[{"id":16759036,"name":"Soul Cry","trackName":"Soul Cry","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"Soul Cry","duration":176.423,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n(People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (ha-ha-ha-ha)\n(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n(People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (aye, aye)\n\nAye, aye\nRemember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps\nYou know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap\nOut that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\nFound a room and I made it a trap\nWe was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n\nAyе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\nHear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\nCan't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\nThey pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\nI remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\nMan Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n\nTryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and nigga play fifty\nPlus I'ma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play, then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty\nUse to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany, bitch, she got caught, my new bitch hit differently\nRacks in my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'\nHe a hustler, I told him, \"I get it\", but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business\nI'ma street nigga, straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions\n\nI talk by myself, 'cause I never been friendly, I never like talkin' to niggas\nIf he run up on me, then he gon' see the light, I might have to white chalk me a nigga\nThirty shots in this mag while I'm fuckin' her face, I be cautious while we sit on red lights\nTen of us doin' numbers, I fucked her but somehow, we still hittin' licks, still the bread right\nIf he switch, he a bitch, I'm like, \"Fuck him\"\nTell my bro' do the hit, he gon' bust him\nI was thuggin' so hard, if the opps see a nigga with me, then they know not to touch him\n\nBroad day spark it out, It's whatever\nCheat on me, she ain't stupid she know better\nI'll tell her all that shit before I ball up my fist, I'll never hit a bitch, 'cause I know better\nYou be ready to off you a nigga\nIf a nigga touch you, then he dead right\nI come from the jungle, just speak up don't mumble, this smoke don't come free, it's a head price\nWe gon' pop up in that bitch if that bread right\n\nDuckin' and swervin' when we see the fed lights\nAnd I hope he come strap if he tryna come snatch, I'ma up from that bitch, let my leg strike\nHe get caught up, I know he gon' rat\nAnd them niggas he with, they some fed mice\nAin't fightin' no cases, I'm blessed to be free, I was riskin' my freedom like every night\nWho these niggas be thinkin' they foolin'?\n\nBitch, I grew up with you, I ain't like that\nWe was fightin' in the alleys, just bangin' with niggas, when y'all seen an opp yellin', \"Fight back?\"\nWe took his chain 'cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your ice back\nThey post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the opp run down, better strike that\nHe feel like he gangster, we pushin' his card, 'cause pussy, he know he ain't like that\nDon't come 'round here cappin' and thinkin' you hard, 'cause pussy, you can't get your life back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.46] (Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n[00:08.39] (People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (ha-ha-ha-ha)\n[00:15.79] (Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n[00:23.53] (People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (aye, aye)\n[00:28.56] Aye, aye\n[00:30.30] Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps\n[00:33.98] You know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap\n[00:37.78] Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\n[00:41.52] Found a room and I made it a trap\n[00:43.27] We was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n[00:45.11] Ayе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\n[00:49.15] Hear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\n[00:53.04] Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\n[00:56.66] They pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\n[01:00.68] I remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\n[01:04.38] Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n[01:08.04] Tryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and nigga play fifty\n[01:11.87] Plus I'ma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play, then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty\n[01:15.68] Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany, bitch, she got caught, my new bitch hit differently\n[01:19.59] Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'\n[01:22.53] He a hustler, I told him, \"I get it\", but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business\n[01:27.23] I'ma street nigga, straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions\n[01:31.69] I talk by myself, 'cause I never been friendly, I never like talkin' to niggas\n[01:35.47] If he run up on me, then he gon' see the light, I might have to white chalk me a nigga\n[01:39.22] Thirty shots in this mag while I'm fuckin' her face, I be cautious while we sit on red lights\n[01:42.98] Ten of us doin' numbers, I fucked her but somehow, we still hittin' licks, still the bread right\n[01:46.72] If he switch, he a bitch, I'm like, \"Fuck him\"\n[01:48.46] Tell my bro' do the hit, he gon' bust him\n[01:50.20] I was thuggin' so hard, if the opps see a nigga with me, then they know not to touch him\n[01:54.28] Broad day spark it out, It's whatever\n[01:56.04] Cheat on me, she ain't stupid she know better\n[01:58.06] I'll tell her all that shit before I ball up my fist, I'll never hit a bitch, 'cause I know better\n[02:01.96] You be ready to off you a nigga\n[02:04.02] If a nigga touch you, then he dead right\n[02:05.99] I come from the jungle, just speak up don't mumble, this smoke don't come free, it's a head price\n[02:09.63] We gon' pop up in that bitch if that bread right\n[02:11.72] Duckin' and swervin' when we see the fed lights\n[02:13.67] And I hope he come strap if he tryna come snatch, I'ma up from that bitch, let my leg strike\n[02:17.42] He get caught up, I know he gon' rat\n[02:19.03] And them niggas he with, they some fed mice\n[02:21.24] Ain't fightin' no cases, I'm blessed to be free, I was riskin' my freedom like every night\n[02:25.04] Who these niggas be thinkin' they foolin'?\n[02:26.90] Bitch, I grew up with you, I ain't like that\n[02:28.69] We was fightin' in the alleys, just bangin' with niggas, when y'all seen an opp yellin', \"Fight back?\"\n[02:32.80] We took his chain 'cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your ice back\n[02:36.26] They post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the opp run down, better strike that\n[02:40.46] He feel like he gangster, we pushin' his card, 'cause pussy, he know he ain't like that\n[02:44.23] Don't come 'round here cappin' and thinkin' you hard, 'cause pussy, you can't get your life back\n[02:48.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Cry\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: Soul Cry\n  duration_ms: 176423\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- 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aye\n  Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps\n  You know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap\n  Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\n  Found a room and I made it a trap\n  We was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n\n  Ayе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\n  Hear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\n  Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\n  They pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\n  I remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\n  Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n\n  Tryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and 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rap\nOut that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\nFound a room and I made it a trap\nWe was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n\nAyе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\nHear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\nCan't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\nThey pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\nI remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\nMan Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n\nTryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and nigga play fifty\nPlus I'ma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play, then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty\nUse to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany, bitch, she got caught, my new bitch hit differently\nRacks in my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'\nHe a hustler, I told him, \"I get it\", but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business\nI'ma street nigga, straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions\n\nI talk by myself, 'cause I never been friendly, I never like talkin' to niggas\nIf he run up on me, then he gon' see the light, I might have to white chalk me a nigga\nThirty shots in this mag while I'm fuckin' her face, I be cautious while we sit on red lights\nTen of us doin' numbers, I fucked her but somehow, we still hittin' licks, still the bread right\nIf he switch, he a bitch, I'm like, \"Fuck him\"\nTell my bro' do the hit, he gon' bust him\nI was thuggin' so hard, if the opps see a nigga with me, then they know not to touch him\n\nBroad day spark it out, It's whatever\nCheat on me, she ain't stupid she know better\nI'll tell her all that shit before I ball up my fist, I'll never hit a bitch, 'cause I know better\nYou be ready to off you a nigga\nIf a nigga touch you, then he dead right\nI come from the jungle, just speak up don't mumble, this smoke don't come free, it's a head price\nWe gon' pop up in that bitch if that bread right\n\nDuckin' and swervin' when we see the fed lights\nAnd I hope he come strap if he tryna come snatch, I'ma up from that bitch, let my leg strike\nHe get caught up, I know he gon' rat\nAnd them niggas he with, they some fed mice\nAin't fightin' no cases, I'm blessed to be free, I was riskin' my freedom like every night\nWho these niggas be thinkin' they foolin'?\n\nBitch, I grew up with you, I ain't like that\nWe was fightin' in the alleys, just bangin' with niggas, when y'all seen an opp yellin', \"Fight back?\"\nWe took his chain 'cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your ice back\nThey post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the opp run down, better strike that\nHe feel like he gangster, we pushin' his card, 'cause pussy, he know he ain't like that\nDon't come 'round here cappin' and thinkin' you hard, 'cause pussy, you can't get your life back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.50] (Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n[00:08.32] (People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (ha-ha-ha-ha)\n[00:15.79] (Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n[00:23.53] (People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (aye, aye)\n[00:28.58] Aye, aye\n[00:30.35] Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps\n[00:33.94] You know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap\n[00:37.77] Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\n[00:41.58] Found a room and I made it a trap\n[00:43.25] We was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n[00:45.17] Ayе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\n[00:49.16] Hear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\n[00:53.05] Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\n[00:56.67] They pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\n[01:00.63] I remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\n[01:04.40] Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n[01:08.03] Tryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and nigga play fifty\n[01:11.85] Plus I'ma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play, then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty\n[01:15.65] Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany, bitch, she got caught, my new bitch hit differently\n[01:19.59] Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'\n[01:22.53] He a hustler, I told him, \"I get it\", but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my 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her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (aye, aye)\n\n  Aye, aye\n  Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps\n  You know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap\n  Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\n  Found a room and I made it a trap\n  We was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n\n  Ayе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\n  Hear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\n  Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\n  They pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\n  I remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\n  Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n\n  Tryna tell 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gettin' it in we ain't even have straps\n[00:33.94] You know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap\n[00:37.77] Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\n[00:41.58] Found a room and I made it a trap\n[00:43.25] We was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n[00:45.17] Ayе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\n[00:49.16] Hear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\n[00:53.05] Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\n[00:56.67] They pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\n[01:00.63] I remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\n[01:04.40] Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n[01:08.03] Tryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and nigga play fifty\n[01:11.85] Plus I'ma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play, then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty\n[01:15.65] Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany, bitch, she got caught, my new bitch hit differently\n[01:19.59] Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'\n[01:22.53] He a hustler, I told him, \"I get it\", but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business\n[01:27.22] I'ma street nigga, straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions\n[01:31.65] I talk by myself, 'cause I never been friendly, I never like talkin' to niggas\n[01:35.41] If he run up on me, then he gon' see the light, I might have to white chalk me a nigga\n[01:39.28] Thirty shots in this mag while I'm fuckin' her face, I be cautious while we sit on red lights\n[01:42.98] Ten of us doin' numbers, I fucked her but somehow, we still hittin' licks, still the bread 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niggas he with, they some fed mice\n[02:21.24] Ain't fightin' no cases, I'm blessed to be free, I was riskin' my freedom like every night\n[02:25.04] Who these niggas be thinkin' they foolin'?\n[02:26.90] Bitch, I grew up with you, I ain't like that\n[02:28.69] We was fightin' in the alleys, just bangin' with niggas, when y'all seen an opp yellin', \"Fight back?\"\n[02:32.80] We took his chain 'cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your ice back\n[02:36.26] They post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the opp run down, better strike that\n[02:40.46] He feel like he gangster, we pushin' his card, 'cause pussy, he know he ain't like that\n[02:44.23] Don't come 'round here cappin' and thinkin' you hard, 'cause pussy, you can't get your life back\n[02:48.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Soul Cry (feat. 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end_ms: 146900\n- text: Bitch, I grew up with you, I ain't like that\n  start_ms: 146900\n  end_ms: 148690\n- text: We was fightin' in the alleys, just bangin' with niggas, when y'all seen an opp yellin', \"Fight back?\"\n  start_ms: 148690\n  end_ms: 152800\n- text: We took his chain 'cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your ice back\n  start_ms: 152800\n  end_ms: 156260\n- text: They post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the opp run down, better strike that\n  start_ms: 156260\n  end_ms: 160460\n- text: He feel like he gangster, we pushin' his card, 'cause pussy, he know he ain't like that\n  start_ms: 160460\n  end_ms: 164230\n- text: Don't come 'round here cappin' and thinkin' you hard, 'cause pussy, you can't get your life back\n  start_ms: 164230\n  end_ms: 168050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 168050\nplain: |-\n  (Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n  (People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (ha-ha-ha-ha)\n  (Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)\n  (People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (aye, aye)\n\n  Aye, aye\n  Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps\n  You know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap\n  Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab\n  Found a room and I made it a trap\n  We was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house\n\n  Ayе, see these niggas they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around\n  Hear some niggas, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground\n  Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me\n  They pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me\n  I remember I had that little 30, but then I said, \"Fuck it\" and got me a 50\n  Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, \"Go on and take it, get out of here with me\"\n\n  Tryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and nigga play fifty\n  Plus I'ma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play, then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty\n  Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany, bitch, she got caught, my new bitch hit differently\n  Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'\n  He a hustler, I told him, \"I get it\", but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business\n  I'ma street nigga, straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions\n\n  I talk by myself, 'cause I never been friendly, I never like talkin' to niggas\n  If he run up on me, then he gon' see the light, I might have to white chalk me a nigga\n  Thirty shots in this mag while I'm fuckin' her face, I be cautious while we sit on red lights\n  Ten of us doin' numbers, I fucked her but somehow, we still hittin' licks, still the bread right\n  If he switch, he a bitch, I'm like, \"Fuck him\"\n  Tell my bro' do the hit, he gon' bust him\n  I was thuggin' so hard, if the opps see a nigga with me, then they know not to touch him\n\n  Broad day spark it out, It's whatever\n  Cheat on me, she ain't stupid she know better\n  I'll tell her all that shit before I ball up my fist, I'll never hit a bitch, 'cause I know better\n  You be ready to off you a nigga\n  If a nigga touch you, then he dead right\n  I come from the jungle, just speak up don't mumble, this smoke don't come free, it's a head price\n  We gon' pop up in that bitch if that bread right\n\n  Duckin' and swervin' when we see the fed lights\n  And I hope he come strap if he tryna come snatch, I'ma up from that bitch, let my leg strike\n  He get caught up, I know he gon' rat\n  And them niggas he with, they some fed mice\n  Ain't fightin' no cases, I'm blessed to be free, I was riskin' my freedom like every night\n  Who these niggas be thinkin' they foolin'?\n\n  Bitch, I grew up with you, I ain't like that\n  We was fightin' in the alleys, just bangin' with niggas, when y'all seen an opp yellin', \"Fight back?\"\n  We took his chain 'cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your ice back\n  They post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the opp run down, better strike that\n  He feel like he gangster, we pushin' his card, 'cause pussy, he know he ain't like that\n  Don't come 'round here cappin' and thinkin' you hard, 'cause pussy, you can't get your life back\n"}]