[{"id":38820477,"name":"Gunz N Butter","trackName":"Gunz N Butter","artistName":"A$AP Rocky, Juicy J","albumName":"Gunz N Butter","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\nAnd I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\nThey gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\nI fell distressed I feel no stress\nI built this trust\nThey all gon' murder me\nHercules\n\nMama warned me pop was on me\nAcid shorty (shut the fuck up)\nGet get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\nBounce your jaw for plottin' on me\nHot bolognese grits with\nProblems copper hoppin' on me\nCheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\nPrada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n\nGod was for me locks was on me\nBlew up ever since then (okay okay)\nGrew up ever since then\nScrewed up ever since then\nDo-ups up ever since then\n(Kill 'em Flacko)\nNah big homie\nDrop a diamond\nMoney outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)\n\nAll these niggas pockets homie\nChopper let 'em live\nI was only six when I crept up in the\nCrip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\nCock it homie\nNow its in my pocket homie\nR-Rock it homie\nDare you nigga t-try try me homie\nFor the love of spread\nI'mma butter bread\nMan I prolly should be dead\nWas it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I\n\nThezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, peso\nMoney, hoes and power, draco\nI was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n\nNow can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\nI'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n\nRocky Rocky\nHold on one second bro\nHa Rocky, it's Hector bro\nRocky this is Hector bro\nWe gotta hold on one second bro\nTheres an issue goin' on back here\n\nRambo was a cathy\nAnd mama was a christian\nMy papa turned to muslim when he\nSpent some time in prison (no cappin')\nNo Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\nThey don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\nThese days I just practice all the good from all religion\nSo plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n\nSo get up off my YKK\nThe president a a-hole (Fuck off)\nPrayin' for a JFK\nAll we got was KKK\nAKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\nThen it's a-ok\nFuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\nAR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\nSay your grace you better pray\n\nGuns with the butter\nGuns for my brother\nCame from the gutter\n\nCocaine in the buttocks\nRaise a box cutter\nPlay on the guzzler\nPaint in the hummer\nSkate wit' your mother\nThe fact of the matter,\nShe blow out the fizzay\nMight keep me some heezay\nSo I'm gettin' pussy\n\nThe fact of the matter,\nShe blow out the fizzay\nMight keep me some heezay\nSo I'm gettin' pussy\nThe fact of the matter,\nShe blow out the fizzay\nMight keep me some heezay\nSo I'm gettin' pussy\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the putter?\n\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.51]Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\n[00:05.54]And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n[00:09.15]They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\n[00:12.56]I fell distressed I feel no stress\n[00:14.30]I built this trust\n[00:15.19]They all gon' murder me\n[00:16.81]Hercules\n[00:17.80]Mama warned me pop was on me\n[00:18.56]Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)\n[00:19.85]Get get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\n[00:23.30]Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me\n[00:25.29]Hot bolognese grits with\n[00:27.24]Problems copper hoppin' on me\n[00:28.81]Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\n[00:30.57]Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n[00:33.59]God was for me locks was on me\n[00:35.87]Blew up ever since then (okay okay)\n[00:37.59]Grew up ever since then\n[00:38.84]Screwed up ever since then\n[00:40.51]Do-ups up ever since then\n[00:42.52](Kill 'em Flacko)\n[00:43.29]Nah big homie\n[00:44.21]Drop a diamond\n[00:45.62]Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)\n[00:49.00]All these niggas pockets homie\n[00:51.03]Chopper let 'em live\n[00:52.75]I was only six when I crept up in the\n[00:55.11]Crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\n[00:58.42]Cock it homie\n[00:59.43]Now its in my pocket homie\n[01:01.45]R-Rock it homie\n[01:02.93]Dare you nigga t-try try me homie\n[01:04.46]For the love of spread\n[01:06.41]I'mma butter bread\n[01:07.49]Man I prolly should be dead\n[01:09.46]Was it 'cause of what I said?\n[01:11.18]What I\n[01:12.50]Thezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\n[01:14.86]Euros, pounds and dollars, peso\n[01:18.15]Money, hoes and power, draco\n[01:21.84]I was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n[01:25.14]Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n[01:28.54]I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n[01:31.88]But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n[01:35.54]I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n[01:38.52]Rocky Rocky\n[01:40.67]Hold on one second bro\n[01:42.03]Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n[01:43.63]Rocky this is Hector bro\n[01:45.65]We gotta hold on one second bro\n[01:46.97]Theres an issue goin' on back here\n[01:49.37]Rambo was a cathy\n[01:50.59]And mama was a christian\n[01:52.38]My papa turned to muslim when he\n[01:54.03]Spent some time in prison (no cappin')\n[01:55.93]No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\n[01:59.09]They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n[02:02.69]These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n[02:06.01]So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n[02:09.21]So get up off my YKK\n[02:11.06]The president a a-hole (Fuck off)\n[02:13.03]Prayin' for a JFK\n[02:14.97]All we got was KKK\n[02:16.32]AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\n[02:20.36]Then it's a-ok\n[02:21.86]Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n[02:25.09]AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\n[02:28.08]Say your grace you better pray\n[02:30.47]Guns with the butter\n[02:31.77]Guns for my brother\n[02:33.67]Came from the gutter\n[02:35.02]Cocaine in the buttocks\n[02:36.71]Raise a box cutter\n[02:38.35]Play on the guzzler\n[02:40.15]Paint in the hummer\n[02:42.09]Skate wit' your mother\n[02:43.66]The fact of the matter,\n[02:45.39]She blow out the fizzay\n[02:46.73]Might keep me some heezay\n[02:48.79]So I'm gettin' pussy\n[02:50.44]The fact of the matter,\n[02:52.08]She blow out the fizzay\n[02:53.76]Might keep me some heezay\n[02:55.74]So I'm gettin' pussy\n[02:57.47]The fact of the matter,\n[02:58.87]She blow out the fizzay\n[03:00.65]Might keep me some heezay\n[03:02.47]So I'm gettin' pussy\n[03:04.57]\n[03:12.17]What's really butter?\n[03:13.76]The gun or the putter?\n[03:15.91]\n[03:20.56]You hear me?\n[03:21.82]You understand what I'm sayin'?\n[03:23.30]What's really butter?\n[03:24.93]What's really butter?\n[03:25.85]What's really butter?\n[03:26.55]Guns get that butter all day\n[03:26.67]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz N Butter\n  artist: A$AP Rocky, Juicy J\n  album: Gunz N Butter\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\n  start_ms: 3510\n  end_ms: 5540\n- text: And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  start_ms: 5540\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 12560\n- text: I fell distressed I feel no stress\n  start_ms: 12560\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: I built this trust\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 15190\n- text: They all gon' murder me\n  start_ms: 15190\n  end_ms: 16810\n- text: Hercules\n  start_ms: 16810\n  end_ms: 17800\n- text: Mama warned me pop was on me\n  start_ms: 17800\n  end_ms: 18560\n- text: Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)\n  start_ms: 18560\n  end_ms: 19850\n- text: Get get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\n  start_ms: 19850\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 25290\n- text: Hot bolognese grits with\n  start_ms: 25290\n  end_ms: 27240\n- text: Problems copper hoppin' on me\n  start_ms: 27240\n  end_ms: 28810\n- text: Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\n  start_ms: 28810\n  end_ms: 30570\n- text: Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n  start_ms: 30570\n  end_ms: 33590\n- text: God was for me locks was on me\n  start_ms: 33590\n  end_ms: 35870\n- text: Blew up ever since then (okay okay)\n  start_ms: 35870\n  end_ms: 37590\n- text: Grew up ever since then\n  start_ms: 37590\n  end_ms: 38840\n- text: Screwed up ever since 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tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\n  I fell distressed I feel no stress\n  I built this trust\n  They all gon' murder me\n  Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me\n  Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)\n  Get get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\n  Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me\n  Hot bolognese grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me\n  Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\n  Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n\n  God was for me locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (okay okay)\n  Grew up ever since then\n  Screwed up ever since then\n  Do-ups up ever since then\n  (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah big homie\n  Drop a diamond\n  Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)\n\n  All these niggas pockets homie\n  Chopper let 'em live\n  I was only six when I crept up in the\n  Crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\n  Cock it homie\n  Now its in my pocket homie\n  R-Rock it homie\n  Dare you nigga t-try try me homie\n  For the love of spread\n  I'mma butter bread\n  Man I prolly should be dead\n  Was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I\n\n  Thezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, peso\n  Money, hoes and power, draco\n  I was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n\n  Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n  I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n\n  Rocky Rocky\n  Hold on one second bro\n  Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n  Rocky this is Hector bro\n  We gotta hold on one second bro\n  Theres an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Rambo was a cathy\n  And mama was a christian\n  My papa turned to muslim when he\n  Spent some time in prison (no cappin')\n  No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n\n  So get up off my YKK\n  The president a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK\n  All we got was KKK\n  AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\n  Then it's a-ok\n  Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\n  Say your grace you better pray\n\n  Guns with the butter\n  Guns for my brother\n  Came from the gutter\n\n  Cocaine in the buttocks\n  Raise a box cutter\n  Play on the guzzler\n  Paint in the hummer\n  Skate wit' your mother\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n\n  What's really butter?\n  The gun or the putter?\n\n  You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns get that butter all day\n"},{"id":13216839,"name":"Gunz N Butter (Official Audio)","trackName":"Gunz N Butter (Official Audio)","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"A$AP Rocky Videos","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\nAnd I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\nThey gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\nI feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\nThey won't come murder me, Hercules\n\nMama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n(Shut the fuck up!)\nGet-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\nGlock was forty kick-kick\nBox ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\nProblems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\nPrada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\nGod was for me, locks was on me\nBlew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\nGrew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\nTwo cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\nNah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\nHomies outta line, big homie\nMoney outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\nChopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\nFound a Sig, what I did, what I did\nCock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\nI-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\nFor the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\nMan, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I-\n\nDesi, FN, Ruger, Draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, pesos\nMoney, hoes and power, Draco\nViolence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n\"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\nI'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\nRocky, Rocky\nHold on, one second, bro\nHa, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\nRocky this is Hector, bro\nWe gotta hold on, one second, bro\nThere's an issue goin' on back here\n\nGrandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\nMy papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n(No cappin')\nNo Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\nThey don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\nThese days I just practice all the good from all religion\nSo plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\nSo get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\nPrayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\nAKA AK that you target\nNot from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\nFuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\nAR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\nSay your grace you better pray\nGuns with the butter, guns for my brother\nCame from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\nRazor box cutter, blade under gumma\nGang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the butter?\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns, you can get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz N Butter (Official Audio)\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: A$AP Rocky Videos\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n  I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n  They won't come murder me, Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n  (Shut the fuck up!)\n  Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n  Glock was forty kick-kick\n  Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\n  Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\n  God was for me, locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\n  Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\n  Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\n  Homies outta line, big homie\n  Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\n  Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\n  Found a Sig, what I did, what I did\n  Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\n  I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\n  For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\n  Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I-\n\n  Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos\n  Money, hoes and power, Draco\n  Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n  \"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\n  I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\n  Rocky, Rocky\n  Hold on, one second, bro\n  Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\n  Rocky this is Hector, bro\n  We gotta hold on, one second, bro\n  There's an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\n  My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n  (No cappin')\n  No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n  So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\n  AKA AK that you target\n  Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\n  Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\n  Say your grace you better pray\n  Guns with the butter, guns for my brother\n  Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\n  Razor box cutter, blade under gumma\n  Gang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\n  What's really butter?\n  The gun or the butter?\n  You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns, you can get that butter all day\n"},{"id":950767,"name":"Gunz N Butter","trackName":"Gunz N Butter","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"TESTING","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\nAnd I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\nThey gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\nI fell distressed I feel no stress\nI built this trust\nThey all gon' murder me\nHercules\n\nMama warned me pop was on me\nAcid shorty (shut the fuck up)\nGet get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\nBounce your jaw for plottin' on me\nHot bolognese grits with\nProblems copper hoppin' on me\nCheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\nPrada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n\nGod was for me locks was on me\nBlew up ever since then (okay okay)\nGrew up ever since then\nScrewed up ever since then\nDo-ups up ever since then\n(Kill 'em Flacko)\nNah big homie\nDrop a diamond\nMoney outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)\n\nAll these niggas pockets homie\nChopper let 'em live\nI was only six when I crept up in the\nCrip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\nCock it homie\nNow its in my pocket homie\nR-Rock it homie\nDare you nigga t-try try me homie\nFor the love of spread\nI'mma butter bread\nMan I prolly should be dead\nWas it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I\n\nThezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, peso\nMoney, hoes and power, draco\nI was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n\nNow can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\nI'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n\nRocky Rocky\nHold on one second bro\nHa Rocky, it's Hector bro\nRocky this is Hector bro\nWe gotta hold on one second bro\nTheres an issue goin' on back here\n\nRambo was a cathy\nAnd mama was a christian\nMy papa turned to muslim when he\nSpent some time in prison (no cappin')\nNo Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\nThey don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\nThese days I just practice all the good from all religion\nSo plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n\nSo get up off my YKK\nThe president a a-hole (Fuck off)\nPrayin' for a JFK\nAll we got was KKK\nAKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\nThen it's a-ok\nFuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\nAR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\nSay your grace you better pray\n\nGuns with the butter\nGuns for my brother\nCame from the gutter\n\nCocaine in the buttocks\nRaise a box cutter\nPlay on the guzzler\nPaint in the hummer\nSkate wit' your mother\nThe fact of the matter,\nShe blow out the fizzay\nMight keep me some heezay\nSo I'm gettin' pussy\n\nThe fact of the matter,\nShe blow out the fizzay\nMight keep me some heezay\nSo I'm gettin' pussy\nThe fact of the matter,\nShe blow out the fizzay\nMight keep me some heezay\nSo I'm gettin' pussy\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the putter?\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.55] Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\n[00:05.55] And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n[00:09.12] They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\n[00:12.56] I fell distressed I feel no stress\n[00:14.29] I built this trust\n[00:15.17] They all gon' murder me\n[00:16.90] Hercules\n[00:17.78] Mama warned me pop was on me\n[00:18.55] Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)\n[00:19.89] Get get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\n[00:23.25] Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me\n[00:25.22] Hot bolognese grits with\n[00:27.23] Problems copper hoppin' on me\n[00:28.89] Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\n[00:30.58] Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n[00:33.54] God was for me locks was on me\n[00:35.86] Blew up ever since then (okay okay)\n[00:37.55] Grew up ever since then\n[00:38.84] Screwed up ever since then\n[00:40.51] Do-ups up ever since then\n[00:42.57] (Kill 'em Flacko)\n[00:43.21] Nah big homie\n[00:44.27] Drop a diamond\n[00:45.63] Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)\n[00:49.08] All these niggas pockets homie\n[00:51.01] Chopper let 'em live\n[00:52.74] I was only six when I crept up in the\n[00:55.13] Crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\n[00:58.41] Cock it homie\n[00:59.47] Now its in my pocket homie\n[01:01.46] R-Rock it homie\n[01:02.96] Dare you nigga t-try try me homie\n[01:04.41] For the love of spread\n[01:06.48] I'mma butter bread\n[01:07.42] Man I prolly should be dead\n[01:09.50] Was it 'cause of what I said?\n[01:11.13] What I\n[01:12.43] Thezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\n[01:14.88] Euros, pounds and dollars, peso\n[01:18.20] Money, hoes and power, draco\n[01:21.80] I was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n[01:25.11] Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n[01:28.52] I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n[01:31.82] But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n[01:35.50] I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n[01:38.60] Rocky Rocky\n[01:40.66] Hold on one second bro\n[01:42.07] Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n[01:43.65] Rocky this is Hector bro\n[01:45.62] We gotta hold on one second bro\n[01:46.98] Theres an issue goin' on back here\n[01:49.31] Rambo was a cathy\n[01:50.52] And mama was a christian\n[01:52.34] My papa turned to muslim when he\n[01:54.05] Spent some time in prison (no cappin')\n[01:55.92] No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\n[01:59.06] They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n[02:02.69] These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n[02:06.04] So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n[02:09.27] So get up off my YKK\n[02:11.05] The president a a-hole (Fuck off)\n[02:13.09] Prayin' for a JFK\n[02:14.93] All we got was KKK\n[02:16.36] AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\n[02:20.38] Then it's a-ok\n[02:21.86] Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n[02:25.07] AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\n[02:28.01] Say your grace you better pray\n[02:30.48] Guns with the butter\n[02:31.73] Guns for my brother\n[02:33.61] Came from the gutter\n[02:35.07] Cocaine in the buttocks\n[02:36.75] Raise a box cutter\n[02:38.32] Play on the guzzler\n[02:40.11] Paint in the hummer\n[02:42.06] Skate wit' your mother\n[02:43.62] The fact of the matter,\n[02:45.37] She blow out the fizzay\n[02:46.72] Might keep me some heezay\n[02:48.77] So I'm gettin' pussy\n[02:50.49] The fact of the matter,\n[02:52.09] She blow out the fizzay\n[02:53.78] Might keep me some heezay\n[02:55.71] So I'm gettin' pussy\n[02:57.43] The fact of the matter,\n[02:58.81] She blow out the fizzay\n[03:00.61] Might keep me some heezay\n[03:02.49] So I'm gettin' pussy\n[03:04.59] \n[03:12.11] What's really butter?\n[03:13.76] The gun or the putter?\n[03:15.91] \n[03:20.55] You hear me?\n[03:21.85] You understand what I'm sayin'?\n[03:23.26] What's really butter?\n[03:24.98] What's really butter?\n[03:25.82] What's really butter?\n[03:26.53] Guns get that butter all day\n[03:26.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz N Butter\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: TESTING\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\n  start_ms: 3550\n  end_ms: 5550\n- text: And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  start_ms: 5550\n  end_ms: 9120\n- text: They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm 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You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns get that butter all day\n"},{"id":32313703,"name":"Gunz N Butter (Official Video)","trackName":"Gunz N Butter (Official Video)","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"15 mln wyświetleń","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\nAnd I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\nThey gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\nI fell distressed I feel no stress\nI built this trust\nThey all gon' murder me\nHercules\n\nMama warned me pop was on me\nAcid shorty (shut the fuck up)\nGet get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\nBounce your jaw for plottin' on me\nHot bolognese grits with\nProblems copper hoppin' on me\nCheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\nPrada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n\nGod was for 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Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n  I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n\n  Rocky Rocky\n  Hold on one second bro\n  Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n  Rocky this is Hector bro\n  We gotta hold on one second bro\n  Theres an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Rambo was a cathy\n  And mama was a christian\n  My papa turned to muslim when he\n  Spent some time in prison (no cappin')\n  No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n\n  So get up off my YKK\n  The president a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK\n  All we got was KKK\n  AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\n  Then it's a-ok\n  Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave 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Juicy J","albumName":"Testing","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\nAnd I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\nThey gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\nI feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\nThey won't come murder me, Hercules\n\nMama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n(Shut the fuck up!)\nGet-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\nGlock was forty kick-kick\nBox ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\nProblems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\nPrada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\nGod was for me, locks was on me\nBlew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\nGrew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\nTwo cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\nNah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\nHomies outta line, big homie\nMoney outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\nChopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\nFound a Sig, what I did, what I did\nCock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\nI-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\nFor the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\nMan, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I-\n\nDesi, FN, Ruger, Draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, pesos\nMoney, hoes and power, Draco\nViolence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n\"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\nI'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\nRocky, Rocky\nHold on, one second, bro\nHa, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\nRocky this is Hector, bro\nWe gotta hold on, one second, bro\nThere's an issue goin' on back here\n\nGrandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\nMy papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n(No cappin')\nNo Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\nThey don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\nThese days I just practice all the good from all religion\nSo plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\nSo get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\nPrayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\nAKA AK that you target\nNot from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\nFuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\nAR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\nSay your grace you better pray\nGuns with the butter, guns for my brother\nCame from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\nRazor box cutter, blade under gumma\nGang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the butter?\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns, you can get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz N Butter\n  artist: A$AP Rocky ft. Juicy J\n  album: Testing\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n  I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n  They won't come murder me, Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n  (Shut the fuck up!)\n  Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n  Glock was forty kick-kick\n  Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\n  Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\n  God was for me, locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\n  Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\n  Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\n  Homies outta line, big homie\n  Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\n  Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\n  Found a Sig, what I did, what I did\n  Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\n  I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\n  For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\n  Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I-\n\n  Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos\n  Money, hoes and power, Draco\n  Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n  \"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\n  I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\n  Rocky, Rocky\n  Hold on, one second, bro\n  Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\n  Rocky this is Hector, bro\n  We gotta hold on, one second, bro\n  There's an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\n  My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n  (No cappin')\n  No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n  So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\n  AKA AK that you target\n  Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\n  Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\n  Say your grace you better pray\n  Guns with the butter, guns for my brother\n  Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\n  Razor box cutter, blade under gumma\n  Gang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\n  What's really butter?\n  The gun or the butter?\n  You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns, you can get that butter all day\n"},{"id":196241,"name":"Gunz N Butter (feat. Juicy J)","trackName":"Gunz N Butter (feat. 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homie\nChopper let 'em live\nI was only six when I crept up in the\nCrip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\nCock it homie\nNow its in my pocket homie\nR-Rock it homie\nDare you nigga t-try try me homie\nFor the love of spread\nI'mma butter bread\nMan I prolly should be dead\nWas it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I\n\nThezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, peso\nMoney, hoes and power, draco\nI was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n\nNow can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\nI'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n\nRocky Rocky\nHold on one second bro\nHa Rocky, it's Hector bro\nRocky this is Hector bro\nWe gotta hold on one second bro\nTheres an issue goin' on back here\n\nRambo was a cathy\nAnd mama was a christian\nMy papa turned to muslim when he\nSpent some time in prison (no cappin')\nNo Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda 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ain't got no time for games\n[01:28.57] I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n[01:31.80] But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n[01:35.53] I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n[01:38.52] Rocky Rocky\n[01:40.61] Hold on one second bro\n[01:42.09] Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n[01:43.61] Rocky this is Hector bro\n[01:45.66] We gotta hold on one second bro\n[01:46.96] Theres an issue goin' on back here\n[01:49.35] Rambo was a cathy\n[01:50.55] And mama was a christian\n[01:52.38] My papa turned to muslim when he\n[01:54.03] Spent some time in prison (no cappin')\n[01:55.93] No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\n[01:59.04] They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n[02:02.69] These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n[02:06.04] So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n[02:09.21] So get up off my YKK\n[02:11.02] The president a a-hole (Fuck off)\n[02:13.03] Prayin' for 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pussy\n[03:04.54] \n[03:12.19] What's really butter?\n[03:13.76] The gun or the putter?\n[03:15.91] \n[03:20.54] You hear me?\n[03:21.80] You understand what I'm sayin'?\n[03:23.30] What's really butter?\n[03:24.92] What's really butter?\n[03:25.88] What's really butter?\n[03:26.56] Guns get that butter all day\n[03:26.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz N Butter (feat. 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draco\n  start_ms: 87320\n  end_ms: 90270\n- text: Euros, pounds and dollars, peso\n  start_ms: 90270\n  end_ms: 93720\n- text: Money, hoes and power, draco\n  start_ms: 93720\n  end_ms: 97260\n- text: I was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n  start_ms: 97260\n  end_ms: 100600\n- text: Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  start_ms: 100600\n  end_ms: 104370\n- text: I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  start_ms: 104370\n  end_ms: 107730\n- text: But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n  start_ms: 107730\n  end_ms: 111160\n- text: I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n  start_ms: 111160\n  end_ms: 114460\n- text: Rocky Rocky\n  start_ms: 114460\n  end_ms: 116010\n- text: Hold on one second bro\n  start_ms: 116010\n  end_ms: 117590\n- text: Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n  start_ms: 117590\n  end_ms: 119230\n- text: Rocky this is Hector bro\n  start_ms: 119230\n  end_ms: 121020\n- text: We gotta hold on one second bro\n  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199580\n  end_ms: 201240\n- text: The gun or the putter?\n  start_ms: 201240\n  end_ms: 203400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 203400\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: You hear me?\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 207220\n- text: You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 207220\n  end_ms: 207680\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 207680\n  end_ms: 208170\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 208170\n  end_ms: 208640\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 208640\n  end_ms: 209060\n- text: Guns get that butter all day\n  start_ms: 209060\n  end_ms: 209190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 209190\nplain: |-\n  Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\n  I fell distressed I feel no stress\n  I built this trust\n  They all gon' murder me\n  Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me\n  Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)\n  Get get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\n  Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me\n  Hot bolognese grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me\n  Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\n  Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n\n  God was for me locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (okay okay)\n  Grew up ever since then\n  Screwed up ever since then\n  Do-ups up ever since then\n  (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah big homie\n  Drop a diamond\n  Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)\n\n  All these niggas pockets homie\n  Chopper let 'em live\n  I was only six when I crept up in the\n  Crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\n  Cock it homie\n  Now its in my pocket homie\n  R-Rock it homie\n  Dare you nigga t-try try me homie\n  For the love of spread\n  I'mma butter bread\n  Man I prolly should be dead\n  Was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I\n\n  Thezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, peso\n  Money, hoes and power, draco\n  I was riflin', 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KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\n  Say your grace you better pray\n\n  Guns with the butter\n  Guns for my brother\n  Came from the gutter\n\n  Cocaine in the buttocks\n  Raise a box cutter\n  Play on the guzzler\n  Paint in the hummer\n  Skate wit' your mother\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n\n  What's really butter?\n  The gun or the putter?\n\n  You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns get that butter all day\n"},{"id":31301951,"name":"Gunz N Butter (avec Juicy J)","trackName":"Gunz N Butter (avec Juicy J)","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"TESTING","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\nAnd I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\nThey gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\nI feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\nThey won't come murder me, Hercules\n\nMama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n(Shut the fuck up!)\nGet-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\nGlock was forty kick-kick\nBox ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\nProblems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\nPrada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\nGod was for me, locks was on me\nBlew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\nGrew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\nTwo cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\nNah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\nHomies outta line, big homie\nMoney outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\nChopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\nFound a Sig, what I did, what I did\nCock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\nI-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\nFor the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\nMan, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I-\n\nDesi, FN, Ruger, Draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, pesos\nMoney, hoes and power, Draco\nViolence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n\"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\nI'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\nRocky, Rocky\nHold on, one second, bro\nHa, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\nRocky this is Hector, bro\nWe gotta hold on, one second, bro\nThere's an issue goin' on back here\n\nGrandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\nMy papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n(No cappin')\nNo Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\nThey don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\nThese days I just practice all the good from all religion\nSo plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\nSo get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\nPrayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\nAKA AK that you target\nNot from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\nFuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\nAR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\nSay your grace you better pray\nGuns with the butter, guns for my brother\nCame from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\nRazor box cutter, blade under gumma\nGang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the butter?\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns, you can get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n[00:06.43] And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n[00:09.52] They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n[00:13.11] I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n[00:15.55] They won't come murder me, Hercules\n[00:17.06] Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n[00:19.42] (Shut the fuck up!)\n[00:20.83] Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n[00:22.73] Glock was forty kick-kick\n[00:24.11] Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n[00:27.37] Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\n[00:31.22] Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\n[00:34.53] God was for me, locks was on me\n[00:36.23] Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\n[00:37.99] Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\n[00:40.85] Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\n[00:42.99] Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\n[00:46.45] Homies outta line, big homie\n[00:48.99] Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\n[00:51.57] Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\n[00:56.09] Found a Sig, what I did, what I did\n[00:58.88] Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\n[01:01.71] I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\n[01:05.44] For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\n[01:08.28] Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\n[01:11.26] What I-\n[01:12.66] Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco\n[01:15.31] Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos\n[01:18.75] Money, hoes and power, Draco\n[01:21.93] Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n[01:25.67] \"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n[01:29.11] I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n[01:32.86] But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\n[01:36.08] I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n[01:39.23] Rocky, Rocky\n[01:41.70] Hold on, one second, bro\n[01:42.75] Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\n[01:44.27] Rocky this is Hector, bro\n[01:46.42] We gotta hold on, one second, bro\n[01:47.79] There's an issue goin' on back here\n[01:50.27] Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\n[01:52.89] My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n[01:55.82] (No cappin')\n[01:56.51] No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\n[01:59.52] They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n[02:02.20] These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n[02:05.26] So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n[02:09.93] So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\n[02:13.24] Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\n[02:16.76] AKA AK that you target\n[02:19.30] Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\n[02:21.82] Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n[02:25.24] AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\n[02:28.71] Say your grace you better pray\n[02:30.75] Guns with the butter, guns for my brother\n[02:33.62] Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\n[02:37.18] Razor box cutter, blade under gumma\n[02:40.82] Gang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n[02:43.74] The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n[02:47.42] I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n[02:50.94] The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n[02:54.22] I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n[02:57.64] The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n[03:01.29] I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n[03:04.61] The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n[03:07.98] I 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end_ms: 174220\n- text: I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  start_ms: 174220\n  end_ms: 177640\n- text: The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  start_ms: 177640\n  end_ms: 181290\n- text: I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  start_ms: 181290\n  end_ms: 184610\n- text: The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  start_ms: 184610\n  end_ms: 187980\n- text: I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  start_ms: 187980\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 194150\n- text: The gun or the butter?\n  start_ms: 194150\n  end_ms: 198540\n- text: You hear me?\n  start_ms: 198540\n  end_ms: 202700\n- text: You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 202700\n  end_ms: 203750\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 203750\n  end_ms: 205110\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 205110\n  end_ms: 209800\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 209800\n  end_ms: 210160\n- text: Guns, you can get that butter all day\n  start_ms: 210160\n  end_ms: 210830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 210830\nplain: |-\n  Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n  I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n  They won't come murder me, Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n  (Shut the fuck up!)\n  Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n  Glock was forty kick-kick\n  Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\n  Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\n  God was for me, locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\n  Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\n  Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\n  Homies outta line, big homie\n  Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\n  Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\n  Found a Sig, what I did, what I did\n  Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\n  I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\n  For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\n  Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I-\n\n  Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos\n  Money, hoes and power, Draco\n  Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n  \"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\n  I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\n  Rocky, Rocky\n  Hold on, one second, bro\n  Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\n  Rocky this is Hector, bro\n  We gotta hold on, one second, bro\n  There's an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\n  My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n  (No cappin')\n  No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n  So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\n  AKA AK that you target\n  Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\n  Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\n  Say your grace you better pray\n  Guns with the butter, guns for my brother\n  Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\n  Razor box cutter, blade under gumma\n  Gang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\n  What's really butter?\n  The gun or the butter?\n  You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns, you can get that butter all day\n"},{"id":14377459,"name":"Gunz N Butter Ft. 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Juicy J","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"Testing","duration":213.603265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\nAnd I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\nThey gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\nI feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\nThey won't come murder me, Hercules\n\nMama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n(Shut the fuck up!)\nGet-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\nGlock was forty kick-kick\nBox ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\nProblems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\nPrada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\nGod was for me, locks was on me\nBlew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\nGrew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\nTwo cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\nNah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\nHomies outta line, big homie\nMoney outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\nChopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\nFound a Sig, what I did, what I did\nCock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\nI-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\nFor the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\nMan, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I-\n\nDesi, FN, Ruger, Draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, pesos\nMoney, hoes and power, Draco\nViolence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n\"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\nI'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\nRocky, Rocky\nHold on, one second, bro\nHa, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\nRocky this is Hector, bro\nWe gotta hold on, one second, bro\nThere's an issue goin' on back here\n\nGrandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\nMy papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n(No cappin')\nNo Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\nThey don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\nThese days I just practice all the good from all religion\nSo plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\nSo get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\nPrayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\nAKA AK that you target\nNot from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\nFuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\nAR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\nSay your grace you better pray\nGuns with the butter, guns for my brother\nCame from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\nRazor box cutter, blade under gumma\nGang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the butter?\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns, you can get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz N Butter Ft. Juicy J\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: Testing\n  duration_ms: 213603\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n  I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n  They won't come murder me, Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n  (Shut the fuck up!)\n  Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n  Glock was forty kick-kick\n  Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\n  Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\n  God was for me, locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\n  Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\n  Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\n  Homies outta line, big homie\n  Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\n  Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\n  Found a Sig, what I did, what I did\n  Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\n  I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\n  For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\n  Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I-\n\n  Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos\n  Money, hoes and power, Draco\n  Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n  \"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\n  I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\n  Rocky, Rocky\n  Hold on, one second, bro\n  Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\n  Rocky this is Hector, bro\n  We gotta hold on, one second, bro\n  There's an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\n  My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n  (No cappin')\n  No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n  So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\n  AKA AK that you target\n  Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\n  Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\n  Say your grace you better pray\n  Guns with the butter, guns for my brother\n  Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\n  Razor box cutter, blade under gumma\n  Gang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\n  I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\n  What's really butter?\n  The gun or the butter?\n  You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns, you can get that butter all day\n"},{"id":13910324,"name":"Gunz n Butter (ft. 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outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\nChopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\nFound a Sig, what I did, what I did\nCock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\nI-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\nFor the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\nMan, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I-\n\nDesi, FN, Ruger, Draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, pesos\nMoney, hoes and power, Draco\nViolence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n\"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\nI'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\nRocky, Rocky\nHold on, one second, bro\nHa, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\nRocky this is Hector, bro\nWe gotta hold on, one second, bro\nThere's an issue goin' on back here\n\nGrandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\nMy papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n(No cappin')\nNo Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\nThey don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\nThese days I just practice all the good from all religion\nSo plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\nSo get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\nPrayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK\nAKA AK that you target\nNot from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok\nFuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\nAR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state\nSay your grace you better pray\nGuns with the butter, guns for my brother\nCame from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks\nRazor box cutter, blade under gumma\nGang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother\n\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the butter?\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns, you can get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.49] Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n[00:06.44] And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n[00:09.51] They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n[00:13.19] I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n[00:15.55] They won't come murder me, Hercules\n[00:17.02] Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n[00:19.42] (Shut the fuck up!)\n[00:20.84] Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n[00:22.78] Glock was forty kick-kick\n[00:24.14] Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n[00:27.38] Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\n[00:31.24] Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\n[00:34.55] God was for me, locks was on me\n[00:36.29] Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\n[00:37.99] Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\n[00:40.85] Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\n[00:42.94] Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\n[00:46.41] Homies outta line, big homie\n[00:48.93] Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\n[00:51.56] Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\n[00:56.15] Found a Sig, what I did, what I did\n[00:58.85] Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\n[01:01.70] I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\n[01:05.56] For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\n[01:08.20] Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\n[01:11.29] What I-\n[01:12.66] Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco\n[01:15.38] Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos\n[01:18.77] Money, hoes and power, Draco\n[01:21.92] Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n[01:25.62] \"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n[01:29.17] I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n[01:32.86] But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\n[01:36.04] I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n[01:39.26] Rocky, Rocky\n[01:41.61] Hold on, one second, bro\n[01:42.76] Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\n[01:44.28] Rocky this is Hector, bro\n[01:46.46] We gotta hold on, one second, bro\n[01:47.75] There's an issue goin' on back here\n[01:50.23] Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\n[01:52.84] My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n[01:55.80] (No cappin')\n[01:56.58] No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\n[01:59.54] They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n[02:02.19] These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n[02:05.23] So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the 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blow out the frizzame\n[03:07.95] I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n[03:11.00] What's really butter?\n[03:14.13] The gun or the butter?\n[03:18.54] You hear me?\n[03:22.66] You understand what I'm sayin'?\n[03:23.79] What's really butter?\n[03:25.18] What's really butter?\n[03:29.70] What's really butter?\n[03:30.19] Guns, you can get that butter all day\n[03:33.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz n Butter (ft. 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pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\nChopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\nFound a Sig, what I did, what I did\nCock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\nI-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\nFor the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\nMan, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I-\n\nDesi, FN, Ruger, Draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, pesos\nMoney, hoes and power, Draco\nViolence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n\"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\nI'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\nRocky, Rocky\nHold on, one second, bro\nHa, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\nRocky this is Hector, bro\nWe gotta hold on, one second, bro\nThere's an issue goin' on back here\n\nGrandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\nMy papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in 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powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\nThe fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame\nI keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n\nWhat's really butter?\nThe gun or the butter?\nYou hear me?\nYou understand what I'm sayin'?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nWhat's really butter?\nGuns, you can get that butter all day","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n[00:06.43] And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n[00:09.52] They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n[00:13.11] I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n[00:15.55] They won't come murder me, Hercules\n[00:17.06] Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n[00:19.42] (Shut the fuck up!)\n[00:20.83] Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n[00:22.73] Glock was forty kick-kick\n[00:24.11] Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n[00:27.37] Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that 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some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain\n  start_ms: 187980\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 194150\n- text: The gun or the butter?\n  start_ms: 194150\n  end_ms: 198540\n- text: You hear me?\n  start_ms: 198540\n  end_ms: 202700\n- text: You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 202700\n  end_ms: 203750\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 203750\n  end_ms: 205110\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 205110\n  end_ms: 209800\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 209800\n  end_ms: 210160\n- text: Guns, you can get that butter all day\n  start_ms: 210160\n  end_ms: 210830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 210830\nplain: |-\n  Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this\n  I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust\n  They won't come murder me, Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty\n  (Shut the fuck up!)\n  Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen\n  Glock was forty kick-kick\n  Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)\n  Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)\n  God was for me, locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)\n  Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then\n  Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie\n  Homies outta line, big homie\n  Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie\n  Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib\n  Found a Sig, what I did, what I did\n  Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie\n  I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie\n  For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread\n  Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I-\n\n  Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos\n  Money, hoes and power, Draco\n  Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco\n  \"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge\n  I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\"\n\n  Rocky, Rocky\n  Hold on, one second, bro\n  Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro\n  Rocky this is Hector, bro\n  We gotta hold on, one second, bro\n  There's an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian\n  My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison\n  (No cappin')\n  No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n  So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK, all 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Guns, you can get that butter all day\n"},{"id":2500846,"name":"Gunz N Butter (feat. 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niggas pockets homie\nChopper let 'em live\nI was only six when I crept up in the\nCrip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\nCock it homie\nNow its in my pocket homie\nR-Rock it homie\nDare you nigga t-try try me homie\nFor the love of spread\nI'mma butter bread\nMan I prolly should be dead\nWas it 'cause of what I said?\nWhat I\n\nThezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\nEuros, pounds and dollars, peso\nMoney, hoes and power, draco\nI was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n\nNow can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\nI'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\nBut fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\nI'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n\nRocky Rocky\nHold on one second bro\nHa Rocky, it's Hector bro\nRocky this is Hector bro\nWe gotta hold on one second bro\nTheres an issue goin' on back here\n\nRambo was a cathy\nAnd mama was a christian\nMy papa turned to muslim when he\nSpent some time in prison (no cappin')\nNo Jehova's witnesses but I'm 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pockets homie\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 51050\n- text: Chopper let 'em live\n  start_ms: 51050\n  end_ms: 52760\n- text: I was only six when I crept up in the\n  start_ms: 52760\n  end_ms: 55110\n- text: Crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\n  start_ms: 55110\n  end_ms: 58470\n- text: Cock it homie\n  start_ms: 58470\n  end_ms: 59440\n- text: Now its in my pocket homie\n  start_ms: 59440\n  end_ms: 61400\n- text: R-Rock it homie\n  start_ms: 61400\n  end_ms: 62980\n- text: Dare you nigga t-try try me homie\n  start_ms: 62980\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: For the love of spread\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66430\n- text: I'mma butter bread\n  start_ms: 66430\n  end_ms: 67400\n- text: Man I prolly should be dead\n  start_ms: 67400\n  end_ms: 69460\n- text: Was it 'cause of what I said?\n  start_ms: 69460\n  end_ms: 71110\n- text: What I\n  start_ms: 71110\n  end_ms: 72480\n- text: Thezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\n  start_ms: 72480\n  end_ms: 74820\n- text: Euros, pounds and dollars, peso\n  start_ms: 74820\n  end_ms: 78170\n- text: Money, hoes and power, draco\n  start_ms: 78170\n  end_ms: 81880\n- text: I was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n  start_ms: 81880\n  end_ms: 85190\n- text: Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  start_ms: 85190\n  end_ms: 88570\n- text: I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  start_ms: 88570\n  end_ms: 91800\n- text: But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n  start_ms: 91800\n  end_ms: 95530\n- text: I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n  start_ms: 95530\n  end_ms: 98520\n- text: Rocky Rocky\n  start_ms: 98520\n  end_ms: 100610\n- text: Hold on one second bro\n  start_ms: 100610\n  end_ms: 102090\n- text: Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n  start_ms: 102090\n  end_ms: 103610\n- text: Rocky this is Hector bro\n  start_ms: 103610\n  end_ms: 105660\n- text: We gotta hold on one second bro\n  start_ms: 105660\n  end_ms: 106960\n- text: Theres an issue goin' on back here\n  start_ms: 106960\n  end_ms: 109350\n- text: Rambo was a cathy\n  start_ms: 109350\n  end_ms: 110550\n- text: And mama was a christian\n  start_ms: 110550\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: My papa turned to muslim when he\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114030\n- text: Spent some time in prison (no cappin')\n  start_ms: 114030\n  end_ms: 115930\n- text: No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\n  start_ms: 115930\n  end_ms: 119040\n- text: They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  start_ms: 119040\n  end_ms: 122690\n- text: These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  start_ms: 122690\n  end_ms: 126040\n- text: So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n  start_ms: 126040\n  end_ms: 129210\n- text: So get up off my YKK\n  start_ms: 129210\n  end_ms: 131020\n- text: The president a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  start_ms: 131020\n  end_ms: 133030\n- text: Prayin' for a JFK\n  start_ms: 133030\n  end_ms: 134990\n- text: All we got was KKK\n  start_ms: 134990\n  end_ms: 136370\n- text: AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\n  start_ms: 136370\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: Then it's a-ok\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 141900\n- text: Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  start_ms: 141900\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 148080\n- text: Say your grace you better pray\n  start_ms: 148080\n  end_ms: 150470\n- text: Guns with the butter\n  start_ms: 150470\n  end_ms: 151750\n- text: Guns for my brother\n  start_ms: 151750\n  end_ms: 153640\n- text: Came from the gutter\n  start_ms: 153640\n  end_ms: 155050\n- text: Cocaine in the buttocks\n  start_ms: 155050\n  end_ms: 156740\n- text: Raise a box cutter\n  start_ms: 156740\n  end_ms: 158300\n- text: Play on the guzzler\n  start_ms: 158300\n  end_ms: 160170\n- text: Paint in the hummer\n  start_ms: 160170\n  end_ms: 162080\n- text: Skate wit' your mother\n  start_ms: 162080\n  end_ms: 163620\n- text: The fact of the matter,\n  start_ms: 163620\n  end_ms: 165380\n- text: She blow out the fizzay\n  start_ms: 165380\n  end_ms: 166760\n- text: Might keep me some heezay\n  start_ms: 166760\n  end_ms: 168720\n- text: So I'm gettin' pussy\n  start_ms: 168720\n  end_ms: 170440\n- text: The fact of the matter,\n  start_ms: 170440\n  end_ms: 172010\n- text: She blow out the fizzay\n  start_ms: 172010\n  end_ms: 173780\n- text: Might keep me some heezay\n  start_ms: 173780\n  end_ms: 175800\n- text: So I'm gettin' pussy\n  start_ms: 175800\n  end_ms: 177490\n- text: The fact of the matter,\n  start_ms: 177490\n  end_ms: 178890\n- text: She blow out the fizzay\n  start_ms: 178890\n  end_ms: 180620\n- text: Might keep me some heezay\n  start_ms: 180620\n  end_ms: 182440\n- text: So I'm gettin' pussy\n  start_ms: 182440\n  end_ms: 184540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 184540\n  end_ms: 192190\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 192190\n  end_ms: 193760\n- text: The gun or the putter?\n  start_ms: 193760\n  end_ms: 195910\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 195910\n  end_ms: 200540\n- text: You hear me?\n  start_ms: 200540\n  end_ms: 201800\n- text: You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 201800\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 204920\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 204920\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: What's really butter?\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 206560\n- text: Guns get that butter all day\n  start_ms: 206560\n  end_ms: 206680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 206680\nplain: |-\n  Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree\n  And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me\n  They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this\n  I fell distressed I feel no stress\n  I built this trust\n  They all gon' murder me\n  Hercules\n\n  Mama warned me pop was on me\n  Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)\n  Get get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty\n  Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me\n  Hot bolognese grits with\n  Problems copper hoppin' on me\n  Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)\n  Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)\n\n  God was for me locks was on me\n  Blew up ever since then (okay okay)\n  Grew up ever since then\n  Screwed up ever since then\n  Do-ups up ever since then\n  (Kill 'em Flacko)\n  Nah big homie\n  Drop a diamond\n  Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)\n\n  All these niggas pockets homie\n  Chopper let 'em live\n  I was only six when I crept up in the\n  Crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)\n  Cock it homie\n  Now its in my pocket homie\n  R-Rock it homie\n  Dare you nigga t-try try me homie\n  For the love of spread\n  I'mma butter bread\n  Man I prolly should be dead\n  Was it 'cause of what I said?\n  What I\n\n  Thezy,, FN, Ruger, draco\n  Euros, pounds and dollars, peso\n  Money, hoes and power, draco\n  I was riflin', shotgunnin', draco\n\n  Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games\n  I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang\n  But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge\n  I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars\n\n  Rocky Rocky\n  Hold on one second bro\n  Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro\n  Rocky this is Hector bro\n  We gotta hold on one second bro\n  Theres an issue goin' on back here\n\n  Rambo was a cathy\n  And mama was a christian\n  My papa turned to muslim when he\n  Spent some time in prison (no cappin')\n  No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different\n  They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business\n  These days I just practice all the good from all religion\n  So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim\n\n  So get up off my YKK\n  The president a a-hole (Fuck off)\n  Prayin' for a JFK\n  All we got was KKK\n  AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart\n  Then it's a-ok\n  Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA\n  AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state\n  Say your grace you better pray\n\n  Guns with the butter\n  Guns for my brother\n  Came from the gutter\n\n  Cocaine in the buttocks\n  Raise a box cutter\n  Play on the guzzler\n  Paint in the hummer\n  Skate wit' your mother\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n  The fact of the matter,\n  She blow out the fizzay\n  Might keep me some heezay\n  So I'm gettin' pussy\n\n  What's really butter?\n  The gun or the putter?\n  You hear me?\n  You understand what I'm sayin'?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  What's really butter?\n  Guns get that butter all day\n"}]