[{"id":25264466,"name":"Disperse","trackName":"Disperse","artistName":"Consequence","albumName":"Don't Quit Your Day Job","duration":281.1333376,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let me hear you say\n(Hey)\nGet money\n(Hey)\n\nGet money\n(Hey)\nGet money\n(Hey)\n\nGet money\n(Hey)\nGet money\n(Hey)\nNow let's go\n\n'Cause when worse come to worse, my people's come first\nSo if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\nI know I never should've bought that tease the purse, uhh\n\nBut homie, that's what happens when your dick in the dirt\nAnd I guess that's what happens when you're with someone first\nAnd you on the East side between 2nd and 1st\nAnd you pull up on the stop, and she dressed as a nurse\nAnd you tell her all the things you mighta hear it in a verse\nIt's surprisin' to you, man the scribbly works\n\nSo she gives you all her numbers plus her name in a chirp\nAnd you made sure it's right when you hit the alert\nThen you call her up tomorrow and you scoop her from work\nThen you bring her round the way and the crew go berserk\n\nNow the only question left is really who's goin' first\nAnd if you can't find a condom then you gon' search\nAnd by the time you get back shorty way more than burp\nAnd she done buttoned up her blouse, and pulled up her skirt\nAnd now you ask her what's wrong, and what went wrong\nIf you can't get at Con' then you really ain't a don\n\nNow she yellin' out, \"Cons, you played yourself\nI wish the playa that I met woulda stayed hisself\"\nWhat made me say to myself, I need to drop this chick off\n'Fore the police at the door and they lockin' me off\n'Cause you know she's testifyin' like a Christian in church\nSo I ain't have no other choice but tell the chick disperse\n\nGin, Coronas in Pamona with Mona\nFrom them shots on quarters, pneumonia\nUp there they warned ya, about girl I put it on ya\nLet me mack you down in this corner\nLook like the type that look good in the mornin'\nE'ry time we bonin' you moanin'\n\nLove they way I fuck you, have you tellin' your homies\nTryin' to have shit on lock like the police\nGet mad when the other hoe know me\nPlus it's 'cause they lovin' my goatee, 'fore we was drivin' slowly\nWent to the West, tryin' to ball like Kobe\nIn the cold bras, was all our trophies\n\nPeppermint girl in the show piece\nLookin' at that bitch low-key in the oldies\nLove the way them lips is perfect, if you ain't tryin' to show me\nBaby, you can start dispersin', this shit ain't workin'\n\nThe venue's sold out, know I'm 'bout to snap\nThree rows from the front, two seats to the back\nHit her with a pass, courtesy of the man\nKick it with the stars, bring a couple of friends\nLet you meet 'Ye, yeah that's the fam\nTrack 14, that's your favorite jam?\n\nDamn, I'm in town for the night\nTake a sip of the potion and let's get right\nInto some role play, be wifey\nNo paper, no charm, I autograph your tee\nSpotted you on stage dancin' all freaky\nNow you're in the back, actin' shy tweakin'\n\nThis ain't, 'Meet The Parents', what the hell you thinkin'?\nThis ain't the church and I ain't the deacon\nDamn, I'm tryin' to get you out them boots\nAnd say the first thing on my mind like Luke\nSit back, and chill with the crew\nInstead you got your mind on my money and my loot\n\nTalkin' 'bout \"I came back to kick it\nLet's exchange digits, fly me in, I'll visit\"\nCool out, you gotta be kiddin'\nBut leave your rich parents on the table, now beat it\n\nWorse comes to worse, my peoples come first\n(Hey)\nIf you ain't bustin' down\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\n\nDisperse\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\n\n'Cause when worse come to worse, my peoples come first\n(Uh)\nSo if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse, please disperse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Disperse\n  artist: Consequence\n  album: Don't Quit Your Day Job\n  duration_ms: 281133\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let me hear you say\n  (Hey)\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n  Now let's go\n\n  'Cause when worse come to worse, my people's come first\n  So if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  I know I never should've bought that tease the purse, uhh\n\n  But homie, that's what happens when your dick in the dirt\n  And I guess that's what happens when you're with someone first\n  And you on the East side between 2nd and 1st\n  And you pull up on the stop, and she dressed as a nurse\n  And you tell her all the things you mighta hear it in a verse\n  It's surprisin' to you, man the scribbly works\n\n  So she gives you all her numbers plus her name in a chirp\n  And you made sure it's right when you hit the alert\n  Then you call her up tomorrow and you scoop her from work\n  Then you bring her round the way and the crew go berserk\n\n  Now the only question left is really who's goin' first\n  And if you can't find a condom then you gon' search\n  And by the time you get back shorty way more than burp\n  And she done buttoned up her blouse, and pulled up her skirt\n  And now you ask her what's wrong, and what went wrong\n  If you can't get at Con' then you really ain't a don\n\n  Now she yellin' out, \"Cons, you played yourself\n  I wish the playa that I met woulda stayed hisself\"\n  What made me say to myself, I need to drop this chick off\n  'Fore the police at the door and they lockin' me off\n  'Cause you know she's testifyin' like a Christian in church\n  So I ain't have no other choice but tell the chick disperse\n\n  Gin, Coronas in Pamona with Mona\n  From them shots on quarters, pneumonia\n  Up there they warned ya, about girl I put it on ya\n  Let me mack you down in this corner\n  Look like the type that look good in the mornin'\n  E'ry time we bonin' you moanin'\n\n  Love they way I fuck you, have you tellin' your homies\n  Tryin' to have shit on lock like the police\n  Get mad when the other hoe know me\n  Plus it's 'cause they lovin' my goatee, 'fore we was drivin' slowly\n  Went to the West, tryin' to ball like Kobe\n  In the cold bras, was all our trophies\n\n  Peppermint girl in the show piece\n  Lookin' at that bitch low-key in the oldies\n  Love the way them lips is perfect, if you ain't tryin' to show me\n  Baby, you can start dispersin', this shit ain't workin'\n\n  The venue's sold out, know I'm 'bout to snap\n  Three rows from the front, two seats to the back\n  Hit her with a pass, courtesy of the man\n  Kick it with the stars, bring a couple of friends\n  Let you meet 'Ye, yeah that's the fam\n  Track 14, that's your favorite jam?\n\n  Damn, I'm in town for the night\n  Take a sip of the potion and let's get right\n  Into some role play, be wifey\n  No paper, no charm, I autograph your tee\n  Spotted you on stage dancin' all freaky\n  Now you're in the back, actin' shy tweakin'\n\n  This ain't, 'Meet The Parents', what the hell you thinkin'?\n  This ain't the church and I ain't the deacon\n  Damn, I'm tryin' to get you out them boots\n  And say the first thing on my mind like Luke\n  Sit back, and chill with the crew\n  Instead you got your mind on my money and my loot\n\n  Talkin' 'bout \"I came back to kick it\n  Let's exchange digits, fly me in, I'll visit\"\n  Cool out, you gotta be kiddin'\n  But leave your rich parents on the table, now beat it\n\n  Worse comes to worse, my peoples come first\n  (Hey)\n  If you ain't bustin' down\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n\n  'Cause when worse come to worse, my peoples come first\n  (Uh)\n  So if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse, please 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GLC & Really Doe\n  artist: Consequence\n  album: Don't Quit Your Day Job!\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let me hear you say\n  (Hey)\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n  Get money\n  (Hey)\n  Now let's go\n\n  'Cause when worse come to worse, my people's come first\n  So if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  I know I never should've bought that tease the purse, uhh\n\n  But homie, that's what happens when your dick in the dirt\n  And I guess that's what happens when you're with someone first\n  And you on the East side between 2nd and 1st\n  And you pull up on the stop, and she dressed as a nurse\n  And you tell her all the things you mighta hear it in a verse\n  It's surprisin' to you, man the scribbly works\n\n  So she gives you all her numbers plus her name in a chirp\n  And you made sure it's right when you hit the alert\n  Then you call her up tomorrow and you scoop her from work\n  Then you bring her round the way and the crew go berserk\n\n  Now the only question left is really who's goin' first\n  And if you can't find a condom then you gon' search\n  And by the time you get back shorty way more than burp\n  And she done buttoned up her blouse, and pulled up her skirt\n  And now you ask her what's wrong, and what went wrong\n  If you can't get at Con' then you really ain't a don\n\n  Now she yellin' out, \"Cons, you played yourself\n  I wish the playa that I met woulda stayed hisself\"\n  What made me say to myself, I need to drop this chick off\n  'Fore the police at the door and they lockin' me off\n  'Cause you know she's testifyin' like a Christian in church\n  So I ain't have no other choice but tell the chick disperse\n\n  Gin, Coronas in Pamona with Mona\n  From them shots on quarters, pneumonia\n  Up there they warned ya, about girl I put it on ya\n  Let me mack you down in this corner\n  Look like the type that look good in the mornin'\n  E'ry time we bonin' you moanin'\n\n  Love they way I fuck you, have you tellin' your homies\n  Tryin' to have shit on lock like the police\n  Get mad when the other hoe know me\n  Plus it's 'cause they lovin' my goatee, 'fore we was drivin' slowly\n  Went to the West, tryin' to ball like Kobe\n  In the cold bras, was all our trophies\n\n  Peppermint girl in the show piece\n  Lookin' at that bitch low-key in the oldies\n  Love the way them lips is perfect, if you ain't tryin' to show me\n  Baby, you can start dispersin', this shit ain't workin'\n\n  The venue's sold out, know I'm 'bout to snap\n  Three rows from the front, two seats to the back\n  Hit her with a pass, courtesy of the man\n  Kick it with the stars, bring a couple of friends\n  Let you meet 'Ye, yeah that's the fam\n  Track 14, that's your favorite jam?\n\n  Damn, I'm in town for the night\n  Take a sip of the potion and let's get right\n  Into some role play, be wifey\n  No paper, no charm, I autograph your tee\n  Spotted you on stage dancin' all freaky\n  Now you're in the back, actin' shy tweakin'\n\n  This ain't, 'Meet The Parents', what the hell you thinkin'?\n  This ain't the church and I ain't the deacon\n  Damn, I'm tryin' to get you out them boots\n  And say the first thing on my mind like Luke\n  Sit back, and chill with the crew\n  Instead you got your mind on my money and my loot\n\n  Talkin' 'bout \"I came back to kick it\n  Let's exchange digits, fly me in, I'll visit\"\n  Cool out, you gotta be kiddin'\n  But leave your rich parents on the table, now beat it\n\n  Worse comes to worse, my peoples come first\n  (Hey)\n  If you ain't bustin' down\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n  Disperse\n  (Hey)\n\n  'Cause when worse come to worse, my peoples come first\n  (Uh)\n  So if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse\n  (Uh)\n  Please disperse, please disperse\n"},{"id":286415,"name":"Disperse","trackName":"Disperse","artistName":"Consequence feat. 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works\n\n  So she gives you all her numbers plus her name in a chirp\n  And you made sure it's right when you hit the alert\n  Then you call her up tomorrow and you scoop her from work\n  Then you bring her round the way and the crew go berserk\n\n  Now the only question left is really who's goin' first\n  And if you can't find a condom then you gon' search\n  And by the time you get back shorty way more than burp\n  And she done buttoned up her blouse, and pulled up her skirt\n  And now you ask her what's wrong, and what went wrong\n  If you can't get at Con' then you really ain't a don\n\n  Now she yellin' out, \"Cons, you played yourself\n  I wish the playa that I met woulda stayed hisself\"\n  What made me say to myself, I need to drop this chick off\n  'Fore the police at the door and they lockin' me off\n  'Cause you know she's testifyin' like a Christian in church\n  So I ain't have no other choice but tell the chick disperse\n\n  Gin, Coronas in Pamona with Mona\n  From them shots on quarters, pneumonia\n  Up there they warned ya, about girl I put it on ya\n  Let me mack you down in this corner\n  Look like the type that look good in the mornin'\n  E'ry time we bonin' you moanin'\n\n  Love they way I fuck you, have you tellin' your homies\n  Tryin' to have shit on lock like the police\n  Get mad when the other hoe know me\n  Plus it's 'cause they lovin' my goatee, 'fore we was drivin' slowly\n  Went to the West, tryin' to ball like Kobe\n  In the cold bras, was all our trophies\n\n  Peppermint girl in the show piece\n  Lookin' at that bitch low-key in the oldies\n  Love the way them lips is perfect, if you ain't tryin' to show me\n  Baby, you can start dispersin', this shit ain't workin'\n\n  The venue's sold out, know I'm 'bout to snap\n  Three rows from the front, two seats to the back\n  Hit her with a pass, courtesy of the man\n  Kick it with the stars, bring a couple of friends\n  Let you meet 'Ye, yeah that's the fam\n  Track 14, that's your favorite 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please disperse\n  (uh)\n  Please disperse (uh) please disperse (uh)\n  Please disperse, please disperse\n"},{"id":14015672,"name":"Disperse (feat. 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Crisis; Really Doe","albumName":"Dont Quit Your Day Job","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let me hear you say\n(Hey)\nGet money\n(Hey)\n\nGet money\n(Hey)\nGet money\n(Hey)\n\nGet money\n(Hey)\nGet money\n(Hey)\nNow let's go\n\n'Cause when worse come to worse, my people's come first\nSo if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\nI know I never should've bought that tease the purse, uhh\n\nBut homie, that's what happens when your dick in the dirt\nAnd I guess that's what happens when you're with someone first\nAnd you on the East side between 2nd and 1st\nAnd you pull up on the stop, and she dressed as a nurse\nAnd you tell her all the things you mighta hear it in a verse\nIt's surprisin' to you, man the scribbly works\n\nSo she gives you all her numbers plus her name in a chirp\nAnd you made sure it's right when you hit the alert\nThen you call her up tomorrow and you scoop her from work\nThen you bring her round the way and the crew go berserk\n\nNow the only question left is really who's goin' first\nAnd if you can't find a condom then you gon' search\nAnd by the time you get back shorty way more than burp\nAnd she done buttoned up her blouse, and pulled up her skirt\nAnd now you ask her what's wrong, and what went wrong\nIf you can't get at Con' then you really ain't a don\n\nNow she yellin' out, \"Cons, you played yourself\nI wish the playa that I met woulda stayed hisself\"\nWhat made me say to myself, I need to drop this chick off\n'Fore the police at the door and they lockin' me off\n'Cause you know she's testifyin' like a Christian in church\nSo I ain't have no other choice but tell the chick disperse\n\nGin, Coronas in Pamona with Mona\nFrom them shots on quarters, pneumonia\nUp there they warned ya, about girl I put it on ya\nLet me mack you down in this corner\nLook like the type that look good in the mornin'\nE'ry time we bonin' you moanin'\n\nLove they way I fuck you, have you tellin' your homies\nTryin' to have shit on lock like the police\nGet mad when the other hoe know me\nPlus it's 'cause they lovin' my goatee, 'fore we was drivin' slowly\nWent to the West, tryin' to ball like Kobe\nIn the cold bras, was all our trophies\n\nPeppermint girl in the show piece\nLookin' at that bitch low-key in the oldies\nLove the way them lips is perfect, if you ain't tryin' to show me\nBaby, you can start dispersin', this shit ain't workin'\n\nThe venue's sold out, know I'm 'bout to snap\nThree rows from the front, two seats to the back\nHit her with a pass, courtesy of the man\nKick it with the stars, bring a couple of friends\nLet you meet 'Ye, yeah that's the fam\nTrack 14, that's your favorite jam?\n\nDamn, I'm in town for the night\nTake a sip of the potion and let's get right\nInto some role play, be wifey\nNo paper, no charm, I autograph your tee\nSpotted you on stage dancin' all freaky\nNow you're in the back, actin' shy tweakin'\n\nThis ain't, 'Meet The Parents', what the hell you thinkin'?\nThis ain't the church and I ain't the deacon\nDamn, I'm tryin' to get you out them boots\nAnd say the first thing on my mind like Luke\nSit back, and chill with the crew\nInstead you got your mind on my money and my loot\n\nTalkin' 'bout \"I came back to kick it\nLet's exchange digits, fly me in, I'll visit\"\nCool out, you gotta be kiddin'\nBut leave your rich parents on the table, now beat it\n\nWorse comes to worse, my peoples come first\n(Hey)\nIf you ain't bustin' down\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\n\nDisperse\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\nDisperse\n(Hey)\n\n'Cause when worse come to worse, my peoples come first\n(Uh)\nSo if you ain't bustin' down, please disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse\n(Uh)\nPlease disperse, please disperse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Disperse (feat. 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