[{"id":14448574,"name":"Elevators (Feat. Buddy & Polye","trackName":"Elevators (Feat. Buddy & Polye","artistName":"Chuck Inglish","albumName":"Convertibles","duration":314.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check me out, uh\nWith her and her, yea you and her\nIn the Jeep, couple G's, gripped a couple turns\nI need to see it first, best believe it works\nYou want designer purses but that ain't how it work\nNot me, not a drop of thirst baby\nIn the club cutting cake, it's a nigga birthday\nPop the Dom P bottle bruh need to celebrate\nBut don't act like we in the spot tryna chase\nGive her space, if we like it then we let you know\nGirlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll\nShe like it then I like then we rent a boat\nCouple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both\nWith the bathrobe on in my shower shoes\nMatch the Grant Hills up with the Fila suit\nReal live nigga rap and you see it too\nTesla coupe went the scenic route\n\nGirl, no need to hide it\nYou know you like it\nGirl quit yo playing\nJust cut the game\n\nGirl, I does it\nYou know you love it\nGirl quit complaining\nJust cut the game\n\nGon' and bring it over here to me\nC'mon, c'mon, c'mon\nAnd gon' and bring it over here to me\nC'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n\nYou know how it is, you know how I do\nI'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof\nGoing swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew\nBring your friends, we can pop for a few\nSeconds, I reckon we can all get loose\nPop the Pino, pop the Goose\nOh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two\nGirl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new\nYou one of them chicks that like to twerk alone\nPage a pimp when you wanna get it on\nAnd make it quick, I'm finna hit the road\nSlide, ride, skippity skip\nI turn water to wine, girl don't trip\nWhat's your sign, I go with all of them\nIn the game I'm above the rim\n\nNow all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders\nGrinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars\nGo ahead and pop yo collars\nAs I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth\nKicking it with G's in a whip\nShe handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip\nLet me slip into yo creez for a bit\nI hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it\nHand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast\nAnd yea I know you petite but it don't matter cause I know you a freak\nSo won't you gon' and let a nigga put it down, down, down\nHope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town\nGirl I love it every time you make that sound, sound, sound, pow, pow\nBaby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound... pound\nNow, I'm hitting it from the back\nOw, she liking it like that\nBow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous\nSee Chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Elevators (Feat. Buddy & Polye\n  artist: Chuck Inglish\n  album: Convertibles\n  duration_ms: 314000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check me out, uh\n  With her and her, yea you and her\n  In the Jeep, couple G's, gripped a couple turns\n  I need to see it first, best believe it works\n  You want designer purses but that ain't how it work\n  Not me, not a drop of thirst baby\n  In the club cutting cake, it's a nigga birthday\n  Pop the Dom P bottle bruh need to celebrate\n  But don't act like we in the spot tryna chase\n  Give her space, if we like it then we let you know\n  Girlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll\n  She like it then I like then we rent a boat\n  Couple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both\n  With the bathrobe on in my shower shoes\n  Match the Grant Hills up with the Fila suit\n  Real live nigga rap and you see it too\n  Tesla coupe went the scenic route\n\n  Girl, no need to hide it\n  You know you like it\n  Girl quit yo playing\n  Just cut the game\n\n  Girl, I does it\n  You know you love it\n  Girl quit complaining\n  Just cut the game\n\n  Gon' and bring it over here to me\n  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n  And gon' and bring it over here to me\n  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  You know how it is, you know how I do\n  I'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof\n  Going swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew\n  Bring your friends, we can pop for a few\n  Seconds, I reckon we can all get loose\n  Pop the Pino, pop the Goose\n  Oh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two\n  Girl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new\n  You one of them chicks that like to twerk alone\n  Page a pimp when you wanna get it on\n  And make it quick, I'm finna hit the road\n  Slide, ride, skippity skip\n  I turn water to wine, girl don't trip\n  What's your sign, I go with all of them\n  In the game I'm above the rim\n\n  Now all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders\n  Grinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars\n  Go ahead and pop yo collars\n  As I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth\n  Kicking it with G's in a whip\n  She handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip\n  Let me slip into yo creez for a bit\n  I hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it\n  Hand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast\n  And yea I know you petite but it don't matter cause I know you a freak\n  So won't you gon' and let a nigga put it down, down, down\n  Hope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town\n  Girl I love it every time you make that sound, sound, sound, pow, pow\n  Baby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound... pound\n  Now, I'm hitting it from the back\n  Ow, she liking it like that\n  Bow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous\n  See Chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this\n"},{"id":30042640,"name":"Elevators (Feat. Buddy & Polyester The Saint)","trackName":"Elevators (Feat. Buddy & Polyester The Saint)","artistName":"Chuck Inglish","albumName":"Convertibles","duration":314.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check me out, uh\nWith her and her, yea you and her\nIn the Jeep, couple G's, gripped a couple turns\nI need to see it first, best believe it works\nYou want designer purses but that ain't how it work\nNot me, not a drop of thirst baby\nIn the club cutting cake, it's a nigga birthday\nPop the Dom P bottle bruh need to celebrate\nBut don't act like we in the spot tryna chase\nGive her space, if we like it then we let you know\nGirlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll\nShe like it then I like then we rent a boat\nCouple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both\nWith the bathrobe on in my shower shoes\nMatch the Grant Hills up with the Fila suit\nReal live nigga rap and you see it too\nTesla coupe went the scenic route\n\nGirl, no need to hide it\nYou know you like it\nGirl quit yo playing\nJust cut the game\n\nGirl, I does it\nYou know you love it\nGirl quit complaining\nJust cut the game\n\nGon' and bring it over here to me\nC'mon, c'mon, c'mon\nAnd gon' and bring it over here to me\nC'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n\nYou know how it is, you know how I do\nI'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof\nGoing swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew\nBring your friends, we can pop for a few\nSeconds, I reckon we can all get loose\nPop the Pino, pop the Goose\nOh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two\nGirl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new\nYou one of them chicks that like to twerk alone\nPage a pimp when you wanna get it on\nAnd make it quick, I'm finna hit the road\nSlide, ride, skippity skip\nI turn water to wine, girl don't trip\nWhat's your sign, I go with all of them\nIn the game I'm above the rim\n\nNow all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders\nGrinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars\nGo ahead and pop yo collars\nAs I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth\nKicking it with G's in a whip\nShe handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip\nLet me slip into yo creez for a bit\nI hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it\nHand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast\nAnd yea I know you petite but it don't matter cause I know you a freak\nSo won't you gon' and let a nigga put it down, down, down\nHope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town\nGirl I love it every time you make that sound, sound, sound, pow, pow\nBaby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound... pound\nNow, I'm hitting it from the back\nOw, she liking it like that\nBow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous\nSee Chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Elevators (Feat. Buddy & Polyester The Saint)\n  artist: Chuck Inglish\n  album: Convertibles\n  duration_ms: 314000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check me out, uh\n  With her and her, yea you and her\n  In the Jeep, couple G's, gripped a couple turns\n  I need to see it first, best believe it works\n  You want designer purses but that ain't how it work\n  Not me, not a drop of thirst baby\n  In the club cutting cake, it's a nigga birthday\n  Pop the Dom P bottle bruh need to celebrate\n  But don't act like we in the spot tryna chase\n  Give her space, if we like it then we let you know\n  Girlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll\n  She like it then I like then we rent a boat\n  Couple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both\n  With the bathrobe on in my shower shoes\n  Match the Grant Hills up with the Fila suit\n  Real live nigga rap and you see it too\n  Tesla coupe went the scenic route\n\n  Girl, no need to hide it\n  You know you like it\n  Girl quit yo playing\n  Just cut the game\n\n  Girl, I does it\n  You know you love it\n  Girl quit complaining\n  Just cut the game\n\n  Gon' and bring it over here to me\n  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n  And gon' and bring it over here to me\n  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  You know how it is, you know how I do\n  I'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof\n  Going swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew\n  Bring your friends, we can pop for a few\n  Seconds, I reckon we can all get loose\n  Pop the Pino, pop the Goose\n  Oh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two\n  Girl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new\n  You one of them chicks that like to twerk alone\n  Page a pimp when you wanna get it on\n  And make it quick, I'm finna hit the road\n  Slide, ride, skippity skip\n  I turn water to wine, girl don't trip\n  What's your sign, I go with all of them\n  In the game I'm above the rim\n\n  Now all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders\n  Grinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars\n  Go ahead and pop yo collars\n  As I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth\n  Kicking it with G's in a whip\n  She handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip\n  Let me slip into yo creez for a bit\n  I hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it\n  Hand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast\n  And yea I know you petite but it don't matter cause I know you a freak\n  So won't you gon' and let a nigga put it down, down, down\n  Hope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town\n  Girl I love it every time you make that sound, sound, sound, pow, pow\n  Baby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound... pound\n  Now, I'm hitting it from the back\n  Ow, she liking it like that\n  Bow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous\n  See Chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this\n"},{"id":10242988,"name":"Elevators","trackName":"Elevators","artistName":"Chuck Inglish feat. Buddy & Polyester the Saint","albumName":"Convertibles","duration":314.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check me out, uh\nWith her and her, yea you and her\nIn the Jeep, couple G's, gripped a couple turns\nI need to see it first, best believe it works\nYou want designer purses but that ain't how it work\nNot me, not a drop of thirst baby\nIn the club cutting cake, it's a nigga birthday\nPop the Dom P bottle bruh need to celebrate\nBut don't act like we in the spot tryna chase\nGive her space, if we like it then we let you know\nGirlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll\nShe like it then I like then we rent a boat\nCouple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both\nWith the bathrobe on in my shower shoes\nMatch the Grant Hills up with the Fila suit\nReal live nigga rap and you see it too\nTesla coupe went the scenic route\n\nGirl, no need to hide it\nYou know you like it\nGirl quit yo playing\nJust cut the game\n\nGirl, I does it\nYou know you love it\nGirl quit complaining\nJust cut the game\n\nGon' and bring it over here to me\nC'mon, c'mon, c'mon\nAnd gon' and bring it over here to me\nC'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n\nYou know how it is, you know how I do\nI'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof\nGoing swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew\nBring your friends, we can pop for a few\nSeconds, I reckon we can all get loose\nPop the Pino, pop the Goose\nOh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two\nGirl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new\nYou one of them chicks that like to twerk alone\nPage a pimp when you wanna get it on\nAnd make it quick, I'm finna hit the road\nSlide, ride, skippity skip\nI turn water to wine, girl don't trip\nWhat's your sign, I go with all of them\nIn the game I'm above the rim\n\nNow all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders\nGrinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars\nGo ahead and pop yo collars\nAs I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth\nKicking it with G's in a whip\nShe handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip\nLet me slip into yo creez for a bit\nI hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it\nHand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast\nAnd yea I know you petite but it don't matter cause I know you a freak\nSo won't you gon' and let a nigga put it down, down, down\nHope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town\nGirl I love it every time you make that sound, sound, sound, pow, pow\nBaby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound... pound\nNow, I'm hitting it from the back\nOw, she liking it like that\nBow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous\nSee Chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Elevators\n  artist: Chuck Inglish feat. Buddy & Polyester the Saint\n  album: Convertibles\n  duration_ms: 314000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check me out, uh\n  With her and her, yea you and her\n  In the Jeep, couple G's, gripped a couple turns\n  I need to see it first, best believe it works\n  You want designer purses but that ain't how it work\n  Not me, not a drop of thirst baby\n  In the club cutting cake, it's a nigga birthday\n  Pop the Dom P bottle bruh need to celebrate\n  But don't act like we in the spot tryna chase\n  Give her space, if we like it then we let you know\n  Girlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll\n  She like it then I like then we rent a boat\n  Couple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both\n  With the bathrobe on in my shower shoes\n  Match the Grant Hills up with the Fila suit\n  Real live nigga rap and you see it too\n  Tesla coupe went the scenic route\n\n  Girl, no need to hide it\n  You know you like it\n  Girl quit yo playing\n  Just cut the game\n\n  Girl, I does it\n  You know you love it\n  Girl quit complaining\n  Just cut the game\n\n  Gon' and bring it over here to me\n  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n  And gon' and bring it over here to me\n  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  You know how it is, you know how I do\n  I'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof\n  Going swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew\n  Bring your friends, we can pop for a few\n  Seconds, I reckon we can all get loose\n  Pop the Pino, pop the Goose\n  Oh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two\n  Girl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new\n  You one of them chicks that like to twerk alone\n  Page a pimp when you wanna get it on\n  And make it quick, I'm finna hit the road\n  Slide, ride, skippity skip\n  I turn water to wine, girl don't trip\n  What's your sign, I go with all of them\n  In the game I'm above the rim\n\n  Now all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders\n  Grinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars\n  Go ahead and pop yo collars\n  As I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth\n  Kicking it with G's in a whip\n  She handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip\n  Let me slip into yo creez for a bit\n  I hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it\n  Hand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast\n  And yea I know you petite but it don't matter cause I know you a freak\n  So won't you gon' and let a nigga put it down, down, down\n  Hope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town\n  Girl I love it every time you make that sound, sound, sound, pow, pow\n  Baby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound... pound\n  Now, I'm hitting it from the back\n  Ow, she liking it like that\n  Bow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous\n  See Chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this\n"}]