[{"id":2577150,"name":"Hey Luv","trackName":"Hey Luv","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[X2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [X2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":20350716,"name":"Hey Luv","trackName":"Hey Luv","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":281.76475,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[X2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 281765\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [X2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":20448447,"name":"Hey Luv","trackName":"Hey Luv","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":279.727188,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[X2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 279727\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [X2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":28092274,"name":"Hey Luv","trackName":"Hey Luv","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C. (Japan Edition)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[X2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C. (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [X2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":13419104,"name":"Hey Luv","trackName":"Hey Luv","artistName":"D.I.T.C. / Cuban Link / Milano","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[x2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv\n  artist: D.I.T.C. / Cuban Link / Milano\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [x2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":12472589,"name":"Hey Luv","trackName":"Hey Luv","artistName":"D.I.T.C., Milano, Cuban Link","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[x2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv\n  artist: D.I.T.C., Milano, Cuban Link\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [x2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":2577149,"name":"Hey Luv","trackName":"Hey Luv","artistName":"D.I.T.C. feat. Cuban Link & Milano","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[X2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv\n  artist: D.I.T.C. feat. Cuban Link & Milano\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [X2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":12002357,"name":"Hey Luv (feat. Cuban Link)","trackName":"Hey Luv (feat. Cuban Link)","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C. [US]","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[x2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv (feat. Cuban Link)\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C. [US]\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [x2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"},{"id":32199690,"name":"Hey Luv (Prod By Lord Finesse)","trackName":"Hey Luv (Prod By Lord Finesse)","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"The Underboss Files","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n[Intro: Milano]\n\nYeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\nYou know how we do things\nWe always get our way\nUngh, never hate when we play\nKnow what I mean\nUngh\n\n[Verse 1:]\n\nI only think of broads on two occasions\nWhen I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\nTo slide off with slick dialogue\nWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\nPocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\nMami hot already, Poppi been heavy\nBefore I got signed, before I wore signs\nWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\nOr hold minds\nAnd made a law\n? Forced into immigrant walls?\nMaking high calls\nLike damn paso's\nYa'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\nMilano run through 'em, life Stephon\nGet you game tight, I'm the exception\nA freak when I get my sex on\nLick cheeks when the thongs come off\nWhip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\nFor starters we take shots with Polaroids\nRunnin trizzy, call all my boys\nWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\nStill keep it low point\nStandin a club up\nMy niggaz wild and drunk\nAin't no stoppin us\nFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\nOn acid we got the rough\nShould we locks it up?\nIt ain't hard to spot us\nPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\nNo wonder on the low, niggas despise us\nCause we live'as\n\n[Chorus: Milano]\n\nNow when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\nWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\nNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\nForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n[x2]\n\n[Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\nYea, stick the pretty up\nPoppa stopped by the titty clubs\nPimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\nReally love\nMoney, power and respect\nHoney that fuck for hours in bed\nSex in the showers the best\nCheck out the body banger\nThe hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\nI'm not a stranger\nTo the game so I'm throwing change up\nMy willy fingers trying to figure her out\nI dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\nFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\nA playboy bunny\nThat doesn't want nuthin from me\nIts funny how she's one of a kind\nFrom front and behind, top of the line\nDimepiece, bright as the sunshine\nMy kinda lady, maybe\nDrives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\nThe wake she shakes her acey\nMakes me wanna taste her pastry\nMaybe its the liquor talking\nCause I don't whisper often\nA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\nThis is more than just a portion\nOf my lifestyle my right brow\nTook her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3: Milano]\n\nUngh, listen ma\nIts only certain ones\nThat get to slurpin on my tongue\nWorstened by some\nHurtin them buns\nWorkin it luv\nShit is worst when I'm numb\nAny hottie\nIs getting back shotties\nIt'll probably be hours before\nI seem twisted from the Bacardi on\nIf they party on\nLike its Mardi Gras\nBrought the camcorders along\nLadies, time to flaunt on\nGet the hunny, pour it on\nLickin your buddy, I saw it all\nRecorded it all\nSo if you wanna be on that at all\nGot the baddest broads\nLockin they jaws\nNever cockin it raw\nI'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\nI'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\nEven my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\nSome slice whores, I see 'em coming\nIts like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\nFor those they hunger\nTrying to trap dudes\nSee I get my woman bashful\nFreak on the low, on natural\nBank account on cash rules\nThats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\nI'm laughin at you\nSpending your loot, on casual\nJewels, and shoes\nDon't act the fool\nLike your screws loose\nI ain't to blame\nSee she wasn't tame\nAnd I ain't even have to drop game\nBorn to rock game\nMilan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\nThis is how we swang\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro: Cuban Link]\n\nLay up, lay up\nStraight up, straight up\nUngh, ungh, ungh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hey Luv (Prod By Lord Finesse)\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: The Underboss Files\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cuban Link, Milano)\n\n  [Intro: Milano]\n\n  Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.\n  You know how we do things\n  We always get our way\n  Ungh, never hate when we play\n  Know what I mean\n  Ungh\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n\n  I only think of broads on two occasions\n  When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em\n  To slide off with slick dialogue\n  We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty\n  Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy\n  Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy\n  Before I got signed, before I wore signs\n  Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes\n  Or hold minds\n  And made a law\n  ? Forced into immigrant walls?\n  Making high calls\n  Like damn paso's\n  Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm\n  Milano run through 'em, life Stephon\n  Get you game tight, I'm the exception\n  A freak when I get my sex on\n  Lick cheeks when the thongs come off\n  Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz\n  For starters we take shots with Polaroids\n  Runnin trizzy, call all my boys\n  Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys\n  Still keep it low point\n  Standin a club up\n  My niggaz wild and drunk\n  Ain't no stoppin us\n  From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate\n  On acid we got the rough\n  Should we locks it up?\n  It ain't hard to spot us\n  Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up\n  No wonder on the low, niggas despise us\n  Cause we live'as\n\n  [Chorus: Milano]\n\n  Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv\n  We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv\n  Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up\n  Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up\n  [x2]\n\n  [Verse 2: Cuban Link]\n\n  Yea, stick the pretty up\n  Poppa stopped by the titty clubs\n  Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?\n  Really love\n  Money, power and respect\n  Honey that fuck for hours in bed\n  Sex in the showers the best\n  Check out the body banger\n  The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger\n  I'm not a stranger\n  To the game so I'm throwing change up\n  My willy fingers trying to figure her out\n  I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about\n  Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey\n  A playboy bunny\n  That doesn't want nuthin from me\n  Its funny how she's one of a kind\n  From front and behind, top of the line\n  Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine\n  My kinda lady, maybe\n  Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy\n  The wake she shakes her acey\n  Makes me wanna taste her pastry\n  Maybe its the liquor talking\n  Cause I don't whisper often\n  A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin\n  This is more than just a portion\n  Of my lifestyle my right brow\n  Took her to my crib, and put the lights out\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 3: Milano]\n\n  Ungh, listen ma\n  Its only certain ones\n  That get to slurpin on my tongue\n  Worstened by some\n  Hurtin them buns\n  Workin it luv\n  Shit is worst when I'm numb\n  Any hottie\n  Is getting back shotties\n  It'll probably be hours before\n  I seem twisted from the Bacardi on\n  If they party on\n  Like its Mardi Gras\n  Brought the camcorders along\n  Ladies, time to flaunt on\n  Get the hunny, pour it on\n  Lickin your buddy, I saw it all\n  Recorded it all\n  So if you wanna be on that at all\n  Got the baddest broads\n  Lockin they jaws\n  Never cockin it raw\n  I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores\n  I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds\n  Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call\n  Some slice whores, I see 'em coming\n  Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin\n  For those they hunger\n  Trying to trap dudes\n  See I get my woman bashful\n  Freak on the low, on natural\n  Bank account on cash rules\n  Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb\n  I'm laughin at you\n  Spending your loot, on casual\n  Jewels, and shoes\n  Don't act the fool\n  Like your screws loose\n  I ain't to blame\n  See she wasn't tame\n  And I ain't even have to drop game\n  Born to rock game\n  Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang\n  This is how we swang\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Outro: Cuban Link]\n\n  Lay up, lay up\n  Straight up, straight up\n  Ungh, ungh, ungh\n"}]