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long\nFeet swollen, runnin'\n\nFeet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\nI got thirty bitches callin' my two phones\nThey been fuckin' with you, what you do wrong\nBitch, you back your shit, get thrown on\nFeet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\nFeet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\nI got bitches callin' my two phones","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock\n[00:03.29] Just my kick, it's a block\n[00:05.04] Like I'm Jenny on my block\n[00:09.87] I know you need a charger, 'cause your phone on two\n[00:12.96] Her best friend throwin' me a party (party)\n[00:14.25] I hope the shit go dumb (dumb)\n[00:16.13] My ex got a new nigga, yeah\n[00:18.05] I hope the bitch don't come (come, come, come)\n[00:19.55] I saw the moon last night (ooh)\n[00:21.00] I thought that it was love (love)\n[00:22.76] When I woke up, she was gone, uh\n[00:24.37] It felt like a hit and run, hit and run\n[00:26.81] Alabama, Louisiana, please excuse my country 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machines\n[02:00.68] Said she bossed up like her daddy with her baby, all that shit fugazi\n[02:04.34] Started duckin', wasn't for the takin', then she confiscated\n[02:07.58] Said I'm tryna go to world war with somebody daughter\n[02:10.52] They ain't gettin' shit, like the vendin' machine is out of order\n[02:14.05] So you gotta shake it, baby, in the spot, I say we gotta shake it\n[02:17.16] I ain't got no kids, but I'm on niggas that look like Claymation\n[02:20.92] Backroad, hit me with the Curry assist, girls with the dirtiest shit\n[02:24.05] Party of six, turnin' into text to text\n[02:26.15] Hot, too close, probably burn your face\n[02:27.73] Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock\n[02:30.98] Just my kick, it's a-\n[02:35.45] Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n[02:38.70] Feet swollen, runnin'\n[02:41.93] Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n[02:45.44] I got thirty bitches callin' my two phones\n[02:48.88] They been fuckin' with you, what you do 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dirtiest shit\n  start_ms: 141220\n  end_ms: 144140\n- text: Party of six, turnin' heads turnin' yo' tints\n  start_ms: 144140\n  end_ms: 146280\n- text: Hot, too close, probably burning your face\n  start_ms: 146280\n  end_ms: 147650\n- text: Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock\n  start_ms: 147650\n  end_ms: 150930\n- text: Just my kick, it's a-\n  start_ms: 150930\n  end_ms: 155430\n- text: Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  start_ms: 155430\n  end_ms: 158680\n- text: Feet swollen, runnin'\n  start_ms: 158680\n  end_ms: 161950\n- text: Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  start_ms: 161950\n  end_ms: 165450\n- text: I got 30 bitches callin' my two phones\n  start_ms: 165450\n  end_ms: 168870\n- text: Keef ain't fuckin' with you, what you do wrong\n  start_ms: 168870\n  end_ms: 172220\n- text: Bitch, bag your shit, and move on\n  start_ms: 172220\n  end_ms: 175510\n- text: Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  start_ms: 175510\n  end_ms: 182510\n- text: Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  start_ms: 182510\n  end_ms: 186240\n- text: I got bitches callin' my two phones\n  start_ms: 186240\n  end_ms: 189460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 189460\nplain: |-\n  Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock\n  Just my kick, it's a block\n  Like I'm jamming on my block\n  I know you need a charger, 'cause your phone on two\n\n  My best friend throwin' me a party (party)\n  I hope the shit go dumb (dumb)\n  My ex got a new nigga, yeah\n  I hope the bitch don't come (come, come, come)\n  I saw the moon last night (ooh)\n  I thought that it was love (love)\n  When I woke up, she was gone, uh\n  It felt like a hit-and-run, hit-and-run\n\n  Alabama, Louisiana, please excuse my country grammar\n  But it really do not matter, I don't got no fuckin' manners\n  Want a boy like Adam Sandler, drink that shit like it's a Fanta\n  Bakin' soda, I'm in Hammer, whip it, love my grandma\n\n  In a shell like Indiana, throw it like I'm Peyton Manning\n  Any time I'm in Atlanta, gotta hit up all my dancers\n  Popo barkin', run with hammers, tryna throw me in the slammer\n  Don't just show up with a camera, 'cause it kill, persist that Canon\n\n  It's that new Star Spangled Banger\n  This that new national anthem\n  You ain't even gotta stand up\n  But, baby put your fuckin' hands up\n\n  Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)\n  Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)\n  Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)\n  Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)\n\n  She hold my bag, it's a lie, got some things I can't drop\n  That's my baby, just my vibe, yeah, this song, got surprised\n  Yeah, I know you goin' through it, 'cause I see right through\n  I know you need a charger, 'cause your phone on two\n\n  My best friend throwin' me a party (party)\n  I hope the shit go dumb (dumb)\n  My ex got a new nigga, yeah\n  I hope the bitch don't come (come, come, come)\n  I saw the moon last night (ooh)\n  I thought that it was love (love)\n  When I woke up, she was gone, uh\n  It felt like a hit and run, hit and run\n\n  I seen her leave an insurance card, but nothin' for me to call, shit\n  I thought I had game, boy, she would rather leave her exes on the leaderboard\n  It's an evil world, I was thinkin' we was gonna leave tomorrow\n  Nyom, nyom, no one really be in the party\n  I don't even gotta with a DM shawty, I'm tryna play machines, Atari\n\n  Said she bossed up like her baddie with her baby, all that shit fugazi\n  Started duckin', wasn't for the takin', then she confiscated\n  Said I'm tryna go to Bora Bora with somebody daughter\n  They ain't getting chips, like the vendin' machine is out of order\n\n  So you gotta shake it, baby, in the spot, I say we gotta shake it\n  I ain't got no kids, but I'm on niggas that look like Claymation\n  Backroad, hit me with the Curry assist, girls doing the dirtiest shit\n  Party of six, turnin' heads turnin' yo' tints\n  Hot, too close, probably burning your face\n\n  Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock\n  Just my kick, it's a-\n  Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  Feet swollen, runnin'\n\n  Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  I got 30 bitches callin' my two phones\n  Keef ain't fuckin' with you, what you do wrong\n  Bitch, bag your shit, and move on\n  Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long\n  I got bitches callin' my two phones\n"}]