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DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Birdman)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"We The Best","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\nReporting from kims kinda star\nHolly, CO sem team kinda far\nRidin' through the city in a tonka toy\nI got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n\nOnly ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\nAnd my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\nYep, red thick women, eyes adore\nI'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n\nYep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\nMafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\nWhen you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\nI'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\nSee my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\nBut with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\nWe run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nCash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nCash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\nIf you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\nShit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\nBuncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\nUp in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\nGot to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\nKiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\nNext nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\nShoe first, nigga not seein' mines\nBig purses, million dollar headlines\n5 drops, OG the last big time\nLord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n\nLike father, like son, nigga this time\nJunior got the fame and the game mastermind\n200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\nDoin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nBe that cash money, c-c-cash money\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\nLivin' is red, that's how we play it\nA uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\nThat's what I said, I put some change in yah head\nIf you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n\n50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\nFrom puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\nPut the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\nPut the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n\nBitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\nAnd bury me like my father on a cross\nAnd carry 19, I shall over a cross\nShawty got that game on lock like a vault\n\nWeezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\nWindows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\nI don't jump on the track, I pull forward\nI got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:03.93] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:06.68] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:11.95] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:13.64] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:15.90] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:19.39] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:22.52] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:25.28] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:28.75] Reporting from kims kinda star\n[00:31.42] Holly, CO sem team kinda far\n[00:34.41] Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy\n[00:37.23] I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n[00:40.59] Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n[00:43.57] And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n[00:45.95] Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n[00:48.94] I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n[00:52.61] Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n[00:55.45] Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n[00:58.10] When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n[01:00.48] I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n[01:04.56] See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n[01:07.39] But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n[01:10.34] We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n[01:15.88] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:19.52] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:22.75] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:25.56] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:29.41] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[01:33.95] Cash money, c-c-cash money\n[01:35.75] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:37.63] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:40.98] Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n[01:43.84] If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n[01:47.19] Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n[01:50.22] Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n[01:53.44] Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n[01:56.38] Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n[01:59.25] Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n[02:02.73] Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n[02:07.03] Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n[02:08.49] Big purses, million dollar headlines\n[02:11.55] 5 drops, OG the last big time\n[02:14.66] Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n[02:17.57] Like father, like son, nigga this time\n[02:20.02] Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n[02:24.11] 200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n[02:27.41] Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n[02:30.84] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:32.46] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:35.62] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:39.22] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[02:42.03] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:44.81] Be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:48.07] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:51.42] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:54.43] Livin' is red, that's how we play it\n[02:57.63] A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\n[03:00.88] That's what I said, I put some change in yah head\n[03:03.55] If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n[03:06.39] 50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\n[03:08.94] From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\n[03:11.89] Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\n[03:15.17] Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n[03:18.18] Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\n[03:21.28] And bury me like my father on a cross\n[03:24.20] And carry 19, I shall over a cross\n[03:27.33] Shawty got that game on lock like a vault\n[03:30.57] Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\n[03:37.46] Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\n[03:38.46] I don't jump on the track, I pull forward\n[03:40.51] I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n[03:43.24] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:45.32] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:48.37] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:51.51] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[03:54.45] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[03:57.78] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[04:00.83] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[04:03.79] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[04:06.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '''S'' On My Chest (Ft. 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got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n\n  Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n  And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n  Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n  I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n\n  Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n  Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n  When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n  I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\n  See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n  But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n  We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n  Cash money, c-c-cash money\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n  If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n  Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n  Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\n  Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n  Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n  Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n  Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\n  Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n  Big purses, million dollar headlines\n  5 drops, OG the last big time\n  Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n\n  Like father, like son, nigga this time\n  Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n  200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n  Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n  Be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\n  Livin' is red, that's how we play it\n  A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\n  That's what I said, I put some change in yah head\n  If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n\n  50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\n  From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\n  Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\n  Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n\n  Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\n  And bury me like my father on a cross\n  And carry 19, I shall over a cross\n  Shawty got that game on lock like a vault\n\n  Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\n  Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\n  I don't jump on the track, I pull forward\n  I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n  That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n"},{"id":4924013,"name":"S On My Chest","trackName":"S On My Chest","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"We The Best","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\nI walk around like I gotta s on my chest\nI walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\nI walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\nI walk around like I gotta s on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n(if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga dead nigga)\n(if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\nReporting from Kim's corner store\nHollygrove seventeenth carnivore\nRidin' through the city in a Tonka toy\nI got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\nHuh only ride Chevy, never drive a ford\nAnd my coupe doors open like plaza doors\nYep, red thick women (uh) eyes adore,\nI'm a whore, you know that I'm a whore\nYep, cash money, cash money monsta' boys,\nMafia bitch, even the cops avoid,\nWhen you say you want beef,\nThen I got yeah boy,\nI'll jus' let the big mac whop a boy\nSee my dreads hanging like a like a rasta boy,\nFuck wit' my rasta an' I'll turn into Mufasa boy\nWe run up in ya casa boy, and blast off like NASA boy\nI walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nI walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest(uh)\nI walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nIt be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\nCash money bitch.\n(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\nCash-cash-cash money bitch.\nCash money bitch.\nCash-cash-cash money bitch\nI walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\nIt b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\nYeah,\nCash money is an army nigga, yuh better know its gravy\nIf you ever fuck with youngin', or if you ever fuck with baby\nShit goin' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the eighties,\nBuncha' young niggas poppin' off 'n' they sprayin',\nUp in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\nGot to get my bling on, reach for my chrome nine,\nKiss momma cause we goin' out 'n' gettin' mines,\nNext nigga in line seventeen on the grind,\nShoot first nigga not seein' mines,\nBig purses million dollar headlines,\nFive drops, O-G the last big time,\nLord to the game, nigga till its my time,\nLike father like son this nigga this time,\nJunior got the fame and the game mastermind,\nTwo hundred on the dash, watch me mash,\nDoin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags\nI walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nI walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nI walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nIt be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\nCash-cash-cash money bitch.\nIt b that cash money bitch.\nCash-cash-cash money bitch\nIt b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\nI walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\n(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\nRibbon is red, thats how we play it,\nAn up town C-M-B blood till I'm dead,\nThat's what I said, I put some change on ya' head,\nIf you ever cross the line nigga nothin' but bread,\nFifty shots I'm hot\nNigga we wont stop,\nFrom puttin' candy on the slabs,\nNigga stirrin' his pots,\nPut the hammer on the jam,\nPull it 'n' pops,\nPut the rubber on the bands\nNigga's stackin' his knots\nBitch I'm a boss\nBitch I'm a boss\nAnd bury me like my father on the cross\nAnd carry thy team I shall over a cross,\nShawty got that game on lock like a vault,\nWeezy baby cayenne pepper, no salt,\nWindows down on the hog in the winter its yo' fault,\nI don't jump on the track, I pole vault\nI got that \"s\" on my chest nigga I'm supposed to ball\nI walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nI walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nI walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\nIt be that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.\nIt be that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.\nCash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.\nI walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\nIt be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.27] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:03.99] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:06.67] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:11.99] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:13.64] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:15.90] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:19.31] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:22.59] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:25.21] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:28.72] Reporting from kims kinda star\n[00:31.40] Holly, CO sem team kinda far\n[00:34.43] Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy\n[00:37.26] I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n[00:40.50] Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n[00:43.52] And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n[00:45.92] Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n[00:48.95] I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n[00:52.62] Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n[00:55.46] Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n[00:58.10] When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n[01:00.49] I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n[01:04.55] See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n[01:07.39] But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n[01:10.39] We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n[01:15.85] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:19.54] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:22.74] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:25.54] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:29.44] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[01:33.98] Cash money, c-c-cash money\n[01:35.74] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:37.61] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:40.97] Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n[01:43.82] If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n[01:47.12] Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n[01:50.24] Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n[01:53.46] Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n[01:56.37] Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n[01:59.29] Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n[02:02.78] Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n[02:07.02] Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n[02:08.43] Big purses, million dollar headlines\n[02:11.58] 5 drops, OG the last big time\n[02:14.69] Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n[02:17.50] Like father, like son, nigga this time\n[02:20.00] Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n[02:24.16] 200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n[02:27.43] Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n[02:30.86] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:32.42] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:35.65] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:39.25] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[02:42.08] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:44.87] Be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:48.06] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:51.47] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:54.46] Livin' is red, that's how we play it\n[02:57.62] A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\n[03:00.81] That's what I said, I put some change in yah head\n[03:03.55] If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n[03:06.34] 50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\n[03:08.98] From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\n[03:11.85] Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\n[03:15.19] Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n[03:18.12] Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\n[03:21.28] And bury me like my father on a cross\n[03:24.23] And carry 19, I shall over a cross\n[03:27.38] Shawty got that game on lock like a vault\n[03:30.55] Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\n[03:37.43] Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\n[03:38.47] I don't jump on the track, I pull forward\n[03:40.57] I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n[03:43.25] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:45.36] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:48.36] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:51.55] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[03:54.46] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[03:57.72] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[04:00.89] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[04:03.73] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[04:06.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: S On My 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That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n  start_ms: 234460\n  end_ms: 237720\n- text: That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n  start_ms: 237720\n  end_ms: 240890\n- text: I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  start_ms: 240890\n  end_ms: 243730\n- text: That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  start_ms: 243730\n  end_ms: 246150\nplain: |-\n  Be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  I walk around like I gotta s on my chest\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\n  I walk around like I gotta s on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n  (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n  (if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga dead nigga)\n  (if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n  Reporting from Kim's corner store\n  Hollygrove seventeenth carnivore\n  Ridin' through the city in a Tonka toy\n  I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n  Huh only ride Chevy, never drive a ford\n  And my coupe doors open like plaza doors\n  Yep, red thick women (uh) eyes adore,\n  I'm a whore, you know that I'm a whore\n  Yep, cash money, cash money monsta' boys,\n  Mafia bitch, even the cops avoid,\n  When you say you want beef,\n  Then I got yeah boy,\n  I'll jus' let the big mac whop a boy\n  See my dreads hanging like a like a rasta boy,\n  Fuck wit' my rasta an' I'll turn into Mufasa boy\n  We run up in ya casa boy, and blast off like NASA boy\n  I walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest(uh)\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  Cash money bitch.\n  (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n  Cash-cash-cash money bitch.\n  Cash money bitch.\n  Cash-cash-cash money bitch\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\n  It b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  Yeah,\n  Cash money is an army nigga, yuh better know its gravy\n  If you ever fuck with youngin', or if you ever fuck with baby\n  Shit goin' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the eighties,\n  Buncha' young niggas poppin' off 'n' they sprayin',\n  Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n  Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome nine,\n  Kiss momma cause we goin' out 'n' gettin' mines,\n  Next nigga in line seventeen on the grind,\n  Shoot first nigga not seein' mines,\n  Big purses million dollar headlines,\n  Five drops, O-G the last big time,\n  Lord to the game, nigga till its my time,\n  Like father like son this nigga this time,\n  Junior got the fame and the game mastermind,\n  Two hundred on the dash, watch me mash,\n  Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags\n  I walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  Cash-cash-cash money bitch.\n  It b that cash money bitch.\n  Cash-cash-cash money bitch\n  It b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest\n  (if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)\n  Ribbon is red, thats how we play it,\n  An up town C-M-B blood till I'm dead,\n  That's what I said, I put some change on ya' head,\n  If you ever cross the line nigga nothin' but bread,\n  Fifty shots I'm hot\n  Nigga we wont stop,\n  From puttin' candy on the slabs,\n  Nigga stirrin' his pots,\n  Put the hammer on the jam,\n  Pull it 'n' pops,\n  Put the rubber on the bands\n  Nigga's stackin' his knots\n  Bitch I'm a boss\n  Bitch I'm a boss\n  And bury me like my father on the cross\n  And carry thy team I shall over a cross,\n  Shawty got that game on lock like a vault,\n  Weezy baby cayenne pepper, no salt,\n  Windows down on the hog in the winter its yo' fault,\n  I don't jump on the track, I pole vault\n  I got that \"s\" on my chest nigga I'm supposed to ball\n  I walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  I walk-walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n  It be that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.\n  It be that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.\n  Cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.\n  I walk around like I gotta \"s\" on my chest\n  It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n"},{"id":6691843,"name":"“S” on My Chest","trackName":"“S” on My Chest","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"We the Best","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\nReporting from kims kinda star\nHolly, CO sem team kinda far\nRidin' through the city in a tonka toy\nI got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n\nOnly ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\nAnd my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\nYep, red thick women, eyes adore\nI'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n\nYep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\nMafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\nWhen you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\nI'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\nSee my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\nBut with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\nWe run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nCash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nCash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\nIf you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\nShit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\nBuncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\nUp in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\nGot to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\nKiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\nNext nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\nShoe first, nigga not seein' mines\nBig purses, million dollar headlines\n5 drops, OG the last big time\nLord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n\nLike father, like son, nigga this time\nJunior got the fame and the game mastermind\n200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\nDoin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nBe that cash money, c-c-cash money\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\nLivin' is red, that's how we play it\nA uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\nThat's what I said, I put some change in yah head\nIf you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n\n50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\nFrom puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\nPut the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\nPut the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n\nBitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\nAnd bury me like my father on a cross\nAnd carry 19, I shall over a cross\nShawty got that game on lock like a vault\n\nWeezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\nWindows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\nI don't jump on the track, I pull forward\nI got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:03.93] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:06.68] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:11.95] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:13.64] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:15.90] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:19.39] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:22.52] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:25.28] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:28.75] Reporting from kims kinda star\n[00:31.42] Holly, CO sem team kinda far\n[00:34.41] Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy\n[00:37.23] I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n[00:40.59] Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n[00:43.57] And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n[00:45.95] Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n[00:48.94] I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n[00:52.61] Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n[00:55.45] Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n[00:58.10] When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n[01:00.48] I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n[01:04.56] See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n[01:07.39] But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n[01:10.34] We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n[01:15.88] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:19.52] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:22.75] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:25.56] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:29.41] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[01:33.95] Cash money, c-c-cash money\n[01:35.75] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:37.63] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:40.98] Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n[01:43.84] If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n[01:47.19] Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n[01:50.22] Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n[01:53.44] Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n[01:56.38] Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n[01:59.25] Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n[02:02.73] Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n[02:07.03] Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n[02:08.49] Big purses, million dollar headlines\n[02:11.55] 5 drops, OG the last big time\n[02:14.66] Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n[02:17.57] Like father, like son, nigga this time\n[02:20.02] Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n[02:24.11] 200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n[02:27.41] Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n[02:30.84] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:32.46] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:35.62] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:39.22] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[02:42.03] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:44.81] Be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:48.07] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:51.42] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:54.43] Livin' is red, that's how we play it\n[02:57.63] A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\n[03:00.88] That's what I said, I put some change in yah head\n[03:03.55] If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n[03:06.39] 50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\n[03:08.94] From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\n[03:11.89] Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\n[03:15.17] Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n[03:18.18] Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\n[03:21.28] And bury me like my father on a cross\n[03:24.20] And carry 19, I shall over a cross\n[03:27.33] Shawty got that game on lock like a vault\n[03:30.57] Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\n[03:37.46] Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\n[03:38.46] I don't jump on the track, I pull forward\n[03:40.51] I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n[03:43.24] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:45.32] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:48.37] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:51.51] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[03:54.45] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[03:57.78] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[04:00.83] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[04:03.79] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[04:06.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: “S” on My Chest\n  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dinosaur\n\nOnly ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\nAnd my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\nYep, red thick women, eyes adore\nI'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n\nYep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\nMafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\nWhen you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\nI'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\nSee my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\nBut with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\nWe run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nCash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nCash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\nIf you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\nShit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\nBuncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\nUp in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\nGot to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\nKiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\nNext nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\nShoe first, nigga not seein' mines\nBig purses, million dollar headlines\n5 drops, OG the last big time\nLord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n\nLike father, like son, nigga this time\nJunior got the fame and the game mastermind\n200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\nDoin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nBe that cash money, c-c-cash money\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\nLivin' is red, that's how we play it\nA uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\nThat's what I said, I put some change in yah head\nIf you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n\n50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\nFrom puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\nPut the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\nPut the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n\nBitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\nAnd bury me like my father on a cross\nAnd carry 19, I shall over a cross\nShawty got that game on lock like a vault\n\nWeezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\nWindows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\nI don't jump on the track, I pull forward\nI got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got 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know that I'm a whore\n[00:52.61] Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n[00:55.45] Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n[00:58.10] When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n[01:00.48] I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n[01:04.56] See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n[01:07.39] But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n[01:10.34] We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n[01:15.88] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:19.52] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:22.75] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:25.56] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:29.41] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[01:33.95] Cash money, c-c-cash money\n[01:35.75] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:37.63] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:40.98] Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n[01:43.84] If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n[01:47.19] Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n[01:50.22] Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n[01:53.44] Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n[01:56.38] Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n[01:59.25] Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n[02:02.73] Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n[02:07.03] Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n[02:08.49] Big purses, million dollar headlines\n[02:11.55] 5 drops, OG the last big time\n[02:14.66] Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n[02:17.57] Like father, like son, nigga this time\n[02:20.02] Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n[02:24.11] 200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n[02:27.41] Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n[02:30.84] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:32.46] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:35.62] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:39.22] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[02:42.03] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:44.81] Be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:48.07] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:51.42] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:54.43] Livin' is red, that's how we play it\n[02:57.63] A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\n[03:00.88] That's what I said, I put some change in yah head\n[03:03.55] If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n[03:06.39] 50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\n[03:08.94] From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\n[03:11.89] Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\n[03:15.17] Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n[03:18.18] Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\n[03:21.28] And bury me like my father on a cross\n[03:24.20] And carry 19, I shall over a cross\n[03:27.33] Shawty got that game on lock like a vault\n[03:30.57] Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\n[03:37.46] Windows down on the hulk in the 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just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\nSee my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\nBut with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\nWe run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nCash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nCash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\nIf you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\nShit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\nBuncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\nUp in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\nGot to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\nKiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\nNext nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\nShoe first, nigga not seein' mines\nBig 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him\nPut the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n\nBitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\nAnd bury me like my father on a cross\nAnd carry 19, I shall over a cross\nShawty got that game on lock like a vault\n\nWeezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\nWindows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\nI don't jump on the track, I pull forward\nI got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:03.93] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:06.68] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:11.95] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:13.64] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:15.90] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:19.39] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:22.52] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:25.28] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:28.75] Reporting from kims kinda star\n[00:31.42] Holly, CO sem team kinda far\n[00:34.41] Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy\n[00:37.23] I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n[00:40.59] Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n[00:43.57] And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n[00:45.95] Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n[00:48.94] I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n[00:52.61] Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n[00:55.45] Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n[00:58.10] When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n[01:00.48] I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n[01:04.56] See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n[01:07.39] But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n[01:10.34] We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n[01:15.88] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:19.52] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:22.75] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:25.56] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:29.41] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[01:33.95] Cash money, c-c-cash money\n[01:35.75] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:37.63] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:40.98] Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n[01:43.84] If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n[01:47.19] Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n[01:50.22] Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n[01:53.44] Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n[01:56.38] Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n[01:59.25] Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n[02:02.73] Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n[02:07.03] Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n[02:08.49] Big purses, million dollar headlines\n[02:11.55] 5 drops, OG the last big time\n[02:14.66] Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n[02:17.57] Like father, like son, nigga this time\n[02:20.02] Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n[02:24.11] 200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n[02:27.41] Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n[02:30.84] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:32.46] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:35.62] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:39.22] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[02:42.03] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:44.81] Be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:48.07] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:51.42] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:54.43] Livin' is red, that's how we play it\n[02:57.63] A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\n[03:00.88] That's what I said, I put some change in yah head\n[03:03.55] If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n[03:06.39] 50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\n[03:08.94] From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\n[03:11.89] Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\n[03:15.17] Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n[03:18.18] Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\n[03:21.28] And bury me like my father on a cross\n[03:24.20] And carry 19, I shall over a cross\n[03:27.33] Shawty got that game on lock like a vault\n[03:30.57] Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\n[03:37.46] Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\n[03:38.46] I don't jump on the track, I pull forward\n[03:40.51] I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n[03:43.24] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:45.32] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:48.37] I walk, I walk around like 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piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\n  Reporting from kims kinda star\n  Holly, CO sem team kinda far\n  Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy\n  I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n\n  Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n  And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n  Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n  I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n\n  Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n  Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n  When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n  I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\n  See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n  But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n  We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n  Cash money, c-c-cash money\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n  If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n  Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n  Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\n  Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n  Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n  Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n  Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\n  Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n  Big purses, million dollar headlines\n  5 drops, OG the last big time\n  Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n\n  Like father, like son, nigga this time\n  Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n  200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n  Doin' doughnuts in 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that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\nReporting from kims kinda star\nHolly, CO sem team kinda far\nRidin' through the city in a tonka toy\nI got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n\nOnly ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\nAnd my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\nYep, red thick women, eyes adore\nI'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n\nYep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\nMafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\nWhen you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\nI'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\nSee my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\nBut with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\nWe run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nCash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nCash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\nIf you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\nShit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\nBuncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\nUp in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\nGot to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\nKiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\nNext nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\nShoe first, nigga not seein' mines\nBig purses, million dollar headlines\n5 drops, OG the last big time\nLord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n\nLike father, like son, nigga this time\nJunior got the fame and the game mastermind\n200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\nDoin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nBe that cash money, c-c-cash money\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\nIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n\nLivin' is red, that's how we play it\nA uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\nThat's what I said, I put some change in yah head\nIf you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n\n50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\nFrom puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\nPut the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\nPut the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n\nBitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\nAnd bury me like my father on a cross\nAnd carry 19, I shall over a cross\nShawty got that game on lock like a vault\n\nWeezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\nWindows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\nI don't jump on the track, I pull forward\nI got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nThat be that cash money, c-c-cash money\nI walk around like I got a S on my chest\nThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:03.93] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:06.68] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:11.95] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[00:13.64] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[00:15.90] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:19.39] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:22.52] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:25.28] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[00:28.75] Reporting from kims kinda star\n[00:31.42] Holly, CO sem team kinda far\n[00:34.41] Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy\n[00:37.23] I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n[00:40.59] Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n[00:43.57] And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n[00:45.95] Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n[00:48.94] I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n[00:52.61] Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n[00:55.45] Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n[00:58.10] When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n[01:00.48] I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n[01:04.56] See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n[01:07.39] But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n[01:10.34] We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n[01:15.88] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:19.52] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:22.75] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:25.56] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:29.41] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[01:33.95] Cash money, c-c-cash money\n[01:35.75] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[01:37.63] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[01:40.98] Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n[01:43.84] If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n[01:47.19] Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n[01:50.22] Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n[01:53.44] Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n[01:56.38] Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n[01:59.25] Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n[02:02.73] Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n[02:07.03] Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n[02:08.49] Big purses, million dollar headlines\n[02:11.55] 5 drops, OG the last big time\n[02:14.66] Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n[02:17.57] Like father, like son, nigga this time\n[02:20.02] Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n[02:24.11] 200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n[02:27.41] Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n[02:30.84] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:32.46] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:35.62] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[02:39.22] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[02:42.03] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:44.81] Be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[02:48.07] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:51.42] It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n[02:54.43] Livin' is red, that's how we play it\n[02:57.63] A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead\n[03:00.88] That's what I said, I put some change in yah head\n[03:03.55] If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread\n[03:06.39] 50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop\n[03:08.94] From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots\n[03:11.89] Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him\n[03:15.17] Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots\n[03:18.18] Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss\n[03:21.28] And bury me like my father on a cross\n[03:24.20] And carry 19, I shall over a cross\n[03:27.33] Shawty got that game on lock like a vault\n[03:30.57] Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt\n[03:37.46] Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault\n[03:38.46] I don't jump on the track, I pull forward\n[03:40.51] I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow\n[03:43.24] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:45.32] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:48.37] I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[03:51.51] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[03:54.45] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[03:57.78] That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n[04:00.83] I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n[04:03.79] That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n[04:06.15] 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team kinda far\n  Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy\n  I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur\n\n  Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford\n  And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors\n  Yep, red thick women, eyes adore\n  I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore\n\n  Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys\n  Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy\n  When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy\n  I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy\n\n  See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy\n  But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy\n  We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy\n\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead\n  Cash money, c-c-cash money\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy\n  If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby\n  Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's\n  Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'\n\n  Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine\n  Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9\n  Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines\n  Next nigga in line 17 on the grind\n\n  Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines\n  Big purses, million dollar headlines\n  5 drops, OG the last big time\n  Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time\n\n  Like father, like son, nigga this time\n  Junior got the fame and the game mastermind\n  200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash\n  Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags\n\n  I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest\n  That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead\n\n  That be that cash money, c-c-cash money\n  Be that cash 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A Dinosaur\nHuh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\nAnd My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\nYep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\nYep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\nWhen You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\nSee My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\nWe Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nYeah,\nCash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\nIf You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\nShit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\nBuncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\nUp In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\nGot To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\nKiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\nNext Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\nShoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\nBig Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\nLord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\nLike Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\nJr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\nDoin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nLivin Is Red, That How We Play It,\nAn Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\nThats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\nIf You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\nFrom Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\nTo Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\nPull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\nNigga's That Means Knots\n\nBitch Imma Boss\nBitch Imma Boss\nBurry Me Like My Father On The Cross\nAnd Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\nShawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\nWeezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\nWindows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '\"S\" On My Chest'\n  artist: DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Birdman\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 251007\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":38931496,"name":"“S” on My Chest","trackName":"“S” on My Chest","artistName":"DJ Khaled Lil Wayne Birdman","albumName":"We the Best","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nReporting From Kims Corner Store\n**Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\nRidin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\nI Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\nHuh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\nAnd My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\nYep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\nYep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\nWhen You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\nSee My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\nWe Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nYeah,\nCash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\nIf You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\nShit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\nBuncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\nUp In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\nGot To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\nKiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\nNext Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\nShoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\nBig Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\nLord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\nLike Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\nJr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\nDoin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nLivin Is Red, That How We Play It,\nAn Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\nThats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\nIf You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\nFrom Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\nTo Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\nPull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\nNigga's That Means Knots\n\nBitch Imma Boss\nBitch Imma Boss\nBurry Me Like My Father On The Cross\nAnd Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\nShawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\nWeezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\nWindows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: “S” on My Chest\n  artist: DJ Khaled Lil Wayne Birdman\n  album: We the Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash 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Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\nYep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\nYep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\nWhen You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\nSee My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\nWe Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nYeah,\nCash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\nIf You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\nShit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\nBuncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\nUp In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\nGot To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\nKiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\nNext Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\nShoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\nBig Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\nLord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\nLike Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\nJr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\nDoin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nLivin Is Red, That How We Play It,\nAn Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\nThats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\nIf You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\nFrom Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\nTo Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\nPull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\nNigga's That Means Knots\n\nBitch Imma Boss\nBitch Imma Boss\nBurry Me Like My Father On The Cross\nAnd Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\nShawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\nWeezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\nWindows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '\"S\" on My Chest (Lil'' Wayne, Birdman)'\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We the Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":4090995,"name":"S On My Chest","trackName":"S On My Chest","artistName":"DJ Khaled feat. Birdman & Lil Wayne","albumName":"We The Best","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nReporting From Kims Corner Store\n**Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\nRidin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\nI Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\nHuh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\nAnd My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\nYep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\nYep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\nWhen You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\nSee My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\nWe Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nYeah,\nCash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\nIf You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\nShit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\nBuncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\nUp In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\nGot To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\nKiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\nNext Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\nShoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\nBig Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\nLord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\nLike Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\nJr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\nDoin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nLivin Is Red, That How We Play It,\nAn Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\nThats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\nIf You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\nFrom Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\nTo Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\nPull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\nNigga's That Means Knots\n\nBitch Imma Boss\nBitch Imma Boss\nBurry Me Like My Father On The Cross\nAnd Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\nShawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\nWeezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\nWindows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: S On My Chest\n  artist: DJ Khaled feat. Birdman & Lil Wayne\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":4090996,"name":"“S” on My Chest","trackName":"“S” on My Chest","artistName":"DJ Khaled feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman","albumName":"We the Best","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nReporting From Kims Corner Store\n**Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\nRidin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\nI Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\nHuh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\nAnd My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\nYep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\nYep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\nWhen You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\nSee My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\nWe Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nYeah,\nCash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\nIf You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\nShit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\nBuncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\nUp In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\nGot To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\nKiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\nNext Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\nShoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\nBig Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\nLord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\nLike Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\nJr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\nDoin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nLivin Is Red, That How We Play It,\nAn Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\nThats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\nIf You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\nFrom Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\nTo Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\nPull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\nNigga's That Means Knots\n\nBitch Imma Boss\nBitch Imma Boss\nBurry Me Like My Father On The Cross\nAnd Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\nShawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\nWeezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\nWindows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: “S” on My Chest\n  artist: DJ Khaled feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman\n  album: We the Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":22722315,"name":"\"S\" On My Chest","trackName":"\"S\" On My Chest","artistName":"DJ Khaled Feat. 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Lil Wayne & Birdman\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 250798\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":36585300,"name":"S On My Chest","trackName":"S On My Chest","artistName":"DJ Khaled featuring Lil Wayne & Birdman","albumName":"We The Best","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nReporting From Kims Corner Store\n**Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\nRidin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\nI Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\nHuh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\nAnd My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\nYep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\nYep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\nWhen You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\nSee My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\nWe Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nYeah,\nCash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\nIf You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\nShit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\nBuncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\nUp In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\nGot To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\nKiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\nNext Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\nShoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\nBig Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\nLord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\nLike Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\nJr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\nDoin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nCash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Bitch.\nCash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n(If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\nLivin Is Red, That How We Play It,\nAn Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\nThats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\nIf You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\nFrom Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\nTo Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\nPull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\nNigga's That Means Knots\n\nBitch Imma Boss\nBitch Imma Boss\nBurry Me Like My Father On The Cross\nAnd Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\nShawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\nWeezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\nWindows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nI Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nThat B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nIt B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nCash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\nI Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\nIt B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: S On My Chest\n  artist: DJ Khaled featuring Lil Wayne & Birdman\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":5695588,"name":"S On My Chest (feat. 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Birdman & Lil Wayne)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We the Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":29794102,"name":"S On My Chest (Ft. 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Lil' Wayne & Baby)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Hip-Hop and Rap\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":17864535,"name":"'S' On My Chest (Ft. 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Lil Wayne, Birdman)'\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 250947\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":15467858,"name":"“S” On My Chest (Feat. 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Lil Wayne, Birdman)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 250984\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":22140019,"name":"S On My Chest (Ft. 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Lil' Wayne & Baby)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 251011\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":10307290,"name":"S On My Chest (Ft. 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Birdman & Lil' Wayne)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"},{"id":12742665,"name":"\"S\" On My Chest (feat. 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Lil'' Wayne & Birdman)'\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: We The Best\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Reporting From Kims Corner Store\n  **Hollygrove, Seventeen carnivore.**\n  Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.\n  I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur\n  Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford\n  And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors\n  Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A whore, U Kno That Im A Whore\n  Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,\n  When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy\n  See My Dreads Hanging lookin like a rasta Boy, Fuck wit My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy\n  We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  Yeah,\n  Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy\n  If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby\n  Shit Goin B Crazy, Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,\n  Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,\n  Up In The Early We Thank God For The Sunshine\n  Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,\n  Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,\n  Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,\n  Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,\n  Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,\n  5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,\n  Lord To The Game, Nigga Till Its My Time,\n  Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,\n  Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,\n  2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,\n  Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags.\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n  (If Stunna Say A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)\n\n  Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,\n  An Up Town CMB Blood Till Im Dead,\n  Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,\n  If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,\n  50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,\n  From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,\n  To Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,\n  Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands\n  Nigga's That Means Knots\n\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Bitch Imma Boss\n  Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross\n  And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,\n  Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,\n  Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,\n  Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pole Vault, I Got That S On My Chest Nigga Im supposed to ball...\n\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead\n\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.\n  I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest\n  It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead...\n"}]