[{"id":29373501,"name":"AYEE!","trackName":"AYEE!","artistName":"BabyTron","albumName":"MegaTron 2","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\nAyy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\nHey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\nHey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\nHey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\nAyy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\nAyy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\nHey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\nOut in traffic, belt equipped, you know that's just the law\nWould've thought I'm granny, free as hell is what a whoopin' cost\nCuddy took a loss cookin' raw, but he shook it off\nBoy, you know it cost to be the boss\nYou probably shouldn't talk, this a money convo\nPop out with a drum, eighty incendiaries, twenty hollows\nDoggy bone my son, he seen me do it, I bet buddy follow\nI ain't worried if the route hot, 'cause this punch Diablo, tuh\nYou ain't did nothin' with 'em, keep your wise words\nCat badge all up on the side, it make wide turns\nBoy, I had a dub before I started growin' sideburns\nShippin' big packs, Titanic, my kit an iceberg\nFor most people, them be fightin' words, for me, they dyin' words\nHeard they said I still ain't got it, shit, it ain't no \"I\" in hurt\nHad a dollar and a dream, now I'm signin' shirts\nShit, you better have the cheese on you tryna buy a verse\nThe man, the myth, the legend\nUnky said he need some grams, the mix, a blender\nNeed to open up the geek kit, fix my temper\nWhat the fuck's a wintertime grind? Been on it since September\nI might pop out with three hundred, R.I.P. Fredo Santana\nBlock hot as hell, fast whips, Dracos, bandanas\nPorsche Panamera, oldheads had they era\nWent around the world and seen it, now I'm back to McNamara\nOff-white tee with graffiti, it look vandalized\nMetal on me, blowin' zotty, lookin' like a samurai\nGold 41 with chocolate face, Ferrero Rocher\nShit, I'm runnin' to the top, you probably stare at the stairs\nLet the fifty-rounder off, could probably scare off a bear\nThink she that, only a seven when she wearin' some hair\nShoot the 40, watch it bounce around like Harrison Barnes\nThink it's foreign off the look, this an American car\nAin't got love for you boys, ain't no sparrin' with y'all\nHe ain't never hit a shot, would throw a dart in the wall\nHuh, I cannot really relate, we be bull's-eyein'\nKnow that they gon' charge him as a minor, young bull silent\nBullets look like egg rolls, he lucky he had duck sauce\nYou can learn a thousand lessons off of one loss\n(Hey, SBDSM, long live $cams, ayy)\nHey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\nAyy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\nHey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\nHey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\nHey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\nAyy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\nAyy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\nHey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\n(Every day, I wake up, do great regardless what they say, you know?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: AYEE!\n  artist: BabyTron\n  album: MegaTron 2\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\n  Ayy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\n  Hey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\n  Hey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\n  Ayy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\n  Ayy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\n  Out in traffic, belt equipped, you know that's just the law\n  Would've thought I'm granny, free as hell is what a whoopin' cost\n  Cuddy took a loss cookin' raw, but he shook it off\n  Boy, you know it cost to be the boss\n  You probably shouldn't talk, this a money convo\n  Pop out with a drum, eighty incendiaries, twenty hollows\n  Doggy bone my son, he seen me do it, I bet buddy follow\n  I ain't worried if the route hot, 'cause this punch Diablo, tuh\n  You ain't did nothin' with 'em, keep your wise words\n  Cat badge all up on the side, it make wide turns\n  Boy, I had a dub before I started growin' sideburns\n  Shippin' big packs, Titanic, my kit an iceberg\n  For most people, them be fightin' words, for me, they dyin' words\n  Heard they said I still ain't got it, shit, it ain't no \"I\" in hurt\n  Had a dollar and a dream, now I'm signin' shirts\n  Shit, you better have the cheese on you tryna buy a verse\n  The man, the myth, the legend\n  Unky said he need some grams, the mix, a blender\n  Need to open up the geek kit, fix my temper\n  What the fuck's a wintertime grind? Been on it since September\n  I might pop out with three hundred, R.I.P. Fredo Santana\n  Block hot as hell, fast whips, Dracos, bandanas\n  Porsche Panamera, oldheads had they era\n  Went around the world and seen it, now I'm back to McNamara\n  Off-white tee with graffiti, it look vandalized\n  Metal on me, blowin' zotty, lookin' like a samurai\n  Gold 41 with chocolate face, Ferrero Rocher\n  Shit, I'm runnin' to the top, you probably stare at the stairs\n  Let the fifty-rounder off, could probably scare off a bear\n  Think she that, only a seven when she wearin' some hair\n  Shoot the 40, watch it bounce around like Harrison Barnes\n  Think it's foreign off the look, this an American car\n  Ain't got love for you boys, ain't no sparrin' with y'all\n  He ain't never hit a shot, would throw a dart in the wall\n  Huh, I cannot really relate, we be bull's-eyein'\n  Know that they gon' charge him as a minor, young bull silent\n  Bullets look like egg rolls, he lucky he had duck sauce\n  You can learn a thousand lessons off of one loss\n  (Hey, SBDSM, long live $cams, ayy)\n  Hey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\n  Ayy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\n  Hey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\n  Hey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\n  Ayy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\n  Ayy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\n  (Every day, I wake up, do great regardless what they say, you know?)\n"},{"id":23626166,"name":"AYEE!","trackName":"AYEE!","artistName":"BabyTron","albumName":"MegaTron 2","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\nAyy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\nHey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\nHey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\nHey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\nAyy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\nAyy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\nHey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\nOut in traffic, belt equipped, you know that's just the law\nWould've thought I'm granny, free as hell is what a whoopin' cost\nCuddy took a loss cookin' raw, but he shook it off\nBoy, you know it cost to be the boss\nYou probably shouldn't talk, this a money convo\nPop out with a drum, eighty incendiaries, twenty hollows\nDoggy bone my son, he seen me do it, I bet buddy follow\nI ain't worried if the route hot, 'cause this punch Diablo, tuh\nYou ain't did nothin' with 'em, keep your wise words\nCat badge all up on the side, it make wide turns\nBoy, I had a dub before I started growin' sideburns\nShippin' big packs, Titanic, my kit an iceberg\nFor most people, them be fightin' words, for me, they dyin' words\nHeard they said I still ain't got it, shit, it ain't no \"I\" in hurt\nHad a dollar and a dream, now I'm signin' shirts\nShit, you better have the cheese on you tryna buy a verse\nThe man, the myth, the legend\nUnky said he need some grams, the mix, a blender\nNeed to open up the geek kit, fix my temper\nWhat the fuck's a wintertime grind? Been on it since September\nI might pop out with three hundred, R.I.P. Fredo Santana\nBlock hot as hell, fast whips, Dracos, bandanas\nPorsche Panamera, oldheads had they era\nWent around the world and seen it, now I'm back to McNamara\nOff-white tee with graffiti, it look vandalized\nMetal on me, blowin' zotty, lookin' like a samurai\nGold 41 with chocolate face, Ferrero Rocher\nShit, I'm runnin' to the top, you probably stare at the stairs\nLet the fifty-rounder off, could probably scare off a bear\nThink she that, only a seven when she wearin' some hair\nShoot the 40, watch it bounce around like Harrison Barnes\nThink it's foreign off the look, this an American car\nAin't got love for you boys, ain't no sparrin' with y'all\nHe ain't never hit a shot, would throw a dart in the wall\nHuh, I cannot really relate, we be bull's-eyein'\nKnow that they gon' charge him as a minor, young bull silent\nBullets look like egg rolls, he lucky he had duck sauce\nYou can learn a thousand lessons off of one loss\n(Hey, SBDSM, long live $cams, ayy)\nHey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\nAyy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\nHey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\nHey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\nHey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\nAyy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\nAyy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\nHey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\n(Every day, I wake up, do great regardless what they say, you know?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: AYEE!\n  artist: BabyTron\n  album: MegaTron 2\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\n  Ayy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\n  Hey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\n  Hey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\n  Ayy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\n  Ayy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\n  Out in traffic, belt equipped, you know that's just the law\n  Would've thought I'm granny, free as hell is what a whoopin' cost\n  Cuddy took a loss cookin' raw, but he shook it off\n  Boy, you know it cost to be the boss\n  You probably shouldn't talk, this a money convo\n  Pop out with a drum, eighty incendiaries, twenty hollows\n  Doggy bone my son, he seen me do it, I bet buddy follow\n  I ain't worried if the route hot, 'cause this punch Diablo, tuh\n  You ain't did nothin' with 'em, keep your wise words\n  Cat badge all up on the side, it make wide turns\n  Boy, I had a dub before I started growin' sideburns\n  Shippin' big packs, Titanic, my kit an iceberg\n  For most people, them be fightin' words, for me, they dyin' words\n  Heard they said I still ain't got it, shit, it ain't no \"I\" in hurt\n  Had a dollar and a dream, now I'm signin' shirts\n  Shit, you better have the cheese on you tryna buy a verse\n  The man, the myth, the legend\n  Unky said he need some grams, the mix, a blender\n  Need to open up the geek kit, fix my temper\n  What the fuck's a wintertime grind? Been on it since September\n  I might pop out with three hundred, R.I.P. Fredo Santana\n  Block hot as hell, fast whips, Dracos, bandanas\n  Porsche Panamera, oldheads had they era\n  Went around the world and seen it, now I'm back to McNamara\n  Off-white tee with graffiti, it look vandalized\n  Metal on me, blowin' zotty, lookin' like a samurai\n  Gold 41 with chocolate face, Ferrero Rocher\n  Shit, I'm runnin' to the top, you probably stare at the stairs\n  Let the fifty-rounder off, could probably scare off a bear\n  Think she that, only a seven when she wearin' some hair\n  Shoot the 40, watch it bounce around like Harrison Barnes\n  Think it's foreign off the look, this an American car\n  Ain't got love for you boys, ain't no sparrin' with y'all\n  He ain't never hit a shot, would throw a dart in the wall\n  Huh, I cannot really relate, we be bull's-eyein'\n  Know that they gon' charge him as a minor, young bull silent\n  Bullets look like egg rolls, he lucky he had duck sauce\n  You can learn a thousand lessons off of one loss\n  (Hey, SBDSM, long live $cams, ayy)\n  Hey, playin' with my pop, you think I'm makin' Kool-Aid (ayy)\n  Ayy, all he do is take L's, I'ma call him Mr. Cool J (hey)\n  Hey, designer swim trunks on stage, you would've thought it was a pool day (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I been drinkin' juice straight, fucked around and caught a toothache (hey, hey)\n  Hey, if that bag get put on you, it's your job to meet that due date (hey, hey)\n  Ayy, hoodie reads \"Hellstar,\" but the shoelaces say \"Shoelace\" (ayy, ayy)\n  Ayy, sayin' that the site dead, think you need to find a new base (hey, hey)\n  Hey, I ain't worried 'bout the hate, every day, I wake up, do great\n  (Every day, I wake up, do great regardless what they say, you know?)\n"}]