[{"id":14017387,"name":"Trap House (feat. Jadakiss)","trackName":"Trap House (feat. Jadakiss)","artistName":"Chinx","albumName":"Trap House (feat. Jadakiss)","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pistol on me, they say I shot him\nBlood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms\nMy car got that dope, surveillance camera be watchin'\nEvery move you niggas make\nThat's why that trap house keep 'em shottas\nI say that trap house do number everyday\nI say that trap house do number everyday\nI say that trap house do number everyday\nI say that trap house do number everyday\n\nTrap house doin' numbers, baking soda formulas\nGotta keep hammer that for my armor\nI heard you fuck niggas out here snitchin' you are informin'\nTrap house full of bricks, my couch Louis V garments\nYour bitch say that I'm charmin' that's cuz of all these charms\nSaddam, I got bombs, got more green than a farm\nThere go Quan checkin' and tellin' me [?] smellin' like oranges\nMoney bigger than enormous, groupie bitches still ignore us\nG5 still tour, y'all niggas ain't important\nMoney in my hand like ointment, just [?] pair of Jordans\nYou niggas wanna be Rich Homies, but do not have enough money\nLeopard I'm dress like Jumanji, shopin' in [?]\nOffset!\n\nTrap house have 'em stupid prices\nI don't know what you want, I'mma let you decide it\nNigga they can come on they own, they ain't gotta be invited\nCuz they the main a reason why a nigga on\nThey call me your highness, and they ain't gotta do that\nThey treat me different that's definition of a real nigga who gettin' it\nI got extra bitches no special bitches, can't show these hoes no attention\nBack on your bitch start feelin' herself, worryin' ' 'bout me, she killin' herself\nTellin' your friends you ain't needin' no help, but every time I your hand out for the [?]\nYou crazy gotta give that [?] back and a baby\nYour girl with the swag cookin' drugs so pure like the 80s\n[?] box still goin' crazy, hotbox I'm pullin' out daily\nEven though I made it, still walk around with that--","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trap House (feat. Jadakiss)\n  artist: Chinx\n  album: Trap House (feat. Jadakiss)\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pistol on me, they say I shot him\n  Blood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms\n  My car got that dope, surveillance camera be watchin'\n  Every move you niggas make\n  That's why that trap house keep 'em shottas\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n\n  Trap house doin' numbers, baking soda formulas\n  Gotta keep hammer that for my armor\n  I heard you fuck niggas out here snitchin' you are informin'\n  Trap house full of bricks, my couch Louis V garments\n  Your bitch say that I'm charmin' that's cuz of all these charms\n  Saddam, I got bombs, got more green than a farm\n  There go Quan checkin' and tellin' me [?] smellin' like oranges\n  Money bigger than enormous, groupie bitches still ignore us\n  G5 still tour, y'all niggas ain't important\n  Money in my hand like ointment, just [?] pair of Jordans\n  You niggas wanna be Rich Homies, but do not have enough money\n  Leopard I'm dress like Jumanji, shopin' in [?]\n  Offset!\n\n  Trap house have 'em stupid prices\n  I don't know what you want, I'mma let you decide it\n  Nigga they can come on they own, they ain't gotta be invited\n  Cuz they the main a reason why a nigga on\n  They call me your highness, and they ain't gotta do that\n  They treat me different that's definition of a real nigga who gettin' it\n  I got extra bitches no special bitches, can't show these hoes no attention\n  Back on your bitch start feelin' herself, worryin' ' 'bout me, she killin' herself\n  Tellin' your friends you ain't needin' no help, but every time I your hand out for the [?]\n  You crazy gotta give that [?] back and a baby\n  Your girl with the swag cookin' drugs so pure like the 80s\n  [?] box still goin' crazy, hotbox I'm pullin' out daily\n  Even though I made it, still walk around with that--\n"},{"id":14098016,"name":"Trap House (Clean)","trackName":"Trap House (Clean)","artistName":"Chinx","albumName":"XMiX Digital Single","duration":172.95995,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pistol on me, they say I shot him\nBlood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms\nMy car got that dope, surveillance camera be watchin'\nEvery move you niggas make\nThat's why that trap house keep 'em shottas\nI say that trap house do number everyday\nI say that trap house do number everyday\nI say that trap house do number everyday\nI say that trap house do number everyday\n\nTrap house doin' numbers, baking soda formulas\nGotta keep hammer that for my armor\nI heard you fuck niggas out here snitchin' you are informin'\nTrap house full of bricks, my couch Louis V garments\nYour bitch say that I'm charmin' that's cuz of all these charms\nSaddam, I got bombs, got more green than a farm\nThere go Quan checkin' and tellin' me [?] smellin' like oranges\nMoney bigger than enormous, groupie bitches still ignore us\nG5 still tour, y'all niggas ain't important\nMoney in my hand like ointment, just [?] pair of Jordans\nYou niggas wanna be Rich Homies, but do not have enough money\nLeopard I'm dress like Jumanji, shopin' in [?]\nOffset!\n\nTrap house have 'em stupid prices\nI don't know what you want, I'mma let you decide it\nNigga they can come on they own, they ain't gotta be invited\nCuz they the main a reason why a nigga on\nThey call me your highness, and they ain't gotta do that\nThey treat me different that's definition of a real nigga who gettin' it\nI got extra bitches no special bitches, can't show these hoes no attention\nBack on your bitch start feelin' herself, worryin' ' 'bout me, she killin' herself\nTellin' your friends you ain't needin' no help, but every time I your hand out for the [?]\nYou crazy gotta give that [?] back and a baby\nYour girl with the swag cookin' drugs so pure like the 80s\n[?] box still goin' crazy, hotbox I'm pullin' out daily\nEven though I made it, still walk around with that--","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trap House (Clean)\n  artist: Chinx\n  album: XMiX Digital Single\n  duration_ms: 172960\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pistol on me, they say I shot him\n  Blood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms\n  My car got that dope, surveillance camera be watchin'\n  Every move you niggas make\n  That's why that trap house keep 'em shottas\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n  I say that trap house do number everyday\n\n  Trap house doin' numbers, baking soda formulas\n  Gotta keep hammer that for my armor\n  I heard you fuck niggas out here snitchin' you are informin'\n  Trap house full of bricks, my couch Louis V garments\n  Your bitch say that I'm charmin' that's cuz of all these charms\n  Saddam, I got bombs, got more green than a farm\n  There go Quan checkin' and tellin' me [?] smellin' like oranges\n  Money bigger than enormous, groupie bitches still ignore us\n  G5 still tour, y'all niggas ain't important\n  Money in my hand like ointment, just [?] pair of Jordans\n  You niggas wanna be Rich Homies, but do not have enough money\n  Leopard I'm dress like Jumanji, shopin' in [?]\n  Offset!\n\n  Trap house have 'em stupid prices\n  I don't know what you want, I'mma let you decide it\n  Nigga they can come on they own, they ain't gotta be invited\n  Cuz they the main a reason why a nigga on\n  They call me your highness, and they ain't gotta do that\n  They treat me different that's definition of a real nigga who gettin' it\n  I got extra bitches no special bitches, can't show these hoes no attention\n  Back on your bitch start feelin' herself, worryin' ' 'bout me, she killin' herself\n  Tellin' your friends you ain't needin' no help, but every time I your hand out for the [?]\n  You crazy gotta give that [?] back and a baby\n  Your girl with the swag cookin' drugs so pure like the 80s\n  [?] box still goin' crazy, hotbox I'm pullin' out daily\n  Even though I made it, still walk around with that--\n"}]