[{"id":5933317,"name":"Ymcmb Mmg","trackName":"Ymcmb Mmg","artistName":"Cory Gunz","albumName":"Son of a Gun","duration":120.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stare is blank when the trigger face\nLil nigga with a bigger base\nKnow me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now\nI'll make 2012 with a number dial\nTalking that shit; don't know who they rapping with\nPause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks\nI turn the booth to a maggot pit\nShe appear when I wave the david banner wrist\nGettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home\nShe's bitchin her dog is back with another bone\nHollar for a dollar, to swallow back\nI'm booking face, my network is social\nYoung money, cash money, we coach who coach you\nSlow up them protools with them loco vocals\nWhat you know to, don't do, nigga\nI'm your go-tos, go-to\nPlot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too\nFire, I will smoke you\nTie, any man, bear hand choke you\nSilence is what I go to\nViolent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist\nFind the burner and they solving the case\nMurder in the place, let is dislove in his waist\nI don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play\nGet your pops, get popped, nigga pop off\nGet a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off\nGlock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off\nGet clocked, when it tick, get tocked off\nBlock niggas, by the block when it's blocked off\n\nSwat looking for the yatch when is docked off\nIn the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause\nAnd when the waps stop then ya top off\n\nYmcmb doublem g, you know me\nOld school flow like kool mo dee\nCoastal flow, I move low key\nMake a move ot\nGet a brick for the low\n95 south get a chick that would go\nEvery 36 let the bitch get an o\nI put it in the hood that bitch better snow\nIn the middle of summer, do numbers\nNiggas better run from us that, front us\nThat mac-10 with a drummer, they want us\nTell them niggas run up, get done up\nWhen that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping\nThat shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum\nAnd I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on\n30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on\nI go loud around the neck give em a heavy one\nAnd niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on\nNightmare on you record labels\nI tell em put the dirty money on the other table\nYou ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money\nThat martin luther king, I had a dream money\nI can tell you niggas never seen money\nWe sellin white girl, gettin christine money\nAguilera, I'm in the panorama\nNiggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em\n\nI know these niggas looking, I can't see em though\n\nMy daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though\n\nThey call me, mister \"fuck a nigga\" I don't need a ho\nCause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up\nI'm gone!\n\nBitch!\n\nI'm gone!\n\nMmg ymcmg","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ymcmb Mmg\n  artist: Cory Gunz\n  album: Son of a Gun\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stare is blank when the trigger face\n  Lil nigga with a bigger base\n  Know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now\n  I'll make 2012 with a number dial\n  Talking that shit; don't know who they rapping with\n  Pause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks\n  I turn the booth to a maggot pit\n  She appear when I wave the david banner wrist\n  Gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home\n  She's bitchin her dog is back with another bone\n  Hollar for a dollar, to swallow back\n  I'm booking face, my network is social\n  Young money, cash money, we coach who coach you\n  Slow up them protools with them loco vocals\n  What you know to, don't do, nigga\n  I'm your go-tos, go-to\n  Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too\n  Fire, I will smoke you\n  Tie, any man, bear hand choke you\n  Silence is what I go to\n  Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist\n  Find the burner and they solving the case\n  Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist\n  I don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play\n  Get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off\n  Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off\n  Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off\n  Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off\n  Block niggas, by the block when it's blocked off\n\n  Swat looking for the yatch when is docked off\n  In the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause\n  And when the waps stop then ya top off\n\n  Ymcmb doublem g, you know me\n  Old school flow like kool mo dee\n  Coastal flow, I move low key\n  Make a move ot\n  Get a brick for the low\n  95 south get a chick that would go\n  Every 36 let the bitch get an o\n  I put it in the hood that bitch better snow\n  In the middle of summer, do numbers\n  Niggas better run from us that, front us\n  That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us\n  Tell them niggas run up, get done up\n  When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping\n  That shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum\n  And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on\n  30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on\n  I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one\n  And niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on\n  Nightmare on you record labels\n  I tell em put the dirty money on the other table\n  You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money\n  That martin luther king, I had a dream money\n  I can tell you niggas never seen money\n  We sellin white girl, gettin christine money\n  Aguilera, I'm in the panorama\n  Niggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em\n\n  I know these niggas looking, I can't see em though\n\n  My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though\n\n  They call me, mister \"fuck a nigga\" I don't need a ho\n  Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up\n  I'm gone!\n\n  Bitch!\n\n  I'm gone!\n\n  Mmg ymcmg\n"},{"id":5933318,"name":"Ymcmb Mmg","trackName":"Ymcmb Mmg","artistName":"Cory Gunz & Meek Mill","albumName":"Son of a Gun","duration":120.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stare is blank when the trigger face\nLil nigga with a bigger base\nKnow me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now\nI'll make 2012 with a number dial\nTalking that shit; don't know who they rapping with\nPause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks\nI turn the booth to a maggot pit\nShe appear when I wave the david banner wrist\nGettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home\nShe's bitchin her dog is back with another bone\nHollar for a dollar, to swallow back\nI'm booking face, my network is social\nYoung money, cash money, we coach who coach you\nSlow up them protools with them loco vocals\nWhat you know to, don't do, nigga\nI'm your go-tos, go-to\nPlot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too\nFire, I will smoke you\nTie, any man, bear hand choke you\nSilence is what I go to\nViolent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist\nFind the burner and they solving the case\nMurder in the place, let is dislove in his waist\nI don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play\nGet your pops, get popped, nigga pop off\nGet a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off\nGlock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off\nGet clocked, when it tick, get tocked off\nBlock niggas, by the block when it's blocked off\n\nSwat looking for the yatch when is docked off\nIn the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause\nAnd when the waps stop then ya top off\n\nYmcmb doublem g, you know me\nOld school flow like kool mo dee\nCoastal flow, I move low key\nMake a move ot\nGet a brick for the low\n95 south get a chick that would go\nEvery 36 let the bitch get an o\nI put it in the hood that bitch better snow\nIn the middle of summer, do numbers\nNiggas better run from us that, front us\nThat mac-10 with a drummer, they want us\nTell them niggas run up, get done up\nWhen that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping\nThat shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum\nAnd I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on\n30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on\nI go loud around the neck give em a heavy one\nAnd niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on\nNightmare on you record labels\nI tell em put the dirty money on the other table\nYou ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money\nThat martin luther king, I had a dream money\nI can tell you niggas never seen money\nWe sellin white girl, gettin christine money\nAguilera, I'm in the panorama\nNiggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em\n\nI know these niggas looking, I can't see em though\n\nMy daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though\n\nThey call me, mister \"fuck a nigga\" I don't need a ho\nCause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up\nI'm gone!\n\nBitch!\n\nI'm gone!\n\nMmg ymcmg","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ymcmb Mmg\n  artist: Cory Gunz & Meek Mill\n  album: Son of a Gun\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stare is blank when the trigger face\n  Lil nigga with a bigger base\n  Know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now\n  I'll make 2012 with a number dial\n  Talking that shit; don't know who they rapping with\n  Pause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks\n  I turn the booth to a maggot pit\n  She appear when I wave the david banner wrist\n  Gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home\n  She's bitchin her dog is back with another bone\n  Hollar for a dollar, to swallow back\n  I'm booking face, my network is social\n  Young money, cash money, we coach who coach you\n  Slow up them protools with them loco vocals\n  What you know to, don't do, nigga\n  I'm your go-tos, go-to\n  Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too\n  Fire, I will smoke you\n  Tie, any man, bear hand choke you\n  Silence is what I go to\n  Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist\n  Find the burner and they solving the case\n  Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist\n  I don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play\n  Get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off\n  Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off\n  Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off\n  Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off\n  Block niggas, by the block when it's blocked off\n\n  Swat looking for the yatch when is docked off\n  In the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause\n  And when the waps stop then ya top off\n\n  Ymcmb doublem g, you know me\n  Old school flow like kool mo dee\n  Coastal flow, I move low key\n  Make a move ot\n  Get a brick for the low\n  95 south get a chick that would go\n  Every 36 let the bitch get an o\n  I put it in the hood that bitch better snow\n  In the middle of summer, do numbers\n  Niggas better run from us that, front us\n  That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us\n  Tell them niggas run up, get done up\n  When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping\n  That shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum\n  And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on\n  30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on\n  I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one\n  And niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on\n  Nightmare on you record labels\n  I tell em put the dirty money on the other table\n  You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money\n  That martin luther king, I had a dream money\n  I can tell you niggas never seen money\n  We sellin white girl, gettin christine money\n  Aguilera, I'm in the panorama\n  Niggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em\n\n  I know these niggas looking, I can't see em though\n\n  My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though\n\n  They call me, mister \"fuck a nigga\" I don't need a ho\n  Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up\n  I'm gone!\n\n  Bitch!\n\n  I'm gone!\n\n  Mmg ymcmg\n"}]