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Run away\nNeed pa-pack, ándale\nThink I'm scared? No way\nI'm sending bullets, both ways\nShut the fuck up and protect me\nTried to break inside of hell, but my angels wouldn't let me\nI got one gold bullet if you try to fucking tempt me\nGot a couple people in my state, I know they tryna end me\nI cannot be friendly\nGet them racks and plenty\nDon't get happy endin'\nYou're stuck on pretending, yeah\nChing that cunt\nGot a spinna to his throat\nHa-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\nPop, pop this, he-e-e\nPa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\nChing that cunt\nGot a spinna to his throat\nHa-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\nPop, pop this, he-e-e\nPa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n(Oh, oh, oh)\nI've been goin' stupid, goin' mental\nLil' boy said you in the friend zone\nShi-shiny teeth fitted in my dental\nFuck a studio, record in my bedroom\nFeel like kketamine by the way I've been racin'\nDon't hit my DM if you don't got payment\nI don't like to wait, yeah, I'm so impatient\nI'ma need a facelift, Dior on my fragrance\nHold up, y-y-you just want a piece of me\nThirteen rounds in this Glizzy, I ain't talking 'bout Felicity (Sheesh!)\nTalking shit all the time, lil' bro, you can't be friends with me\nI've been up for a minute with the gang, it's so clear to see\nI don't care 'bout your feelings, bro, I just want my commas\nEverybody movin' mad fun, I don't care about the drama\nI got hoes on my DM's, I ain't talking 'bout Mo Bamba\nAll black on my fit, yeah, bro, that's my favourite colour\nFuck this, I ain't dealin' with your bullshit\nKnow you're actin' goofy, so I'm emptying a full clip\nOn your head, I wish that I was dead\nAnd I don't wanna speak at all\nI don't like to talk unless it's in my favour\nTrying somethin' new, I ain't fuckin' with the flavour\nYeah, you're goin' out sad, please don't try to chase her\nAnd I'm posted in a cell, I don't care 'bout good behaviour\nEyes on you, you got eyes on me\nShoutout quinn, ss03\nWith Olly, I'm with Kwuzi\nRolling up your buddy (Hee, hee, hee, huh?)\nBitch, I'm laughing 'cause you funny\nBitch-made bitch, you're a bitch\nTalkin' shit, bitch ass bitch\nAnd nothing else coming out your mouth\nBut a Glick and a dick (Shut up)\nYou ain't talking when I ching that cunt\nGot a spinna to his throat\nHa-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\nPop, pop this, he-e-e\nPa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\nChing that cunt\nGot a spinna to his throat\nHa-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\nPop, pop this, he-e-e\nPa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\nUh, uh\nMommworld","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.39]Hi, Dopa, haha\n[00:03.79]Ching that cunt\n[00:05.44]Got a spinna to his throat\n[00:06.86]Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n[00:09.17]Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n[00:11.35]Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n[00:14.01]Ching that cunt\n[00:15.57]Got a spinna to his throat\n[00:16.97]Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n[00:19.41]Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n[00:21.75]Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e (Give me that)\n[00:25.57]I'm not even jokin' when I say that I don't need her\n[00:27.81]At least I got a fuckin' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet up\n[00:30.43]I'm with kurtains, I'm with Wido, in the back, we got a heater\n[00:32.86]I'm with pposture, I'm with p4rkr, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Peter\n[00:35.88]I don't like the confrontation\n[00:38.60]I'm a fan of conversations\n[00:41.14]Talk your shit, bro, I ain't breaking\n[00:43.72]Bill Cosby my drink, she laced it\n[00:46.27]Racks in my wallet, can't fold\n[00:48.24]Yeah, I'm off the horse then I start to lose control\n[00:50.76]Yeah, he talkin' shit, so we wipin' his nose\n[00:53.10]She got inside me, jump out of the fourth floor\n[00:55.86]'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low\n[00:58.42]Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow\n[01:01.02]Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh, no\n[01:03.56]Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh, no-no\n[01:06.62]I-I-I got a game we could play, Russian Roulette\n[01:09.36]I'm ending lives, ain't No Russian, now his crew's dead\n[01:13.00]Yeah, these pills, they got me tired\n[01:14.72]Call up Wido, I'm taking back cover fire (John)\n[01:18.10]Ayy, who's that coming? doa\n[01:19.70]What you do? 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No way\n[01:23.43]I'm sending bullets, both ways\n[01:24.78]Shut the fuck up and protect me\n[01:27.08]Tried to break inside of hell, but my angels wouldn't let me\n[01:29.63]I got one gold bullet if you try to fucking tempt me\n[01:32.20]Got a couple people in my state, I know they tryna end me\n[01:35.14]I cannot be friendly\n[01:37.73]Get them racks and plenty\n[01:40.27]Don't get happy endin'\n[01:42.84]You're stuck on pretending, yeah\n[01:46.48]Ching that cunt\n[01:48.30]Got a spinna to his throat\n[01:49.60]Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n[01:52.08]Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n[01:54.45]Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n[01:56.96]Ching that cunt\n[01:58.65]Got a spinna to his throat\n[01:59.85]Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n[02:02.44]Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n[02:04.68]Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n[02:07.26](Oh, oh, oh)\n[02:08.54]I've been goin' stupid, goin' mental\n[02:10.93]Lil' boy said you in the friend zone\n[02:13.36]Shi-shiny teeth fitted 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talking 'bout Mo Bamba\n  start_ms: 143230\n  end_ms: 146360\n- text: All black on my fit, yeah, bro, that's my favourite colour\n  start_ms: 146360\n  end_ms: 148980\n- text: Fuck this, I ain't dealin' with your bullshit\n  start_ms: 148980\n  end_ms: 151570\n- text: Know you're actin' goofy, so I'm emptying a full clip\n  start_ms: 151570\n  end_ms: 154220\n- text: On your head, I wish that I was dead\n  start_ms: 154220\n  end_ms: 158000\n- text: And I don't wanna speak at all\n  start_ms: 158000\n  end_ms: 159370\n- text: I don't like to talk unless it's in my favour\n  start_ms: 159370\n  end_ms: 161920\n- text: Trying somethin' new, I ain't fuckin' with the flavour\n  start_ms: 161920\n  end_ms: 164260\n- text: Yeah, you're goin' out sad, please don't try to chase her\n  start_ms: 164260\n  end_ms: 166830\n- text: And I'm posted in a cell, I don't care 'bout good behaviour\n  start_ms: 166830\n  end_ms: 169690\n- text: Eyes on you, you got eyes on me\n  start_ms: 169690\n  end_ms: 172280\n- text: Shoutout quinn, ss03\n  start_ms: 172280\n  end_ms: 174590\n- text: With Olly, I'm with Kwuzi\n  start_ms: 174590\n  end_ms: 176070\n- text: Rolling up your buddy (Hee, hee, hee, huh?)\n  start_ms: 176070\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: Bitch, I'm laughing 'cause you funny\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179990\n- text: Bitch-made bitch, you're a bitch\n  start_ms: 179990\n  end_ms: 182620\n- text: Talkin' shit, bitch ass bitch\n  start_ms: 182620\n  end_ms: 184940\n- text: And nothing else coming out your mouth\n  start_ms: 184940\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: But a Glick and a dick (Shut up)\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 188660\n- text: You ain't talking when I ching that cunt\n  start_ms: 188660\n  end_ms: 189650\n- text: Got a spinna to his throat\n  start_ms: 189650\n  end_ms: 191820\n- text: Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  start_ms: 191820\n  end_ms: 194260\n- text: Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  start_ms: 194260\n  end_ms: 196580\n- text: Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n  start_ms: 196580\n  end_ms: 199290\n- text: Ching that cunt\n  start_ms: 199290\n  end_ms: 200780\n- text: Got a spinna to his throat\n  start_ms: 200780\n  end_ms: 202290\n- text: Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  start_ms: 202290\n  end_ms: 204600\n- text: Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  start_ms: 204600\n  end_ms: 206880\n- text: Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n  start_ms: 206880\n  end_ms: 209480\n- text: Uh, uh\n  start_ms: 209480\n  end_ms: 211190\n- text: Mommworld\n  start_ms: 211190\nplain: |-\n  Hi, Dopa, haha\n  Ching that cunt\n  Got a spinna to his throat\n  Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n  Ching that cunt\n  Got a spinna to his throat\n  Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e (Give me that)\n  I'm not even jokin' when I say that I don't need her\n  At least I got a fuckin' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet up\n  I'm with kurtains, I'm with Wido, in the back, we got a heater\n  I'm with pposture, I'm with p4rkr, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Peter\n  I don't like the confrontation\n  I'm a fan of conversations\n  Talk your shit, bro, I ain't breaking\n  Bill Cosby my drink, she laced it\n  Racks in my wallet, can't fold\n  Yeah, I'm off the horse then I start to lose control\n  Yeah, he talkin' shit, so we wipin' his nose\n  She got inside me, jump out of the fourth floor\n  'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low\n  Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow\n  Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh, no\n  Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh, no-no\n  I-I-I got a game we could play, Russian Roulette\n  I'm ending lives, ain't No Russian, now his crew's dead\n  Yeah, these pills, they got me tired\n  Call up Wido, I'm taking back cover fire (John)\n  Ayy, who's that coming? doa\n  What you do? Run away\n  Need pa-pack, ándale\n  Think I'm scared? No way\n  I'm sending bullets, both ways\n  Shut the fuck up and protect me\n  Tried to break inside of hell, but my angels wouldn't let me\n  I got one gold bullet if you try to fucking tempt me\n  Got a couple people in my state, I know they tryna end me\n  I cannot be friendly\n  Get them racks and plenty\n  Don't get happy endin'\n  You're stuck on pretending, yeah\n  Ching that cunt\n  Got a spinna to his throat\n  Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n  Ching that cunt\n  Got a spinna to his throat\n  Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n  (Oh, oh, oh)\n  I've been goin' stupid, goin' mental\n  Lil' boy said you in the friend zone\n  Shi-shiny teeth fitted in my dental\n  Fuck a studio, record in my bedroom\n  Feel like kketamine by the way I've been racin'\n  Don't hit my DM if you don't got payment\n  I don't like to wait, yeah, I'm so impatient\n  I'ma need a facelift, Dior on my fragrance\n  Hold up, y-y-you just want a piece of me\n  Thirteen rounds in this Glizzy, I ain't talking 'bout Felicity (Sheesh!)\n  Talking shit all the time, lil' bro, you can't be friends with me\n  I've been up for a minute with the gang, it's so clear to see\n  I don't care 'bout your feelings, bro, I just want my commas\n  Everybody movin' mad fun, I don't care about the drama\n  I got hoes on my DM's, I ain't talking 'bout Mo Bamba\n  All black on my fit, yeah, bro, that's my favourite colour\n  Fuck this, I ain't dealin' with your bullshit\n  Know you're actin' goofy, so I'm emptying a full clip\n  On your head, I wish that I was dead\n  And I don't wanna speak at all\n  I don't like to talk unless it's in my favour\n  Trying somethin' new, I ain't fuckin' with the flavour\n  Yeah, you're goin' out sad, please don't try to chase her\n  And I'm posted in a cell, I don't care 'bout good behaviour\n  Eyes on you, you got eyes on me\n  Shoutout quinn, ss03\n  With Olly, I'm with Kwuzi\n  Rolling up your buddy (Hee, hee, hee, huh?)\n  Bitch, I'm laughing 'cause you funny\n  Bitch-made bitch, you're a bitch\n  Talkin' shit, bitch ass bitch\n  And nothing else coming out your mouth\n  But a Glick and a dick (Shut up)\n  You ain't talking when I ching that cunt\n  Got a spinna to his throat\n  Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n  Ching that cunt\n  Got a spinna to his throat\n  Ha-ha-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor\n  Pop, pop this, he-e-e\n  Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me-e-e\n  Uh, uh\n  Mommworld\n"}]