[{"id":29454102,"name":"CENTRAL CEE - ICEMAN FREESTYLE (MUSIC VIDEO)","trackName":"CENTRAL CEE - ICEMAN FREESTYLE (MUSIC VIDEO)","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Central Cee Songs","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\nPopped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\nI get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\nIt was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know 'cause he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient\", but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it, uh\n\nI state simple facts, should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back, I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap, it's true, I don't wanna put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks, cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag, but every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags, you could tell it was me from the engine, skrrt\nAnd I love sophisticated slags, petitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags, she don't believe that I come from dirt\n\nCould take you back to the exact traps, cats are still there, you would hear them purr\nGive the green light to the gang, they'll crash, and ring the alarm, see everyone purge\nWe don't spare no one, even mums and dads, if I give the command, see everyone hurt\nWhere the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n\nPull up to your party when everyone burst, you came in a wagon and left in a (ha)\nSerious hate for 'em boys, they boil my blood\nMy gang consists of loyalist thugs, that bitch gotta go, she annoyin' as fuck\nThey're babies, throwin' their toys at the pram, they're big men, but they still ain't grown up\n\nIf your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\nWe're alive and well, and we're still on top\nSold out, but I still got more in stock\nI don't see nobody else but us\n\nIf you wanna compete, put your best foot forward, I look forward to it\nI swear on my life, all the talk is borin', no, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawin' board, I'm drawin', back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the 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juxtaposition\n[00:41.60] He had a chain, but I didn't even know 'cause he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n[00:44.80] I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient\", but they still rush to the riches\n[00:48.74] And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it, uh\n[00:51.67] I state simple facts, should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n[00:54.97] My ex wants me to ring her back, I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n[00:57.99] I don't mind if they think it's cap, it's true, I don't wanna put them in the dirt\n[01:01.22] If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks, cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n[01:04.59] Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag, but every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n[01:08.29] Horses only, I don't drive Jags, you could tell it was me from the engine, skrrt\n[01:11.17] And I love sophisticated slags, petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n[01:13.94] Born to be rich, but I came from rags, she 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put your best foot forward, I look forward to it\n[01:59.00] I swear on my life, all the talk is borin', no, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n[02:02.36] Back to the drawin' board, I'm drawin', back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n[02:05.44] Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n[02:08.95] I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n[02:11.58] I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n[02:14.68] Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n[02:18.14] I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n[02:21.08] I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n[02:24.68] We had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\n[02:28.28] I'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife, 'cause I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\n[02:31.14] I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\n[02:34.54] I 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paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n  Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n  I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n  I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n  We had the drop but the young G aborted, 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tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\nI state simple facts\nShould I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back\nI missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap\nIt's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from 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swear on my life, all the talk is boring\nNo, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\nBack bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\nWe had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\nI'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\nI told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\nI thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\nMy bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\nAnd he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\nEverything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ICEMAN FREESTYLE\n  artist: Central Cee\n  album: ICEMAN FREESTYLE\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that 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FREESTYLE","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\nPopped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\nI get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\nIt was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\nI state simple facts\nShould I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back\nI missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap\nIt's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from dirt\nCould take you back to the exact traps\nCats are still there, you would hear them purr\nGive the green light to the gang, they'll crash\nAnd ring the alarm, see everyone purge\nWe don't spare no one, even mums and dads\nIf I give the command, see everyone hurt\nWhere the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\nPull up to your party when everyone burst\nYou came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\nSerious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\nMy gang consists of loyalist thugs\nThat bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\nThey're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\nThey're big men but they still ain't grown up\nYou might also like\nSLAUGHTER\nCentral Cee & J Hus\nDC-10\nCentral Cee\nSizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\nDrake\n[Interlude]\nIf your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\nWe're alive and well and we're still on top\nSold out but I still got more in stock\nI don't see nobody else but us\n\nIf you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\nI look forward to it\nI swear on my life, all the talk is boring\nNo, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\nBack bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\nWe had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't 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phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n  Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n  I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n  I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n  We had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\n  I'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\n  I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\n  I thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\n  My bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\n  And he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\n  Everything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets\n"},{"id":34532044,"name":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","trackName":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Central Cee","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\nPopped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\nI get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\nIt was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the 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get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n  Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n  I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n  I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n  We had the drop but the young G aborted, 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tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\nI state simple facts\nShould I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back\nI missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap\nIt's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from 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(Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n  Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n  I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n  I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n  We had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\n  I'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\n  I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\n  I thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\n  My bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\n  And he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\n  Everything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets\n"},{"id":32020418,"name":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","trackName":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Video Songs","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\nPopped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\nI get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\nIt was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\nI state simple facts\nShould I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back\nI missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap\nIt's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from dirt\nCould take you back to the exact traps\nCats are still there, you would hear them purr\nGive the green light to the gang, they'll crash\nAnd ring the alarm, see everyone purge\nWe don't spare no one, even mums and dads\nIf I give the command, see everyone hurt\nWhere the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\nPull up to your party when everyone burst\nYou came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\nSerious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\nMy gang consists of loyalist thugs\nThat bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\nThey're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\nThey're big men but they still ain't grown up\nYou might also like\nSLAUGHTER\nCentral Cee & J Hus\nDC-10\nCentral Cee\nSizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\nDrake\n[Interlude]\nIf your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\nWe're alive and well and we're still on top\nSold out but I still got more in stock\nI don't see nobody else but us\n\nIf you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\nI look forward to it\nI swear on my life, all the talk is boring\nNo, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\nBack bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\nWe had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\nI'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\nI told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\nI thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\nMy bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\nAnd he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\nEverything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ICEMAN FREESTYLE\n  artist: Central Cee\n  album: Video Songs\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n  Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n  I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n  I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n  We had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\n  I'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\n  I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\n  I thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\n  My bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\n  And he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\n  Everything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets\n"},{"id":33787581,"name":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","trackName":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Unknown","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\nPopped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\nI get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\nIt was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\nI state simple facts\nShould I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back\nI missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap\nIt's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from dirt\nCould take you back to the exact traps\nCats are still there, you would hear them purr\nGive the green light to the gang, they'll crash\nAnd ring the alarm, see everyone purge\nWe don't spare no one, even mums and dads\nIf I give the command, see everyone hurt\nWhere the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\nPull up to your party when everyone burst\nYou came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\nSerious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\nMy gang consists of loyalist thugs\nThat bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\nThey're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\nThey're big men but they still ain't grown up\nYou might also like\nSLAUGHTER\nCentral Cee & J Hus\nDC-10\nCentral Cee\nSizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\nDrake\n[Interlude]\nIf your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\nWe're alive and well and we're still on top\nSold out but I still got more in stock\nI don't see nobody else but us\n\nIf you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\nI look forward to it\nI swear on my life, all the talk is boring\nNo, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\nBack bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\nWe had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\nI'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\nI told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\nI thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\nMy bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\nAnd he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\nEverything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ICEMAN FREESTYLE\n  artist: Central Cee\n  album: Unknown\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n  Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n  I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n  I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n  We had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\n  I'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\n  I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\n  I thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\n  My bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\n  And he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\n  Everything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets\n"},{"id":34918226,"name":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","trackName":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Rap Bangers","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\nPopped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\nI get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\nIt was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\nI state simple facts\nShould I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back\nI missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap\nIt's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from dirt\nCould take you back to the exact traps\nCats are still there, you would hear them purr\nGive the green light to the gang, they'll crash\nAnd ring the alarm, see everyone purge\nWe don't spare no one, even mums and dads\nIf I give the command, see everyone hurt\nWhere the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\nPull up to your party when everyone burst\nYou came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\nSerious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\nMy gang consists of loyalist thugs\nThat bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\nThey're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\nThey're big men but they still ain't grown up\nYou might also like\nSLAUGHTER\nCentral Cee & J Hus\nDC-10\nCentral Cee\nSizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\nDrake\n[Interlude]\nIf your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\nWe're alive and well and we're still on top\nSold out but I still got more in stock\nI don't see nobody else but us\n\nIf you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\nI look forward to it\nI swear on my life, all the talk is boring\nNo, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\nBack bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\nWe had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\nI'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\nI told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\nI thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\nMy bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\nAnd he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\nEverything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ICEMAN FREESTYLE\n  artist: Central Cee\n  album: Rap Bangers\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm 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racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from dirt\nCould take you back to the exact traps\nCats are still there, you would hear them purr\nGive the green light to the gang, they'll crash\nAnd ring the alarm, see everyone purge\nWe don't spare no one, even mums and dads\nIf I give the command, see everyone hurt\nWhere the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\nPull up to your party when everyone burst\nYou came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\nSerious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\nMy gang consists of loyalist thugs\nThat bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\nThey're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\nThey're big men but they still ain't grown up\nYou might also like\nSLAUGHTER\nCentral Cee & J Hus\nDC-10\nCentral Cee\nSizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\nDrake\n[Interlude]\nIf your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\nWe're alive and well and we're still on top\nSold out but I still got more in stock\nI don't see nobody else but us\n\nIf you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\nI look forward to it\nI swear on my life, all the talk is boring\nNo, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\nBack bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\nWe had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\nI'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\nI told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\nI thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\nMy bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\nAnd he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\nEverything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ICEMAN FREESTYLE\n  artist: Central Cee\n  album: ALL ROADS LEAD HOME\n  duration_ms: 183000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n  I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\n  Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\n  I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\n  I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\n  We had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\n  I'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\n  I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\n  I thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\n  My bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\n  And he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\n  Everything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets\n"},{"id":35386149,"name":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","trackName":"ICEMAN FREESTYLE","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"ALL ROADS LEAD HOME","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\nPopped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\nI get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\nIt was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\nMan are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\nHe had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\nI told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\nAnd all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\nI state simple facts\nShould I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\nMy ex wants me to ring her back\nI missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\nI don't mind if they think it's cap\nIt's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\nIf you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\nCool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\nEvery time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\nBut every other day I gotta buy her a purse\nHorses only, I don't drive Jags\nYou could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\nAnd I love sophisticated slags\nPetitest waist with the miniest skirt\nBorn to be rich, but I came from rags\nShe don't believe that I come from dirt\nCould take you back to the exact traps\nCats are still there, you would hear them purr\nGive the green light to the gang, they'll crash\nAnd ring the alarm, see everyone purge\nWe don't spare no one, even mums and dads\nIf I give the command, see everyone hurt\nWhere the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\nPull up to your party when everyone burst\nYou came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\nSerious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\nMy gang consists of loyalist thugs\nThat bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\nThey're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\nThey're big men but they still ain't grown up\nYou might also like\nSLAUGHTER\nCentral Cee & J Hus\nDC-10\nCentral Cee\nSizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\nDrake\n[Interlude]\nIf your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\nWe're alive and well and we're still on top\nSold out but I still got more in stock\nI don't see nobody else but us\n\nIf you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\nI look forward to it\nI swear on my life, all the talk is boring\nNo, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\nBack to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\nBack bein' single again, I'm whorin'\nTook a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\nI'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\nI'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important\nGot a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him\nI'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance\nI never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position\nWe had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission\nI'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife cah I'm paid like I play for the Pistons\nI told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission\nI thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies\nMy bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese\nAnd he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B\nEverything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ICEMAN FREESTYLE\n  artist: Central Cee\n  album: ALL ROADS LEAD HOME\n  duration_ms: 169000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible\n  Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable\n  I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible\n  It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical\n  Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition\n  He had a chain, but I didn't even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden\n  I told man, \"If you wanna be great, be patient,\" but they still rush to the riches\n  And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)\n  I state simple facts\n  Should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might 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I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?\n  My ex wants me to ring her back\n  I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb\n  I don't mind if they think it's cap\n  It's true, I don't want to put them in the dirt\n  If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks\n  Cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse\n  Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag\n  But every other day I gotta buy her a purse\n  Horses only, I don't drive Jags\n  You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)\n  And I love sophisticated slags\n  Petitest waist with the miniest skirt\n  Born to be rich, but I came from rags\n  She don't believe that I come from dirt\n  Could take you back to the exact traps\n  Cats are still there, you would hear them purr\n  Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash\n  And ring the alarm, see everyone purge\n  We don't spare no one, even mums and dads\n  If I give the command, see everyone hurt\n  Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?\n  Pull up to your party when everyone burst\n  You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)\n  Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood\n  My gang consists of loyalist thugs\n  That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck\n  They're babies, throwin' their toys out the pram\n  They're big men but they still ain't grown up\n  You might also like\n  SLAUGHTER\n  Central Cee & J Hus\n  DC-10\n  Central Cee\n  Sizin’ Me Up (Spicy Hot)*\n  Drake\n  [Interlude]\n  If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm\n  We're alive and well and we're still on top\n  Sold out but I still got more in stock\n  I don't see nobody else but us\n\n  If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward\n  I look forward to it\n  I swear on my life, all the talk is boring\n  No, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'\n  Back to the drawing board, I'm drawin'\n  Back bein' single again, I'm whorin'\n  Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'\n  I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him\n 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