[{"id":24953943,"name":"Bulletproof (feat. Yelawolf)","trackName":"Bulletproof (feat. Yelawolf)","artistName":"CyHi The Prynce","albumName":"Royal Flush 2","duration":307.373833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I am bullet bullet bullet bullet bullet bulletproof\nI done already did what they said I couldn't do\nLook at me? No, look at you\nI'm one nigga that you shouldn't shoot\nCause I've been running with them killers since was a little nigga\nWith a gap and the crooked tooth\n57 on me pull it too\nHeat the pot slow just like I'm cooking soup\nGot a bunch of bitches that've been playing on my bone\nAlways saying I'm wrong cause I wouldn't screw\nOh well change my number\nDick her too, I be slanging lumber\nI get women by the season and I think my last girl's name was Summer\nOh my bad it was Autumn, hit the cat and then I dog 'em\nNever call 'em if I feel like it's going to eventually be a problem\nAll my enemies, I done fought 'em\nAll the Jays, I done bought 'em\nPaid in full like them niggas who ran a slalom out in Harlem\nCause I'm a hell of a writer, I think I deserve a column\nThat's why I'm the headliner and you herbs are at the bottom\nI got these suckers scared, got these pussies playing possum\nThis the first thing I said when I saw 'em\n\nI heard you talking like you\nWe all got guns my niggas so ain't nobody\nAnd we got enough funds to make bond my nigga so think about it\nAnd be careful when you run up on my troops you catch a\nIt's sad because it seems likes everybody from the hood die from a\n(CyHi, what's my name?)\n\nYou can talk about me all you want\nThat don't matter cause my self esteem is bulletproof\nMy shit won't shatter\nI'm a find my way up to the top, I don't need no ladder\nI already got these niggas pissed, I don't need no bladder\nFuck the chatter and the jabber\nLick a shot and watch them scatter\nNiggas mad that the Prynce poppin' cause my pockets fatter\nCatch us hoppin' out of vans\nBoy I stay in [?]\nShawty I'm always out of town and it ain't cause I like to travel\nNiggas talkin' 'bout the boots I'm wearing in the magazine\nYou can bathe in some bleach and you still won't be half as clean\nBitch I'm slick as Vaseline, smoking gasoline\nIn the red Chevelle and the seats are [?] cream\nLeaking valvoline, while I'm pushing through\nTake her top off, I call the mullet-proof\nRappers only mad cause they ain't as good as you\nSo I keep a chrome Springfield and it's wooden too\nCause you not\n\nSomebody should have told me\nI was gonna be a mother fucking problem\nI never knew I'd be this hard to get, Shit\nI didn't get the memo\nShould have took my demo to Stephen Hawking\nCause I'm weird science\nAppear to be violent\nTattoos like Gadzooks!\nAnd the wolf- he's clearly defiant\nAnd appear eyeing me\nLoving on my pay, fear on my tear: I'm giant\nSo my style got jacks on the beanstalk\nAll the team start lookin like\nCoach I'm really trying\nFuck you lames\nThrow another bit in the club\nGo ahead and make it rain\nCause if I run up in the club\nWith a bunch of thugs\nFrom the trailer park\nWe gonna make it drain\nFunny how I just say that\nHey, I must think I'm bulletproof\nWell if a bullet means MC\nThen see, you can put your money\nOn my teflon cause I guess I do\nI'm just sayin I'm me\nBut that's bad as you tryna sell CD's\nMultiply that by originality\nAnd you might have to win another Lamborghini...\nMy truck looking like daddy's Lambo\nFlip flop like plastic sandals\nCovered in black tint, but you can see me like I had a candle\nYou ain't seen quick til you seen a wolf get\nBuck, point bullet shoot\nAnd that's not a 2 bitch\nThat's a.45 hollow tip: I'm bulletproof","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bulletproof (feat. Yelawolf)\n  artist: CyHi The Prynce\n  album: Royal Flush 2\n  duration_ms: 307374\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I am bullet bullet bullet bullet bullet bulletproof\n  I done already did what they said I couldn't do\n  Look at me? No, look at you\n  I'm one nigga that you shouldn't shoot\n  Cause I've been running with them killers since was a little nigga\n  With a gap and the crooked tooth\n  57 on me pull it too\n  Heat the pot slow just like I'm cooking soup\n  Got a bunch of bitches that've been playing on my bone\n  Always saying I'm wrong cause I wouldn't screw\n  Oh well change my number\n  Dick her too, I be slanging lumber\n  I get women by the season and I think my last girl's name was Summer\n  Oh my bad it was Autumn, hit the cat and then I dog 'em\n  Never call 'em if I feel like it's going to eventually be a problem\n  All my enemies, I done fought 'em\n  All the Jays, I done bought 'em\n  Paid in full like them niggas who ran a slalom out in Harlem\n  Cause I'm a hell of a writer, I think I deserve a column\n  That's why I'm the headliner and you herbs are at the bottom\n  I got these suckers scared, got these pussies playing possum\n  This the first thing I said when I saw 'em\n\n  I heard you talking like you\n  We all got guns my niggas so ain't nobody\n  And we got enough funds to make bond my nigga so think about it\n  And be careful when you run up on my troops you catch a\n  It's sad because it seems likes everybody from the hood die from a\n  (CyHi, what's my name?)\n\n  You can talk about me all you want\n  That don't matter cause my self esteem is bulletproof\n  My shit won't shatter\n  I'm a find my way up to the top, I don't need no ladder\n  I already got these niggas pissed, I don't need no bladder\n  Fuck the chatter and the jabber\n  Lick a shot and watch them scatter\n  Niggas mad that the Prynce poppin' cause my pockets fatter\n  Catch us hoppin' out of vans\n  Boy I stay in [?]\n  Shawty I'm always out of town and it ain't cause I like to travel\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout the boots I'm wearing in the magazine\n  You can bathe in some bleach and you still won't be half as clean\n  Bitch I'm slick as Vaseline, smoking gasoline\n  In the red Chevelle and the seats are [?] cream\n  Leaking valvoline, while I'm pushing through\n  Take her top off, I call the mullet-proof\n  Rappers only mad cause they ain't as good as you\n  So I keep a chrome Springfield and it's wooden too\n  Cause you not\n\n  Somebody should have told me\n  I was gonna be a mother fucking problem\n  I never knew I'd be this hard to get, Shit\n  I didn't get the memo\n  Should have took my demo to Stephen Hawking\n  Cause I'm weird science\n  Appear to be violent\n  Tattoos like Gadzooks!\n  And the wolf- he's clearly defiant\n  And appear eyeing me\n  Loving on my pay, fear on my tear: I'm giant\n  So my style got jacks on the beanstalk\n  All the team start lookin like\n  Coach I'm really trying\n  Fuck you lames\n  Throw another bit in the club\n  Go ahead and make it rain\n  Cause if I run up in the club\n  With a bunch of thugs\n  From the trailer park\n  We gonna make it drain\n  Funny how I just say that\n  Hey, I must think I'm bulletproof\n  Well if a bullet means MC\n  Then see, you can put your money\n  On my teflon cause I guess I do\n  I'm just sayin I'm me\n  But that's bad as you tryna sell CD's\n  Multiply that by originality\n  And you might have to win another Lamborghini...\n  My truck looking like daddy's Lambo\n  Flip flop like plastic sandals\n  Covered in black tint, but you can see me like I had a candle\n  You ain't seen quick til you seen a wolf get\n  Buck, point bullet shoot\n  And that's not a 2 bitch\n  That's a.45 hollow tip: I'm bulletproof\n"},{"id":28907065,"name":"Bulletproof (Feat. Yelawolf)","trackName":"Bulletproof (Feat. Yelawolf)","artistName":"Cyhi Da Prynce","albumName":"Royal Flush 2","duration":307.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I am bullet bullet bullet bullet bullet bulletproof\nI done already did what they said I couldn't do\nLook at me? No, look at you\nI'm one nigga that you shouldn't shoot\nCause I've been running with them killers since was a little nigga\nWith a gap and the crooked tooth\n57 on me pull it too\nHeat the pot slow just like I'm cooking soup\nGot a bunch of bitches that've been playing on my bone\nAlways saying I'm wrong cause I wouldn't screw\nOh well change my number\nDick her too, I be slanging lumber\nI get women by the season and I think my last girl's name was Summer\nOh my bad it was Autumn, hit the cat and then I dog 'em\nNever call 'em if I feel like it's going to eventually be a problem\nAll my enemies, I done fought 'em\nAll the Jays, I done bought 'em\nPaid in full like them niggas who ran a slalom out in Harlem\nCause I'm a hell of a writer, I think I deserve a column\nThat's why I'm the headliner and you herbs are at the bottom\nI got these suckers scared, got these pussies playing possum\nThis the first thing I said when I saw 'em\n\nI heard you talking like you\nWe all got guns my niggas so ain't nobody\nAnd we got enough funds to make bond my nigga so think about it\nAnd be careful when you run up on my troops you catch a\nIt's sad because it seems likes everybody from the hood die from a\n(CyHi, what's my name?)\n\nYou can talk about me all you want\nThat don't matter cause my self esteem is bulletproof\nMy shit won't shatter\nI'm a find my way up to the top, I don't need no ladder\nI already got these niggas pissed, I don't need no bladder\nFuck the chatter and the jabber\nLick a shot and watch them scatter\nNiggas mad that the Prynce poppin' cause my pockets fatter\nCatch us hoppin' out of vans\nBoy I stay in [?]\nShawty I'm always out of town and it ain't cause I like to travel\nNiggas talkin' 'bout the boots I'm wearing in the magazine\nYou can bathe in some bleach and you still won't be half as clean\nBitch I'm slick as Vaseline, smoking gasoline\nIn the red Chevelle and the seats are [?] cream\nLeaking valvoline, while I'm pushing through\nTake her top off, I call the mullet-proof\nRappers only mad cause they ain't as good as you\nSo I keep a chrome Springfield and it's wooden too\nCause you not\n\nSomebody should have told me\nI was gonna be a mother fucking problem\nI never knew I'd be this hard to get, Shit\nI didn't get the memo\nShould have took my demo to Stephen Hawking\nCause I'm weird science\nAppear to be violent\nTattoos like Gadzooks!\nAnd the wolf- he's clearly defiant\nAnd appear eyeing me\nLoving on my pay, fear on my tear: I'm giant\nSo my style got jacks on the beanstalk\nAll the team start lookin like\nCoach I'm really trying\nFuck you lames\nThrow another bit in the club\nGo ahead and make it rain\nCause if I run up in the club\nWith a bunch of thugs\nFrom the trailer park\nWe gonna make it drain\nFunny how I just say that\nHey, I must think I'm bulletproof\nWell if a bullet means MC\nThen see, you can put your money\nOn my teflon cause I guess I do\nI'm just sayin I'm me\nBut that's bad as you tryna sell CD's\nMultiply that by originality\nAnd you might have to win another Lamborghini...\nMy truck looking like daddy's Lambo\nFlip flop like plastic sandals\nCovered in black tint, but you can see me like I had a candle\nYou ain't seen quick til you seen a wolf get\nBuck, point bullet shoot\nAnd that's not a 2 bitch\nThat's a.45 hollow tip: I'm bulletproof","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bulletproof (Feat. Yelawolf)\n  artist: Cyhi Da Prynce\n  album: Royal Flush 2\n  duration_ms: 307000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I am bullet bullet bullet bullet bullet bulletproof\n  I done already did what they said I couldn't do\n  Look at me? No, look at you\n  I'm one nigga that you shouldn't shoot\n  Cause I've been running with them killers since was a little nigga\n  With a gap and the crooked tooth\n  57 on me pull it too\n  Heat the pot slow just like I'm cooking soup\n  Got a bunch of bitches that've been playing on my bone\n  Always saying I'm wrong cause I wouldn't screw\n  Oh well change my number\n  Dick her too, I be slanging lumber\n  I get women by the season and I think my last girl's name was Summer\n  Oh my bad it was Autumn, hit the cat and then I dog 'em\n  Never call 'em if I feel like it's going to eventually be a problem\n  All my enemies, I done fought 'em\n  All the Jays, I done bought 'em\n  Paid in full like them niggas who ran a slalom out in Harlem\n  Cause I'm a hell of a writer, I think I deserve a column\n  That's why I'm the headliner and you herbs are at the bottom\n  I got these suckers scared, got these pussies playing possum\n  This the first thing I said when I saw 'em\n\n  I heard you talking like you\n  We all got guns my niggas so ain't nobody\n  And we got enough funds to make bond my nigga so think about it\n  And be careful when you run up on my troops you catch a\n  It's sad because it seems likes everybody from the hood die from a\n  (CyHi, what's my name?)\n\n  You can talk about me all you want\n  That don't matter cause my self esteem is bulletproof\n  My shit won't shatter\n  I'm a find my way up to the top, I don't need no ladder\n  I already got these niggas pissed, I don't need no bladder\n  Fuck the chatter and the jabber\n  Lick a shot and watch them scatter\n  Niggas mad that the Prynce poppin' cause my pockets fatter\n  Catch us hoppin' out of vans\n  Boy I stay in [?]\n  Shawty I'm always out of town and it ain't cause I like to travel\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout the boots I'm wearing in the magazine\n  You can bathe in some bleach and you still won't be half as clean\n  Bitch I'm slick as Vaseline, smoking gasoline\n  In the red Chevelle and the seats are [?] cream\n  Leaking valvoline, while I'm pushing through\n  Take her top off, I call the mullet-proof\n  Rappers only mad cause they ain't as good as you\n  So I keep a chrome Springfield and it's wooden too\n  Cause you not\n\n  Somebody should have told me\n  I was gonna be a mother fucking problem\n  I never knew I'd be this hard to get, Shit\n  I didn't get the memo\n  Should have took my demo to Stephen Hawking\n  Cause I'm weird science\n  Appear to be violent\n  Tattoos like Gadzooks!\n  And the wolf- he's clearly defiant\n  And appear eyeing me\n  Loving on my pay, fear on my tear: I'm giant\n  So my style got jacks on the beanstalk\n  All the team start lookin like\n  Coach I'm really trying\n  Fuck you lames\n  Throw another bit in the club\n  Go ahead and make it rain\n  Cause if I run up in the club\n  With a bunch of thugs\n  From the trailer park\n  We gonna make it drain\n  Funny how I just say that\n  Hey, I must think I'm bulletproof\n  Well if a bullet means MC\n  Then see, you can put your money\n  On my teflon cause I guess I do\n  I'm just sayin I'm me\n  But that's bad as you tryna sell CD's\n  Multiply that by originality\n  And you might have to win another Lamborghini...\n  My truck looking like daddy's Lambo\n  Flip flop like plastic sandals\n  Covered in black tint, but you can see me like I had a candle\n  You ain't seen quick til you seen a wolf get\n  Buck, point bullet shoot\n  And that's not a 2 bitch\n  That's a.45 hollow tip: I'm bulletproof\n"}]