologize)\nI apologize if I post a picture posted with some bands (I apologize)\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one (and what?)\nBaby wanna taste my milk like she cowin' (shee)\nEvery time you see me, I'ma have thousands (Hee)\nOn the island, no dressin' (shee)\nI wan' taste it\nYou ain't got no man, I hope you a free agent (and what?)\nAnd I'm a big old Blood inside this little ol' nation (swoo)\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it (ayy)\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI (I), got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland (blatt)\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it (woo, shee, shee)\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leavin' it started, ayy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)\nShe got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's, ayy (skrrt, skrrt)\nYou play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley, ayy (gah, gah, gah)\nYeah, she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\nAyy, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? Ayy (what is your bargain?)\nI pull up and arson all over your garden, ayy (gaow, gah-gaow, gah-gaow)\nI'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you, ayy (brrt)\nMy diamonds cost more than whatever I charge you (brrt)\nNow I'm bleedin', need a Band-Aid, on a rampage with them AKs (cah-cah-cah)\nNigga jewelry real gold like an Ace of Spades, higher than a escalator any day (any day)\nI'm a catch a bitch and fold her like a centipede\nI ain't talkin' 'bout no coffee, she got double D's (what?)\nThese niggas fake ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this must be coward day (damn)\nYeah, this must be powder day (and what?)\nSniff, suit up, boot up (toot up)\nTMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us (fuck you)\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns, nigga\nYou can true to us, hey (true, true, true to us)\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless, woah\nI show the pussy bitch a bankroll, now she can do us, no (woo)\nAnd we the best, every time we come around, boy, they root for us, true (woo)\nAnd everybody hate Chris, but I got them racks up, now they Luda\nYeah, tell baby girl I only want the throat, flute us\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leavin' it started, ayy\nShe got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's, ayy\nYou play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley, ayy\nYeah, she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Bimmer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil' bitty shorty\nShe think he adorin' 'cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas 'bout faker than a puppet\nAyy, I don't wanna tease it, I really wan' freak it\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leavin' it started, ayy\nShe got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's, ayy\nYou play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley, ayy\nYeah, she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freaky\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: Slime Season\n  duration_ms: 333531\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\n  Yeah\n  Thugger Thugger, baby\n  Yeah\n  Uh\n  Ayy, I don't wanna tease it (why?), I really wan' freak it (freak it)\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret (beat it)\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland (and what?)\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it (shee, shee, shee)\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leavin' it started, ayy (skrrt)\n  She got just a Harley and a star just like Hardee's, ayy (tipsy)\n  You play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley, ayy (gah)\n  Yeah, she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie (swag, talk to her)\n  I'm lovin' your pace (yeah), turtle in this race (turtle, you're turtle), ooh\n  Long as you don't play (don't what?), motherfuck what you say (man, fuck what you say), hey (hey)\n  I'm on the third base (and what?), and you away (that means I'm home)\n  Quan said, \"Please have a phone\" (why?), call it a day (brr)\n  I got my ice out the lake (woo), killed that boy by a mistake (wah)\n  We eatin', where is your plate? (Ah)\n  Aim at your head or your face (gah, gah, gah)\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook every day, yeah, they bake (woo, woah)\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bales, lake (lake)\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan (I apologize)\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran (hey, I'll apologize)\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted with some bands (I apologize)\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? 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Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.93] She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\n[00:06.84] Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\n[00:14.60] Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\n[00:21.68] I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n[00:25.54] I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n[00:29.39] She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n[00:33.44] I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n[00:37.28] She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n[00:40.21] Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n[00:44.46] Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n[00:49.15] I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n[00:53.16] Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n[00:57.02] Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n[01:00.55] Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n[01:04.74] I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n[01:08.12] We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n[01:12.74] Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n[01:16.70] Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n[01:20.50] I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n[01:24.51] I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n[01:28.72] I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\n[01:32.63] I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n[01:35.89] Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n[01:37.88] Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n[01:39.87] Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n[01:41.75] On the island, no dressin'\n[01:44.60] I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n[01:48.83] I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n[01:58.01] \n[02:23.35] Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n[02:27.56] Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n[02:31.49] Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n[02:35.38] Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n[02:39.80] Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\n[02:43.79] Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n[02:45.96] Higher than a escalator any day\n[02:47.74] I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n[02:49.69] But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n[02:51.79] These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n[02:53.43] Damn, this might be coward day\n[02:55.60] Yeah, this might be powder day\n[02:57.56] Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n[03:01.09] Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n[03:04.97] But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n[03:06.99] Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n[03:08.34] And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n[03:12.90] I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n[03:17.11] And we the best, every time we come around\n[03:18.59] Boy, they root for us, true\n[03:20.71] And everybody hate Chris\n[03:22.22] But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n[03:24.70] Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n[03:28.95] \n[04:00.43] Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n[04:04.45] Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n[04:08.60] She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n[04:12.52] She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n[04:16.12] Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n[04:19.95] All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n[04:23.82] Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n[04:28.16] These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n[04:31.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freaky (Alt)\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: Slime Season\n  duration_ms: 334000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\n  start_ms: 1930\n  end_ms: 6840\n- text: Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\n  start_ms: 6840\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 25540\n- text: I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  start_ms: 25540\n  end_ms: 29390\n- text: She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  start_ms: 29390\n  end_ms: 33440\n- text: I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  start_ms: 33440\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 49150\n- text: I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  start_ms: 49150\n  end_ms: 53160\n- text: Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  start_ms: 53160\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 60550\n- text: Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  start_ms: 60550\n  end_ms: 64740\n- text: I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  start_ms: 64740\n  end_ms: 68120\n- text: We eatin', where is your plate? 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Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.93] She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\n[00:06.84] Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\n[00:14.60] Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\n[00:21.68] I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n[00:25.54] I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n[00:29.39] She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n[00:33.44] I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n[00:37.28] She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n[00:40.21] Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n[00:44.46] Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n[00:49.15] I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n[00:53.16] Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n[00:57.02] Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n[01:00.55] Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n[01:04.74] I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n[01:08.12] We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n[01:12.74] Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n[01:16.70] Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n[01:20.50] I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n[01:24.51] I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n[01:28.72] I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\n[01:32.63] I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n[01:35.89] Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n[01:37.88] Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n[01:39.87] Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n[01:41.75] On the island, no dressin'\n[01:44.60] I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n[01:48.83] I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n[01:58.01] \n[02:23.35] Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n[02:27.56] Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n[02:31.49] Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n[02:35.38] Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n[02:39.80] Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\n[02:43.79] Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n[02:45.96] Higher than a escalator any day\n[02:47.74] I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n[02:49.69] But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n[02:51.79] These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n[02:53.43] Damn, this might be coward day\n[02:55.60] Yeah, this might be powder day\n[02:57.56] Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n[03:01.09] Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n[03:04.97] But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n[03:06.99] Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n[03:08.34] And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n[03:12.90] I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n[03:17.11] And we the best, every time we come around\n[03:18.59] Boy, they root for us, true\n[03:20.71] And everybody hate Chris\n[03:22.22] But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n[03:24.70] Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n[03:28.95] \n[04:00.43] Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n[04:04.45] Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n[04:08.60] She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n[04:12.52] She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n[04:16.12] Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n[04:19.95] All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n[04:23.82] Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n[04:28.16] These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n[04:31.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freaky (alternate mix)\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: Slime Season\n  duration_ms: 333542\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\n  start_ms: 1930\n  end_ms: 6840\n- text: Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\n  start_ms: 6840\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 25540\n- text: I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  start_ms: 25540\n  end_ms: 29390\n- text: She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  start_ms: 29390\n  end_ms: 33440\n- text: I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  start_ms: 33440\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 49150\n- text: I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  start_ms: 49150\n  end_ms: 53160\n- text: Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  start_ms: 53160\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 60550\n- text: Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  start_ms: 60550\n  end_ms: 64740\n- text: I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  start_ms: 64740\n  end_ms: 68120\n- text: We eatin', where is your plate? 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Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? 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Aim at your head or your face?\n[01:12.74] Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n[01:16.70] Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n[01:20.50] I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n[01:24.51] I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n[01:28.72] I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands\n[01:32.63] I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n[01:35.89] Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n[01:37.88] Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n[01:39.87] Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n[01:41.75] On the island, no dressin'\n[01:44.60] I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n[01:48.83] I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n[01:58.01] \n[02:23.35] Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n[02:27.56] Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n[02:31.49] Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n[02:35.38] Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n[02:39.80] Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs\n[02:43.79] Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n[02:45.96] Higher than a escalator any day\n[02:47.74] I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n[02:49.69] But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n[02:51.79] These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n[02:53.43] Damn, this might be coward day\n[02:55.60] Yeah, this might be powder day\n[02:57.56] Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n[03:01.09] Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n[03:04.97] But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n[03:06.99] Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n[03:08.34] And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n[03:12.90] I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n[03:17.11] And we the best, every time we come around\n[03:18.59] Boy, they root for us, true\n[03:20.71] And everybody hate Chris\n[03:22.22] But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n[03:24.70] Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n[03:28.95] \n[04:00.43] Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n[04:04.45] Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n[04:08.60] She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n[04:12.52] She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n[04:16.12] Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n[04:19.95] All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n[04:23.82] Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n[04:28.16] These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n[04:31.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freaky (Alternate Version)\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: '2017'\n  duration_ms: 333584\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon\n  start_ms: 1930\n  end_ms: 6840\n- text: Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah\n  start_ms: 6840\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 25540\n- text: I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  start_ms: 25540\n  end_ms: 29390\n- text: She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  start_ms: 29390\n  end_ms: 33440\n- text: I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  start_ms: 33440\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40210\n- text: Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  start_ms: 40210\n  end_ms: 44460\n- text: Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n  start_ms: 44460\n  end_ms: 49150\n- text: I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  start_ms: 49150\n  end_ms: 53160\n- text: Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  start_ms: 53160\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 60550\n- text: Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  start_ms: 60550\n  end_ms: 64740\n- text: I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  start_ms: 64740\n  end_ms: 68120\n- text: We eatin', where is your plate? 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