[{"id":30405108,"name":"Spaghettii","trackName":"Spaghettii","artistName":"Beyoncé X  Linda Martell X Shaboozey","albumName":"Beyonce - Cowboy Carter","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?\nYes, they are\nThat Beyoncé Virgo shit\nIn theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand\nBut in practice, well, some may feel confined\nI swear for God is 'bout to hit it\nJeeze, oh, ah\nWoop\nRight\nRight, ah, oh\n\nI ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang\nAt the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, damn it, damn it\nAnd I'm still on your head, cornrows, damn it, damn it\nThey call me the captain, the catwalk assassin\nWhen they know it's slappin', then here come the yappin'\nAll of the snitchin', and all of this bitchin'\n\nJust a fishin' expedition, dumb admission\nIn the kitchen cookin' up them chickens\nExtra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it\nCunty, country, petty, petty, petty\nAll the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti\nNo sauce, no sauce, ugh\nToo soft, too soft, ugh\nThey salty, they shootin', like Curry\nOne hand on my holster, then pass it to Hova\n\nThought it was sweet when they was walkin'\nIn the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes\nNow we on a mission, tried to turn me to the opposition\nI'm appalled 'bout the proposition\nY'all been played by the plagiaristic\nAin't gon' give no clout addiction my attention\nI ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for\n\nI ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang\n(They still love your flame, ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart)\nI ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang\n(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)\nCome get everythin' you came for\n\nAyy, howl to the moon (howl to the moon)\nHowl to the moon\nOutlaws with me, they gon' shoot\nKeep the code, break the rules (break the rules)\nWe gon' ride for every member that we lose\nSomeone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who\nPlay it cool\nKnow the lawman watchin' me every time I move\nBounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes\nNo matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?\n[00:08.65] Yes, they are\n[00:09.80] That Beyoncé Virgo shit\n[00:12.43] In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand\n[00:17.64] But in practice, well, some may feel confined\n[00:23.46] I swear for God is 'bout to hit it\n[00:30.45] \n[00:33.39] Jeeze, oh, ah\n[00:34.28] Woop\n[00:34.28] Right\n[00:36.20] Right, ah, oh\n[00:39.86] I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang\n[00:43.74] At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, damn it, damn it\n[00:47.49] And I'm still on your head, cornrows, damn it, damn it\n[00:51.19] They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin\n[00:53.03] When they know it's slappin', then here come the yappin'\n[00:55.00] All of the snitchin', and all of this bitchin'\n[00:56.76] Just a fishin' expedition, dumb admission\n[00:58.69] In the kitchen cookin' up them chickens\n[01:00.17] Extra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it\n[01:02.19] Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty\n[01:03.64] All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti\n[01:05.60] No sauce, no sauce, ugh\n[01:07.51] Too soft, too soft, ugh\n[01:09.30] They salty, they shootin', like Curry\n[01:10.51] One hand on my holster, then pass it to Hova\n[01:12.42] Thought it was sweet when they was walkin'\n[01:14.00] In the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes\n[01:16.13] Now we on a mission, tried to turn me to the opposition\n[01:18.65] I'm appalled 'bout the proposition\n[01:20.40] Y'all been played by the plagiaristic\n[01:22.02] Ain't gon' give no clout addiction my attention\n[01:24.12] I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for\n[01:27.85] I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang\n[01:31.32] (They still love your flame, ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart)\n[01:35.16] I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang\n[01:39.80] (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)\n[01:48.19] Come get everythin' you came for\n[01:59.05] Ayy, howl to the moon (howl to the moon)\n[02:01.58] Howl to the moon\n[02:03.39] Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot\n[02:05.15] Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules)\n[02:07.94] We gon' ride for every member that we lose\n[02:11.04] Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who\n[02:17.14] Play it cool\n[02:18.54] Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move\n[02:22.38] Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes\n[02:25.74] No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth\n[02:28.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spaghettii\n  artist: Beyoncé X  Linda Martell X Shaboozey\n  album: Beyonce - Cowboy Carter\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?\n  start_ms: 4470\n  end_ms: 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Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes\n  No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth\n"},{"id":7656909,"name":"SPAGHETTII","trackName":"SPAGHETTII","artistName":"Beyoncé","albumName":"COWBOY CARTER","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they? 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Howl to the moon\n  Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot\n  Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules)\n  We gon' ride for every member that we lose\n  Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who\n  Play it cool\n  Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move\n  Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes\n  No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth\n"},{"id":34452889,"name":"SPAGHETTII","trackName":"SPAGHETTII","artistName":"Beyoncé, Linda Martell, Shaboozey","albumName":"COWBOY CARTER","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?\nYes, they are\nThat Beyoncé Virgo shit\nIn theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand\nBut in practice, well, some may feel confined\nI swear for God is 'bout to hit it\nJeeze, oh, ah\nWoop\nRight\nRight, ah, oh\n\nI ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang\nAt the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, damn it, damn it\nAnd 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