[{"id":10166613,"name":"Andale","trackName":"Andale","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"Andale","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Quality Street Music\nI'm really like that\nHahaha, DJ Drama (grab, grab, grab, grab)\n\nGrab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\nLike andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\nNew Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\nBitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\nFuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\nFuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n\nYoung nigga caught him a case and he beat it\nMy opp, he ain't breathin', I go feed the needed\nDon't do a post for a ghost, he ain't breathin'\nNeck is the water, my wrist is the Fiji\nPrada ain't lease, penthouse at the Seasons\nMy plug a secret, the bricks Indonesia\nCool with the teacher, now guess I'm a leader\nNiggas my kid, if he play, I'ma beat him\n\nMy pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan\nGo try your luck and you gon' meet a demon\nNigga ain't tough, he gon' duck when I see him\nFuckin' that slut, I don't cough and I mean it\nTwo dollar cups, switch it up when they leavin'\nRatchet like fiendin', put switches on ninas\nDon't go and subpoena, got mopa, we the cleaners\nShe like my demeanor, she know I don't need her\n\nI'm in the back like the president\nBeautiful Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence\nNo, we ain't setllin', I know I'm better then\nWatch what you tellin' me, I up the felony\nNiggas hatin' and I see the jealousy\nOut the vacant, we trappin' like Medellín\nBitch, I'm poppin' you pop it, I make a scene\nCatch a body, that young nigga made the team\n\nDope of the pills, my man's, he got it\nA minute ain't rented, I spend it, I buy it\nI keep a nigga with the stick outside\nHe don't want smoke, put your pride to the side\nNigga, he'll die, he'll die, he'll die\nEnergy fire while I go in the sky\nAin't running amigo, somebody lied (grab, grab, grab, grab)\n\nGrab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\nLike andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\nNew Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\nBitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\nFuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\nFuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n\nI'm the skydweller, but still got no time, time\nI just brought up a hit, I could hit her (gone)\nMy whole team shinin', fuck talkin' 'bout it\nI done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah)\nI've been in this mode, that's why my pockets overload\nAnd everythin' I got exposed\nMy drugs look cold, my jeweler iced me like whoa (whoa)\nMan, look at my shit, like them golds (yeah)\n\nLouis V on the side of my boots\nI'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce)\nNever lackin', pistol packin'\nIf I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah\nB.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo)\nBread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game\nI waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)\nI get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa)\nI ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze\nGot niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab)\n\nGrab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\nLike andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\nNew Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\nBitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\nFuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\nFuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] Quality Street Music\n[00:05.25] I'm really like that\n[00:09.11] Hahaha, DJ Drama (grab, grab, grab, grab)\n[00:13.76] Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n[00:17.17] Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n[00:20.61] New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n[00:22.68] Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n[00:24.25] Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n[00:25.91] Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n[00:27.84] Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it\n[00:29.42] My opp, he ain't breathin', I go feed the needed\n[00:31.08] Don't do a post for a ghost, he ain't breathin'\n[00:32.79] Neck is the water, my wrist is the Fiji\n[00:34.70] Prada ain't lease, penthouse at the Seasons\n[00:36.30] My plug a secret, the bricks Indonesia\n[00:38.12] Cool with the teacher, now guess I'm a leader\n[00:39.83] Niggas my kid, if he play, I'ma beat him\n[00:41.58] My pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan\n[00:43.45] Go try your luck and you gon' meet a demon\n[00:45.04] Nigga ain't tough, he gon' duck when I see him\n[00:46.81] Fuckin' that slut, I don't cough and I mean it\n[00:48.69] Two dollar cups, switch it up when they leavin'\n[00:50.22] Ratchet like fiendin', put switches on ninas\n[00:51.98] Don't go and subpoena, got mopa, we the cleaners\n[00:53.56] She like my demeanor, she know I don't need her\n[00:55.42] I'm in the back like the president\n[00:56.81] Beautiful Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence\n[00:59.02] No, we ain't setllin', I know I'm better then\n[01:00.69] Watch what you tellin' me, I up the felony\n[01:02.78] Niggas hatin' and I see the jealousy\n[01:04.45] Out the vacant, we trappin' like Medellín\n[01:06.05] Bitch, I'm poppin' you pop it, I make a scene\n[01:07.82] Catch a body, that young nigga made the team\n[01:10.56] Dope of the pills, my man's, he got it\n[01:12.41] A minute ain't rented, I spend it, I buy it\n[01:14.19] I keep a nigga with the stick outside\n[01:16.07] He don't want smoke, put your pride to the side\n[01:17.79] Nigga, he'll die, he'll die, he'll die\n[01:19.45] Energy fire while I go in the sky\n[01:21.08] Ain't running amigo, somebody lied (grab, grab, grab, grab)\n[01:23.33] Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n[01:26.66] Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n[01:30.27] New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n[01:31.92] Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n[01:33.65] Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n[01:35.56] Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n[01:36.94] I'm the skydweller, but still got no time, time\n[01:38.89] I just brought up a hit, I could hit her (gone)\n[01:40.35] My whole team shinin', fuck talkin' 'bout it\n[01:42.39] I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah)\n[01:43.72] I've been in this mode, that's why my pockets overload\n[01:45.75] And everythin' I got exposed\n[01:47.19] My drugs look cold, my jeweler iced me like whoa (whoa)\n[01:49.36] Man, look at my shit, like them golds (yeah)\n[01:50.73] Louis V on the side of my boots\n[01:52.44] I'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce)\n[01:54.38] Never lackin', pistol packin'\n[01:55.65] If I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah\n[01:57.95] B.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo)\n[02:01.57] Bread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game\n[02:04.92] I waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)\n[02:08.41] I get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa)\n[02:12.01] I ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze\n[02:15.24] Got niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab)\n[02:19.06] Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n[02:22.32] Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n[02:25.92] New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n[02:27.53] Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n[02:29.41] Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n[02:31.18] Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)\n[02:33.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Andale\n artist: DJ Drama\n album: Andale\n duration_ms: 169000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Quality Street Music\n start_ms: 60\n end_ms: 5250\n- text: I'm really like that\n start_ms: 5250\n end_ms: 9110\n- text: Hahaha, DJ Drama (grab, grab, grab, grab)\n start_ms: 9110\n end_ms: 13760\n- text: Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n start_ms: 13760\n end_ms: 17170\n- text: Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n start_ms: 17170\n end_ms: 20610\n- text: New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n start_ms: 20610\n end_ms: 22680\n- text: Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n start_ms: 22680\n end_ms: 24250\n- text: Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n start_ms: 24250\n 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my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n\n I'm the skydweller, but still got no time, time\n I just brought up a hit, I could hit her (gone)\n My whole team shinin', fuck talkin' 'bout it\n I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah)\n I've been in this mode, that's why my pockets overload\n And everythin' I got exposed\n My drugs look cold, my jeweler iced me like whoa (whoa)\n Man, look at my shit, like them golds (yeah)\n\n Louis V on the side of my boots\n I'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce)\n Never lackin', pistol packin'\n If I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah\n B.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo)\n Bread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game\n I waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)\n I get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa)\n I ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze\n Got niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab)\n\n Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)\n"},{"id":33850310,"name":"Andale (Chopped Not Slopped)","trackName":"Andale (Chopped Not Slopped)","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"Andale","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Quality Street Music\nI'm Really Like That\nDJ Drama (grab the-, grab the-, grab the-, grab the-)\nGrab the Drac' (Drac')\nSomebody dyin' today (die)\nI had to find a play\nLike Andale\nI put the K to his face\nNiggas ain't come to play\nNew Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt)\nBig stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong\nFuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on)\nFuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (hey, hey, hey, hey)\nGot on a Sky-Dweller but still got no time time\nI just burnt up her head like a hitter (gone)\nMy whole team shine, fuck talkin' bout it\nI done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah)\nI been in this mode that's why my pocket overload\nAnd anything fake I expose, Moncler a lil' cold\nMy jeweler iced me out like whoa (whoa)\nThey look at my shit like them goals\nLouis V on the side of my boots\nI'm drippin' in sauce so I'm sticky like glue (saucy)\nNever lackin', pistol packin'\nIf I clutch it, I'ma up it like Bloccboy and shoot (bah)\nYeah, BWA on my chain, I'm full of codeine\nDang, I done relapsed again (woo)\nBread Gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane\nFuck it I done reset the game\nI weigh the back end on the scale\nShow prices like bales now\nFuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)\nI get 'em same number as my age\nMoney come in too many ways, my mind in a maze (whoa)\nI ain't got not time to just waste\nTri-color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother phase\nGot niggas that stuck in they ways\nThey still in the trap (what?), scrapin' the pot like a graze\n(Grab the-, grab the-)\nGrab the Drac' (Drac')\nSomebody dyin' today (die)\nI had to find a play\nLike Andale\nI put the K to his face\nNiggas ain't come to play\nNew Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt)\nBig stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong\nFuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on)\nFuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (you made the wrong song, nigga)\nYoung nigga caught him a case and he beat it\nMy opp he ain't breathin', I go feed the needy\nDon't do a post, he a ghost, he ain't breathin'\nNecklace the water, my wrist is the Fiji\nBought it, ain't lease it, penthouse at 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outside\nYou don't want smoke put your pride to the side\nNigga he'll die, he'll die, he'll die\nIn the G5 when I go in the sky\nAin't runnin' them millions up? 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start_ms: 110770\n end_ms: 112490\n- text: I'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce)\n start_ms: 112490\n end_ms: 114300\n- text: Never lackin', pistol packin'\n start_ms: 114300\n end_ms: 115640\n- text: If I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah\n start_ms: 115640\n end_ms: 117900\n- text: B.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo)\n start_ms: 117900\n end_ms: 121570\n- text: Bread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game\n start_ms: 121570\n end_ms: 124960\n- text: I waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)\n start_ms: 124960\n end_ms: 128470\n- text: I get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa)\n start_ms: 128470\n end_ms: 132070\n- text: I ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze\n start_ms: 132070\n end_ms: 135230\n- text: Got niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab)\n start_ms: 135230\n end_ms: 139000\n- text: Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n start_ms: 139000\n end_ms: 142330\n- text: Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n start_ms: 142330\n end_ms: 145900\n- text: New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n start_ms: 145900\n end_ms: 147520\n- text: Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n start_ms: 147520\n end_ms: 149430\n- text: Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n start_ms: 149430\n end_ms: 151150\n- text: Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)\n start_ms: 151150\n end_ms: 153210\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 153210\nplain: |-\n Quality Street Music\n I'm really like that\n Hahaha, DJ Drama (grab, grab, grab, grab)\n\n Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n\n Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it\n My opp, he ain't breathin', I go feed the needed\n Don't do a post for a ghost, he ain't breathin'\n Neck is the water, my wrist is the Fiji\n Prada ain't lease, penthouse at the Seasons\n My plug a secret, the bricks Indonesia\n Cool with the teacher, now guess I'm a leader\n Niggas my kid, if he play, I'ma beat him\n\n My pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan\n Go try your luck and you gon' meet a demon\n Nigga ain't tough, he gon' duck when I see him\n Fuckin' that slut, I don't cough and I mean it\n Two dollar cups, switch it up when they leavin'\n Ratchet like fiendin', put switches on ninas\n Don't go and subpoena, got mopa, we the cleaners\n She like my demeanor, she know I don't need her\n\n I'm in the back like the president\n Beautiful Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence\n No, we ain't setllin', I know I'm better then\n Watch what you tellin' me, I up the felony\n Niggas hatin' and I see the jealousy\n Out the vacant, we trappin' like Medellín\n Bitch, I'm poppin' you pop it, I make a scene\n Catch a body, that young nigga made the team\n\n Dope of the pills, my man's, he got it\n A minute ain't rented, I spend it, I buy it\n I keep a nigga with the stick outside\n He don't want smoke, put your pride to the side\n Nigga, he'll die, he'll die, he'll die\n Energy fire while I go in the sky\n Ain't running amigo, somebody lied (grab, grab, grab, grab)\n\n Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n\n I'm the skydweller, but still got no time, time\n I just brought up a hit, I could hit her (gone)\n My whole team shinin', fuck talkin' 'bout it\n I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah)\n I've been in this mode, that's why my pockets overload\n And everythin' I got exposed\n My drugs look cold, my jeweler iced me like whoa (whoa)\n Man, look at my shit, like them golds (yeah)\n\n Louis V on the side of my boots\n I'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce)\n Never lackin', pistol packin'\n If I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah\n B.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo)\n Bread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game\n I waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap)\n I get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa)\n I ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze\n Got niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab)\n\n Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play\n Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play\n New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt)\n Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song\n Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)\n"}]