[{"id":10534906,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"Rap Niggas","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.75] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.84] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.40] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.69] I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.42] 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:24.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: Rap Niggas\n  duration_ms: 165000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n  start_ms: 15230\n  end_ms: 17900\n- text: Bet he ain't even know it\n  start_ms: 17900\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 21150\n- text: He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n  start_ms: 21150\n  end_ms: 23020\n- text: These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n  start_ms: 23020\n  end_ms: 25100\n- text: Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n  start_ms: 25100\n  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Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":34003373,"name":"BigXthaPlug - Rap Niggas (Official Audio)","trackName":"BigXthaPlug - Rap Niggas (Official Audio)","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"BigXthaPlug Videos","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.99] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.23] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.12] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.07] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.12] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.33] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.24] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.03] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.29] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.30] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.29] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.16] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.26] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.13] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.24] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.24] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.02] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.17] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.08] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.90] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.04] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.90] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.07] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.26] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.07] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.08] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.90] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.34] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.24] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.31] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.26] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.38] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.26] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.39] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.27] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.35] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.28] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.92] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.32] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.28] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.37] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.24] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.36] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.25] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.34] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.70] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.86] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.41] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.87] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.73] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.89] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.91] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.54] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.72] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.81] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.46] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.66] I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.45] 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:23.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BigXthaPlug - 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Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":28295553,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug, Ro$ama","albumName":"Rap Niggas","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.99] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.23] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.12] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.07] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.12] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.33] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.24] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.03] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.29] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.30] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.29] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.16] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.26] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.13] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.24] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.24] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.02] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.17] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.08] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.90] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.04] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.90] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.07] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.26] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.07] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.08] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.90] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.34] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.24] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.31] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.26] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.38] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.26] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.39] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.27] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.35] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.28] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.92] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.32] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.28] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.37] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.24] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.36] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.25] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.34] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.70] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.86] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.41] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.87] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.73] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.89] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.91] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.54] 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Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":38828416,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug, Ro$ama","albumName":"Rap Niggas","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21]I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.99]Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.23]He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.12]He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.07]These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.12]Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.33]These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.24]I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.03]He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.29]He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.30]I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.29]Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.16]They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.26]I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.13]Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.24]Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.24]I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.02]I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.17]If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.08]Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.90]I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.04]I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.90]It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.07]No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.26]I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.07]Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.08]He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13]Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.90]I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33]Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21]Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02]I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03]Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.34]Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.24]Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.31]Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.26]Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.38]Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.26]I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.39]How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.27]Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.35]Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.28]Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34]Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.92]Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.32]Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.28]The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.37]1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.24]2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.36]2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.25]22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.34]22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.70]Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.86]Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.41]Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.87]In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.73]I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.89]Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.91]Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.54]I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.72]I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.81]Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.46]Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.66]I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.45]'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:23.62]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas\n  artist: BigXthaPlug, Ro$ama\n  album: Rap Niggas\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 17990\n- text: Bet he ain't even know it\n  start_ms: 17990\n  end_ms: 19230\n- text: He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 21120\n- text: He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n  start_ms: 21120\n  end_ms: 23070\n- text: These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n  start_ms: 23070\n  end_ms: 25120\n- text: Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n  start_ms: 25120\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: These niggas 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Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":11444479,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug feat. Ro$ama","albumName":"Rap Niggas","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.75] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.84] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.40] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.69] I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.42] 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:24.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas\n  artist: BigXthaPlug feat. 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Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":9581177,"name":"Rap Niggas (feat. Ro$ama)","trackName":"Rap Niggas (feat. 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Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.75] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.84] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.40] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.69] I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.42] 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:24.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas (feat. 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Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":14336559,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"unknown","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] 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Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":21486501,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"Big Stepper","duration":180.924082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] 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Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] 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They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.23] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.17] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.26] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.25] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.03] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.15] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.04] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.90] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.06] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.97] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.01] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.25] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.01] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my 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Go ask the devil\n[01:35.22] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.38] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.32] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.91] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.32] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.29] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.37] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.25] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.34] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.35] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.70] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.88] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.46] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.88] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.74] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.98] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.92] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.55] 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'em shop, we got gas for the low\n  Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n  I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n  I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n  If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n  Can't hit licks where you stay, so I'm back in the Grove\n  I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' 'bows\n  I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n  It's fifteen in the Sprinter with twenty-three poles\n  No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n  I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n  Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n  He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n  Shoulda went to that mall, I was strapped with my pole\n  I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n  Full of that gas, bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n  Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n  I'll still bet a dub on the ten or a four, ayy\n  Ro$ama been steppin'\n  10-7 Hoover, you know I been reppin'\n  Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n  Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n  Pilate my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n  Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n  I run with a TEC, hope they gettin' the message\n  Hottest young Crip nigga, go ask the devil\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  .45 on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on your head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on your head, then I'm makin' a call\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018, was down fuckin' with the Taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  2020, I was filing my taxes\n  2021, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n  Niggas told me to go far with this\n  Flow constipated, I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  Hook in my cup, my drink marvelous\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's Dunk on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F, now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's Dunk on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F, now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":9474318,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"Big Stepper","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] 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Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.20] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.98] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.28] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.04] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.19] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.34] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.09] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.25] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.23] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.22] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.14] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.28] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.14] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.28] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.24] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.04] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.19] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.09] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.04] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.91] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.03] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.26] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.05] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.06] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.10] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.96] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.30] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.30] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.06] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.08] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.37] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.22] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.32] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.27] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.36] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.24] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? 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Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? 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Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.99] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.23] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.12] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.07] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.12] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.33] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.24] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.03] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.29] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.30] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.29] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.16] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.26] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.13] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.24] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.24] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.02] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.17] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.08] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.90] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.04] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.90] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.07] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.26] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.07] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.08] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.90] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.34] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.24] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.31] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.26] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.38] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.26] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.39] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.27] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.35] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.28] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.92] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.32] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.28] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.37] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.24] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.36] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.25] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.34] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.70] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.86] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.41] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.87] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.73] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.89] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.91] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.54] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.72] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.81] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.46] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.66] I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.45] 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:23.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas\n  artist: BigXthaPlug; 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Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.99] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.23] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.12] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.07] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.12] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.33] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.24] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.03] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.29] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.30] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.29] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.16] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.26] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.13] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.24] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.24] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.02] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.17] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.08] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.90] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.04] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.90] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.07] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.26] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.07] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.08] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.90] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.34] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.24] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.31] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.26] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.38] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.26] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.39] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.27] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.35] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.28] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.92] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.32] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.28] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.37] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.24] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.36] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.25] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.34] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.70] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.86] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.41] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.87] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.73] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.89] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.91] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.54] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.72] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.81] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.46] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.66] I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.45] 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:23.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas\n  artist: BigXthaPlug; 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Go ask the devil\n  start_ms: 93390\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97350\n- text: Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  start_ms: 97350\n  end_ms: 99280\n- text: Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  start_ms: 99280\n  end_ms: 101340\n- text: Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  start_ms: 101340\n  end_ms: 102920\n- text: Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n  start_ms: 102920\n  end_ms: 105320\n- text: Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  start_ms: 105320\n  end_ms: 107280\n- text: The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  start_ms: 107280\n  end_ms: 109370\n- text: 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  start_ms: 109370\n  end_ms: 111240\n- text: 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  start_ms: 111240\n  end_ms: 113360\n- text: 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  start_ms: 113360\n  end_ms: 115250\n- text: 22, I was filing my taxes\n  start_ms: 115250\n  end_ms: 117340\n- text: 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n  start_ms: 117340\n  end_ms: 119700\n- text: Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  start_ms: 119700\n  end_ms: 121860\n- text: Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  start_ms: 121860\n  end_ms: 123410\n- text: Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  start_ms: 123410\n  end_ms: 125870\n- text: In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n  start_ms: 125870\n  end_ms: 127730\n- text: I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  start_ms: 127730\n  end_ms: 129890\n- text: Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  start_ms: 129890\n  end_ms: 131910\n- text: Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  start_ms: 131910\n  end_ms: 133540\n- text: I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n  start_ms: 133540\n  end_ms: 135720\n- text: I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  start_ms: 135720\n  end_ms: 137810\n- text: Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  start_ms: 137810\n  end_ms: 139460\n- text: Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  start_ms: 139460\n  end_ms: 141660\n- text: I'm not what a bitch want\n  start_ms: 141660\n  end_ms: 142450\n- text: '''Cause I''m what a bitch need (I do it)'\n  start_ms: 142450\n  end_ms: 143620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 143620\nplain: |-\n  I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n  Bet he ain't even know it\n  He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n  He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\n  These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n  Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n  These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n  I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\n  He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n  He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n  I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n  Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\n  They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n  I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n  Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n  Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\n  I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n  I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n  If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n  Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\n  I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n  I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n  It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n  No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\n  I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n  Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n  He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n  Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\n  I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n  Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n  Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n  I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\n  Rosama been steppin'\n  Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n  Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n  Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\n  Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n  Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n  I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n  How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"},{"id":30229407,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug\u0000\u0000","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles)\n\nAyy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.07] (Tony Coles)\n[00:12.45] Ayy\n[00:13.99] See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n[00:15.90] But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n[00:17.63] Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n[00:19.51] On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n[00:21.16] I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n[00:23.09] They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n[00:24.87] Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n[00:26.80] I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n[00:28.54] I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n[00:30.60] Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n[00:32.22] These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n[00:34.39] Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n[00:36.12] Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n[00:38.12] Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n[00:39.81] If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n[00:41.93] See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n[00:43.55] Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n[00:45.51] See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n[00:47.23] Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n[00:49.32] I got killers gon' step for the low\n[00:50.86] My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n[00:52.82] Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n[00:54.67] If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n[00:56.40] Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n[00:58.20] Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n[01:00.26] I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n[01:01.99] 'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n[01:03.89] Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n[01:05.65] I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n[01:07.85] Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n[01:09.35] Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n[01:11.45] Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n[01:13.45] And go talk about what's goin' on\n[01:15.18] In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n[01:16.65] He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n[01:18.71] Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n[01:20.48] If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n[01:22.22] One of one, I could never be cloned\n[01:24.03] I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n[01:26.24] That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n[01:27.97] Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n[01:30.18] 'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n[01:31.60] Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n[01:33.38] Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n[01:35.52] How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n[01:37.13] When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n[01:39.29] And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n[01:40.99] You already knew we was gon' jump in\n[01:42.41] But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n[01:44.21] Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n[01:46.06] 107 Hoover, you already know it\n[01:48.04] Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n[01:49.87] Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n[01:51.52] Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n[01:53.56] Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n[01:54.95] Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n[01:57.68] I could've took off his neck (what?)\n[01:58.98] 'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n[02:01.26] Could've got him walked down for a check\n[02:02.97] Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n[02:05.06] Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n[02:06.73] Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n[02:08.81] Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n[02:10.45] Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n[02:12.45] Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n[02:15.38] If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n[02:17.05] He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n[02:19.39] Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n[02:21.33] You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n[02:23.19] How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n[02:25.03] That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n[02:26.89] Bitch\n[02:28.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: \"BigXthaPlug\\0\\uFEFF\\0\\uFEFF\"\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tony Coles)\n  start_ms: 11070\n  end_ms: 12450\n- text: Ayy\n  start_ms: 12450\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  start_ms: 13990\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 26800\n- text: I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  start_ms: 26800\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 30600\n- text: Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  start_ms: 30600\n  end_ms: 32220\n- text: These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  start_ms: 32220\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39810\n- text: If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  start_ms: 39810\n  end_ms: 41930\n- text: See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 41930\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 45510\n- text: See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  start_ms: 45510\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: I got killers gon' step for the low\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 58200\n- text: Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  start_ms: 58200\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: '''Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin'' a pole'\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 63890\n- text: Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  start_ms: 63890\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: And go talk about what's goin' on\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 75180\n- text: In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  start_ms: 75180\n  end_ms: 76650\n- text: He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  start_ms: 76650\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: One of one, I could never be cloned\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84030\n- text: I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  start_ms: 84030\n  end_ms: 86240\n- text: That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  start_ms: 86240\n  end_ms: 87970\n- text: Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  start_ms: 87970\n  end_ms: 90180\n- text: '''Fore a nigga catch me slippin'' off drugs'\n  start_ms: 90180\n  end_ms: 91600\n- text: Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  start_ms: 91600\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? 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Shit, it cost the same thing\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 146890\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 146890\n  end_ms: 148660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148660\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles)\n\n  Ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":23254162,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles) ayy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles) ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch\n"},{"id":36745351,"name":"Rap Niggas (ChopNotSlop Remix)","trackName":"Rap Niggas (ChopNotSlop Remix)","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"Big Stepper (OG Ron C Chopped Not Slopped)","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(This another one)\nAyy, huh (ChopStars)\n\nI got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas\nHmm, bet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangster, I bet he won't\n\nI got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas\nHmm, bet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangster, I bet he won't\nI got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas\nHmm, bet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangster, I bet he won't— (Blow it, blow it)\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they ocean (They look like the ocean)\nFour in the Fanta, they callin' it potion (That potion)\nThese niggas sweet, they ocean (They ain't Frank Ocean)\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open (I seen he was open)\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe see me with bands, he know I was holdin' (What's up?)\n\nI hang with some Crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem Bloods, they be with me, they engine a blood (Them bloods)\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' 'bows\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show (Let's show it)\nTell T Wayne, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control (I'ma lose all control)\nI'm a big bitch, a big bitch, just lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come, but I'm stiffer than a ho (Than a ho)\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the sto'\nCan't hit licks where you stay, so I'm\nBack in the Grove (I'm back in the Grove)\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I started movin' 'bows\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I started rockin' shows (Shows)\nIt's fifteen in this Sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how it's gon' go (Big Jordan, big go)\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold him get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm tender, he sword through a ho\nShould've went to that mall, I was store on my pole (My pole)\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n\nFull of that gas, bitch, I'm ready\nTo smoke (Bitch, I'm ready to smoke)\nDump the whole clip, ain't no points to reload\nI'll still bet a dub on a four (A ten or a four, ayy)\n\nRosa, I'm a big stepper\n10-7 Hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamonds, they rough, I'ma cold under pressure\nPilates my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nReceivin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI roll with a TEC, hope they gettin' the message\nHottest young Crip, nigga, go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a dentist (Jehovah witness)\nFour-five on me like a bitch (That nigga bitchin')\nDot on your head like a sentence (He end up with a sentence)\nPut racks on your head, then I'm makin' a call\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the Gulag (Gulag)\nThe flyer, the rock, then the water (My dawg)\nMy dawgs, one K for the teeth and\nThem niggas still floss (Still floss)\nIn 2018, was \"Don't fuck with the Taliban\"\n\n2019, I was man as a mannequin\n'22, Oh, I was filin' my taxes\n'22, One start, I'm baggin' them bags, man, ayy\nNiggas told me to go far with this\n\nFlow constipated, I'm hard as shit\nStrapped while I shot 'til my target hit\n\nHook in my cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my Ghost 'cause it's dung on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as an elf, now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\nI walk on my Ghost 'cause it's dung on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as an elf, now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what 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'cause I started movin' 'bows\n[01:12.61] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I started rockin' shows (Shows)\n[01:15.08] It's fifteen in this Sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:17.50] No Jordan, but that's how it's gon' go (Big Jordan, big go)\n[01:20.15] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:22.35] Told him get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:24.75] He must think that I'm tender, he sword through a ho\n[01:27.15] Should've went to that mall, I was store on my pole (My pole)\n[01:29.58] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:32.32] Full of that gas, bitch, I'm ready\n[01:33.92] To smoke (Bitch, I'm ready to smoke)\n[01:34.73] Dump the whole clip, ain't no points to reload\n[01:36.88] I'll still bet a dub on a four (A ten or a four, ayy)\n[01:40.23] Rosa, I'm a big stepper\n[01:42.00] 10-7 Hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:44.42] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:46.83] Diamonds, they rough, I'ma cold under pressure\n[01:49.08] Pilates my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:51.47] Receivin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:53.95] I roll with a TEC, hope they gettin' the message\n[01:56.49] Hottest young Crip, nigga, go ask the devil\n[01:58.83] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[02:00.97] Pop up at the door like a dentist (Jehovah witness)\n[02:03.56] Four-five on me like a bitch (That nigga bitchin')\n[02:05.95] Dot on your head like a sentence (He end up with a sentence)\n[02:08.03] Put racks on your head, then I'm makin' a call\n[02:10.65] Warzone guns, send 'em to the Gulag (Gulag)\n[02:12.84] The flyer, the rock, then the water (My dawg)\n[02:15.10] My dawgs, one K for the teeth and\n[02:16.36] Them niggas still floss (Still floss)\n[02:17.47] In 2018, was \"Don't fuck with the Taliban\"\n[02:20.21] 2019, I was man as a mannequin\n[02:22.48] '22, Oh, I was filin' my taxes\n[02:24.85] '22, One start, I'm baggin' them bags, man, ayy\n[02:27.81] Niggas told me to go far with this\n[02:30.13] Flow constipated, I'm hard as shit\n[02:32.41] Strapped while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:34.87] Hook in my cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:37.09] I walk on my Ghost 'cause it's dung on my feet\n[02:39.49] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:41.50] Money tall as an elf, now they fuck with a G\n[02:43.72] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:46.23] I walk on my Ghost 'cause it's dung on my feet\n[02:48.78] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:50.75] Money tall as an elf, now they fuck with a G\n[02:58.04] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[03:00.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas (ChopNotSlop Remix)\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: Big Stepper (OG Ron C Chopped Not Slopped)\n  duration_ms: 181000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (This another one)\n  start_ms: 140\n  end_ms: 610\n- text: Ayy, huh (ChopStars)\n  start_ms: 610\n  end_ms: 3150\n- text: I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas\n  start_ms: 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(This another one)\n  Ayy, huh (ChopStars)\n\n  I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas\n  Hmm, bet he ain't even know it\n  He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n  He claim that he gangster, I bet he won't\n\n  I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas\n  Hmm, bet he ain't even know it\n  He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n  He claim that he gangster, I bet he won't\n  I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas\n  Hmm, bet he ain't even know it\n  He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n  He claim that he gangster, I bet he won't— (Blow it, blow it)\n\n  These diamonds, they water, they ocean (They look like the ocean)\n  Four in the Fanta, they callin' it potion (That potion)\n  These niggas sweet, they ocean (They ain't Frank Ocean)\n  I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open (I seen he was open)\n  He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n  He see me with bands, he know I was holdin' (What's up?)\n\n  I hang with some Crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n  Them Bloods, they be with me, they engine a blood (Them bloods)\n  They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' 'bows\n  I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show (Let's show it)\n  Tell T Wayne, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n\n  Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control (I'ma lose all control)\n  I'm a big bitch, a big bitch, just lean back, let it blow\n  I'm as big as they come, but I'm stiffer than a ho (Than a ho)\n  If I fall off today, then it's back to the sto'\n  Can't hit licks where you stay, so I'm\n  Back in the Grove (I'm back in the Grove)\n  I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I started movin' 'bows\n  I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I started rockin' shows (Shows)\n  It's fifteen in this Sprinter with twenty-three poles\n  No Jordan, but that's how it's gon' go (Big Jordan, big go)\n\n  I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n  Told him get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n  He must think that I'm tender, he sword through a ho\n  Should've went to that mall, I was store on my pole (My pole)\n  I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n\n  Full of that gas, bitch, I'm ready\n  To smoke (Bitch, I'm ready to smoke)\n  Dump the whole clip, ain't no points to reload\n  I'll still bet a dub on a four (A ten or a four, ayy)\n\n  Rosa, I'm a big stepper\n  10-7 Hoover, you know I been reppin'\n  Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n  Diamonds, they rough, I'ma cold under pressure\n  Pilates my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n  Receivin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n  I roll with a TEC, hope they gettin' the message\n  Hottest young Crip, nigga, go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a dentist (Jehovah witness)\n  Four-five on me like a bitch (That nigga bitchin')\n  Dot on your head like a sentence (He end up with a sentence)\n  Put racks on your head, then I'm makin' a call\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the Gulag (Gulag)\n  The flyer, the rock, then the water (My dawg)\n  My dawgs, one K for the teeth and\n  Them niggas still floss (Still floss)\n  In 2018, was \"Don't fuck with the Taliban\"\n\n  2019, I was man as a mannequin\n  '22, Oh, I was filin' my taxes\n  '22, One start, I'm baggin' them bags, man, ayy\n  Niggas told me to go far with this\n\n  Flow constipated, I'm hard as shit\n  Strapped while I shot 'til my target hit\n\n  Hook in my cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my Ghost 'cause it's dung on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as an elf, now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n  I walk on my Ghost 'cause it's dung on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as an elf, now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n"},{"id":25524038,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":167.42565,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles) ayy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 167426\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles) ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch\n"},{"id":10113557,"name":"Rap Niggas","trackName":"Rap Niggas","artistName":"BigXthaPlug feat. Ro$ama","albumName":"Big Stepper","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\nBet he ain't even know it\nHe say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\nHe claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\nThese diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\nFour in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\nThese niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\nI threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\nHe run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\nHe seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\nI hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\nThem bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\nThey call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\nI'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\nTell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\nNigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\nI'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\nI'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\nIf I fall off today, then it's back to the store\nCan't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\nI stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\nI stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\nIt's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\nNo Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\nI really know niggas get cake off a ho\nTold 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\nHe must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\nShoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\nI got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\nFull of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\nDumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\nI still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\nRosama been steppin'\nTen seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\nStones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\nDiamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\nPull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\nRecievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\nI run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\nHow this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\nRacks on me like I went and played tennis\nPop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\nFour-five on me like a nigga benchin'\nDot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\nPut racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\nWarzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\nThe fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n22, I was filing my taxes\n22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\nNiggas told me to go forward with this\nFlow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\nStrap while I shot 'til my target hit\nIn mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\nI walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\nFeelin' myself like I lost my keys\nMoney tall as a F now they fuck with a G\nI'm not what a bitch want\n'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.23] I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n[00:17.90] Bet he ain't even know it\n[00:19.27] He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n[00:21.15] He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n[00:23.02] These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n[00:25.10] Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n[00:27.35] These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n[00:29.21] I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n[00:31.07] He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n[00:33.21] He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n[00:35.27] I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n[00:37.28] Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n[00:39.19] They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n[00:41.27] I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n[00:43.10] Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n[00:45.23] Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n[00:47.21] I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n[00:49.01] I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n[00:51.18] If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n[00:53.00] Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n[00:54.95] I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n[00:57.05] I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n[00:58.95] It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n[01:01.05] No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n[01:03.28] I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n[01:05.02] Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n[01:06.03] He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n[01:09.13] Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n[01:10.98] I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n[01:13.33] Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n[01:15.21] Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n[01:17.02] I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n[01:20.03] Rosama been steppin'\n[01:21.38] Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n[01:23.27] Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n[01:25.35] Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n[01:27.29] Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n[01:29.33] Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n[01:31.27] I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n[01:33.36] How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n[01:35.25] Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n[01:37.33] Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n[01:39.25] Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n[01:41.34] Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n[01:42.90] Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n[01:45.36] Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n[01:47.27] The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n[01:49.31] 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n[01:51.28] 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n[01:53.35] 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n[01:55.21] 22, I was filing my taxes\n[01:57.33] 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n[01:59.71] Niggas told me to go forward with this\n[02:01.87] Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n[02:03.49] Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n[02:05.89] In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n[02:07.79] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:09.83] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:11.93] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:13.58] I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n[02:15.75] I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n[02:17.84] Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n[02:19.40] Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n[02:21.69] I'm not what a bitch want\n[02:22.42] 'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n[02:24.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas\n  artist: BigXthaPlug feat. 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Go ask the devil\n  start_ms: 93360\n  end_ms: 95250\n- text: Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  start_ms: 95250\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 99250\n- text: Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  start_ms: 99250\n  end_ms: 101340\n- text: Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  start_ms: 101340\n  end_ms: 102900\n- text: Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n  start_ms: 102900\n  end_ms: 105360\n- text: Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  start_ms: 105360\n  end_ms: 107270\n- text: The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  start_ms: 107270\n  end_ms: 109310\n- text: 1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  start_ms: 109310\n  end_ms: 111280\n- text: 2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  start_ms: 111280\n  end_ms: 113350\n- text: 2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  start_ms: 113350\n  end_ms: 115210\n- text: 22, I was filing my taxes\n  start_ms: 115210\n  end_ms: 117330\n- text: 22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n  start_ms: 117330\n  end_ms: 119710\n- text: Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  start_ms: 119710\n  end_ms: 121870\n- text: Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  start_ms: 121870\n  end_ms: 123490\n- text: Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  start_ms: 123490\n  end_ms: 125890\n- text: In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n  start_ms: 125890\n  end_ms: 127790\n- text: I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  start_ms: 127790\n  end_ms: 129830\n- text: Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  start_ms: 129830\n  end_ms: 131930\n- text: Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  start_ms: 131930\n  end_ms: 133580\n- text: I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n  start_ms: 133580\n  end_ms: 135750\n- text: I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  start_ms: 135750\n  end_ms: 137840\n- text: Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  start_ms: 137840\n  end_ms: 139400\n- text: Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  start_ms: 139400\n  end_ms: 141690\n- text: I'm not what a bitch want\n  start_ms: 141690\n  end_ms: 142420\n- text: '''Cause I''m what a bitch need (I do it)'\n  start_ms: 142420\n  end_ms: 144880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144880\nplain: |-\n  I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh\n  Bet he ain't even know it\n  He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it\n  He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it\n\n  These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean\n  Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion\n  These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean\n  I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open\n\n  He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?\n  He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'\n  I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders\n  Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it\n\n  They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls\n  I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show\n  Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low\n  Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control\n\n  I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow\n  I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho\n  If I fall off today, then it's back to the store\n  Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove\n\n  I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls\n  I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows\n  It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles\n  No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes\n\n  I really know niggas get cake off a ho\n  Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho\n  He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho\n  Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole\n\n  I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go\n  Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke\n  Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload\n  I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy\n\n  Rosama been steppin'\n  Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'\n  Stones on my wrist like I fuck with Rosetta\n  Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure\n\n  Pull out my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em\n  Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em\n  I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message\n  How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil\n\n  Racks on me like I went and played tennis\n  Pop up at the door like a Jehovah Witness\n  Four-five on me like a nigga benchin'\n  Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence\n  Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call\n\n  Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag\n  The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs\n  1K for the teeth and a nigga still floss\n  2018 was down fuckin' with the taliban\n  2019, I was stiff as a mannequin\n  22, I was filing my taxes\n  22, started bringin' them bags in, ayy\n\n  Niggas told me to go forward with this\n  Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit\n  Strap while I shot 'til my target hit\n  In mu cup, my drink marvelous\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need\n\n  I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet\n  Feelin' myself like I lost my keys\n  Money tall as a F now they fuck with a G\n  I'm not what a bitch want\n  'Cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)\n"}]