[{"id":12839563,"name":"Eyes on Me","trackName":"Eyes on Me","artistName":"Dave East","albumName":"Kairi Chanel","duration":383.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hello?\n\nYo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\nYo it's Ty\n\nTy? Ty who?\n\nYou don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\nAite, Love, love\n\nYou go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\nMan, how this nigga get my number\n\nSo I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\nWho is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\nHold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\nThis nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\nAite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\nThis nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\nNo, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\nThis nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\nWe got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\nGet the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\nThey say it don't matter who getting at her\nIf she getting at you\n(I think she getting at me)\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\nCoulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\nPull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\nEating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\nBut sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\nJust because you making money that don't make you real\nPut her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\nPlaying with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\nI might go Kobe in that thing\nMight go Kobe with the rings\nSlide up in it five times\nPop them bottles five times\nI hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n5 shots, five lines\nSoo-wu, five slimes\nAy, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\nShe said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\nWait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\nThat's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nI got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\nI do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\nI told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\nShe know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\nShe bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\nShe told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\nThat ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\nMy iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\nThe loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\nShe never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\nMonday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\nSmell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\nWe in Christians his and her\nDaily switching different purse\nI do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\nOut in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\nMe and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eyes on Me\n  artist: Dave East\n  album: Kairi Chanel\n  duration_ms: 383000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hello?\n\n  Yo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\n  Yo it's Ty\n\n  Ty? Ty who?\n\n  You don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\n  Aite, Love, love\n\n  You go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\n  Man, how this nigga get my number\n\n  So I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\n  Who is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\n  Hold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\n  This nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\n  Aite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\n  This nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\n  No, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\n  This nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\n  We got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\n  Get the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\n  They say it don't matter who getting at her\n  If she getting at you\n  (I think she getting at me)\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\n  Coulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\n  Pull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\n  Eating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\n  But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\n  Just because you making money that don't make you real\n  Put her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\n  Playing with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\n  I might go Kobe in that thing\n  Might go Kobe with the rings\n  Slide up in it five times\n  Pop them bottles five times\n  I hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n  5 shots, five lines\n  Soo-wu, five slimes\n  Ay, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\n  She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\n  Wait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\n  That's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\n  I do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\n  I told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\n  She know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\n  She bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\n  She told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\n  That ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\n  My iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\n  The loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\n  She never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\n  Monday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\n  Smell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\n  We in Christians his and her\n  Daily switching different purse\n  I do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\n  Out in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\n  Me and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n"},{"id":36895146,"name":"Eyes on Me","trackName":"Eyes on Me","artistName":"Dave East Fabolous","albumName":"Kairi Chanel","duration":383.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Big Sean & (Tory Lanez)\nHello\nYo, who this man? (Yo)\nFuck is this? Who the fuck is this calling me right now man?\nYo, it's Ty\nTy? Ty who?\nYeah\nTy?\nYou don't know me and all that my nigga, but I got\nYour number through somebody my nigga, I just want\nYou to know my nigga, I fuck with you my nigga\nYou a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, I just came home my nigga\nAlright\nI ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home!\nGot you, I got you\nYou a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\nAlright love, love\nYou go crazy, nigga goes crazy, I fucks with Da Cudit, Mama Workin'\nYo how the fuck this nigga get my number?\nI know Virgils workin' too, you know what\nI'm sayin' so I know all about the work\nKnow what I mean? I gets the work, I does the work\nI give niggas that work but long story short my nigga\nI heard you my nigga\nYou callin' my bitch my nigga, I seen the\nDM my nigga, I broke into her Instagram\nWho, who's your bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin' about?\nHold on my nigga, hold on, hold the fuck on, real talk\nMy nigga, don't hang up cause real niggas don't hang up\nThis nigga's buggin' the fuck out B\nAlright man, go ahead, talk man, talk\nOn some real shit man, I rap too, I mean I'll let you hear\nSomething after we finish this but hold on one second, yo\nThis nigga's crazy man, are you cryin' my nigga? Nah, you cryin'?\nThat's my bitch my nigga, just leave her alone my nigga\nThis nigga cryin' on my fuckin' phone\nI don't know who this nigga is man, word\nAnd I just wanted to come home to my family B, she was visitin' me\nYour family?\nTellin' me everything was good, the commissary\nWas right, the jack mack, everything B, everything\nYo, yo get the fuck off my line man, I heard you my nigga, word\nNigga's callin' me all fuckin' day\nHow the fuck he get my number anyway?\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\nCould've flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\nPull up on 'em in the back, I ain't even front\nEatin' off a day party, I ain't even lunch\nBut sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mill\nJust because you makin' money that don't make you real\nPut her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\nPlayin' with that Black Mamba, how that Laker feel?\nI might go Kobe in that thing, might go Kobe with the ring\nSlide up in it five times, pop them bottles five times\nI hit fifty on them niggas, came through with five dimes\nFive shots, five limes, suu whoop, five slimes\nAyy, on my girl shaped like Donald Jones' guitar\nShe said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\nWay we made that fuckin' movie, think we gon' be porno stars\nThat's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you wan' do, yeah\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI got misses in different cities, they ain't never meetin'\nI do hotels, they see the penthouse, they ain't never leavin'\nI told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\nShe know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\nShe bend it over, I get closer, lot of heavy breathin'\nShe told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\nThat ass for me, she splash the sheets until that bed is leakin'\nMy eyes don't keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\nThe loud is reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\nShe never speak on how we creepin', guess that's now our secret\nMonday to Thursday I'm grindin' so we get wild this weekend\nSmell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\nWe in Christians, his and hers, daily switchin' different purses\nI do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\nOut in public we be touchin', people talk like, \"Yo, y'all buggin'\"\nMe and her be takin' flights, we got matching Goyard luggage\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eyes on Me\n  artist: Dave East Fabolous\n  album: Kairi Chanel\n  duration_ms: 383000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Big Sean & (Tory Lanez)\n  Hello\n  Yo, who this man? (Yo)\n  Fuck is this? Who the fuck is this calling me right now man?\n  Yo, it's Ty\n  Ty? Ty who?\n  Yeah\n  Ty?\n  You don't know me and all that my nigga, but I got\n  Your number through somebody my nigga, I just want\n  You to know my nigga, I fuck with you my nigga\n  You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, I just came home my nigga\n  Alright\n  I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home!\n  Got you, I got you\n  You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n  Alright love, love\n  You go crazy, nigga goes crazy, I fucks with Da Cudit, Mama Workin'\n  Yo how the fuck this nigga get my number?\n  I know Virgils workin' too, you know what\n  I'm sayin' so I know all about the work\n  Know what I mean? I gets the work, I does the work\n  I give niggas that work but long story short my nigga\n  I heard you my nigga\n  You callin' my bitch my nigga, I seen the\n  DM my nigga, I broke into her Instagram\n  Who, who's your bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin' about?\n  Hold on my nigga, hold on, hold the fuck on, real talk\n  My nigga, don't hang up cause real niggas don't hang up\n  This nigga's buggin' the fuck out B\n  Alright man, go ahead, talk man, talk\n  On some real shit man, I rap too, I mean I'll let you hear\n  Something after we finish this but hold on one second, yo\n  This nigga's crazy man, are you cryin' my nigga? Nah, you cryin'?\n  That's my bitch my nigga, just leave her alone my nigga\n  This nigga cryin' on my fuckin' phone\n  I don't know who this nigga is man, word\n  And I just wanted to come home to my family B, she was visitin' me\n  Your family?\n  Tellin' me everything was good, the commissary\n  Was right, the jack mack, everything B, everything\n  Yo, yo get the fuck off my line man, I heard you my nigga, word\n  Nigga's callin' me all fuckin' day\n  How the fuck he get my number anyway?\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\n  Could've flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\n  Pull up on 'em in the back, I ain't even front\n  Eatin' off a day party, I ain't even lunch\n  But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mill\n  Just because you makin' money that don't make you real\n  Put her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\n  Playin' with that Black Mamba, how that Laker feel?\n  I might go Kobe in that thing, might go Kobe with the ring\n  Slide up in it five times, pop them bottles five times\n  I hit fifty on them niggas, came through with five dimes\n  Five shots, five limes, suu whoop, five slimes\n  Ayy, on my girl shaped like Donald Jones' guitar\n  She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\n  Way we made that fuckin' movie, think we gon' be porno stars\n  That's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you wan' do, yeah\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I got misses in different cities, they ain't never meetin'\n  I do hotels, they see the penthouse, they ain't never leavin'\n  I told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\n  She know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\n  She bend it over, I get closer, lot of heavy breathin'\n  She told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\n  That ass for me, she splash the sheets until that bed is leakin'\n  My eyes don't keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\n  The loud is reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\n  She never speak on how we creepin', guess that's now our secret\n  Monday to Thursday I'm grindin' so we get wild this weekend\n  Smell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\n  We in Christians, his and hers, daily switchin' different purses\n  I do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\n  Out in public we be touchin', people talk like, \"Yo, y'all buggin'\"\n  Me and her be takin' flights, we got matching Goyard luggage\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n"},{"id":6167535,"name":"Eyes on Me (feat. Fabolous)","trackName":"Eyes on Me (feat. Fabolous)","artistName":"Dave East","albumName":"Kairi Chanel","duration":383.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hello?\n\nYo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\nYo it's Ty\n\nTy? Ty who?\n\nYou don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\nAite, Love, love\n\nYou go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\nMan, how this nigga get my number\n\nSo I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\nWho is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\nHold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\nThis nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\nAite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\nThis nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\nNo, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\nThis nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\nWe got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\nGet the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\nThey say it don't matter who getting at her\nIf she getting at you\n(I think she getting at me)\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\nCoulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\nPull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\nEating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\nBut sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\nJust because you making money that don't make you real\nPut her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\nPlaying with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\nI might go Kobe in that thing\nMight go Kobe with the rings\nSlide up in it five times\nPop them bottles five times\nI hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n5 shots, five lines\nSoo-wu, five slimes\nAy, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\nShe said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\nWait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\nThat's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nI got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\nI do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\nI told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\nShe know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\nShe bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\nShe told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\nThat ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\nMy iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\nThe loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\nShe never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\nMonday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\nSmell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\nWe in Christians his and her\nDaily switching different purse\nI do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\nOut in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\nMe and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eyes on Me (feat. Fabolous)\n  artist: Dave East\n  album: Kairi Chanel\n  duration_ms: 383000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hello?\n\n  Yo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\n  Yo it's Ty\n\n  Ty? Ty who?\n\n  You don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\n  Aite, Love, love\n\n  You go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\n  Man, how this nigga get my number\n\n  So I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\n  Who is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\n  Hold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\n  This nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\n  Aite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\n  This nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\n  No, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\n  This nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\n  We got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\n  Get the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\n  They say it don't matter who getting at her\n  If she getting at you\n  (I think she getting at me)\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\n  Coulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\n  Pull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\n  Eating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\n  But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\n  Just because you making money that don't make you real\n  Put her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\n  Playing with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\n  I might go Kobe in that thing\n  Might go Kobe with the rings\n  Slide up in it five times\n  Pop them bottles five times\n  I hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n  5 shots, five lines\n  Soo-wu, five slimes\n  Ay, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\n  She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\n  Wait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\n  That's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\n  I do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\n  I told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\n  She know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\n  She bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\n  She told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\n  That ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\n  My iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\n  The loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\n  She never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\n  Monday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\n  Smell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\n  We in Christians his and her\n  Daily switching different purse\n  I do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\n  Out in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\n  Me and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n"},{"id":11140517,"name":"Eyes on Me","trackName":"Eyes on Me","artistName":"Dave East feat. Fabolous","albumName":"Kairi Chanel","duration":383.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hello?\n\nYo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\nYo it's Ty\n\nTy? Ty who?\n\nYou don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\nAite, Love, love\n\nYou go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\nMan, how this nigga get my number\n\nSo I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\nWho is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\nHold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\nThis nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\nAite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\nThis nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\nNo, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\nThis nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\nWe got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\nGet the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\nThey say it don't matter who getting at her\nIf she getting at you\n(I think she getting at me)\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\nCoulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\nPull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\nEating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\nBut sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\nJust because you making money that don't make you real\nPut her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\nPlaying with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\nI might go Kobe in that thing\nMight go Kobe with the rings\nSlide up in it five times\nPop them bottles five times\nI hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n5 shots, five lines\nSoo-wu, five slimes\nAy, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\nShe said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\nWait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\nThat's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nI got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\nI do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\nI told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\nShe know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\nShe bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\nShe told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\nThat ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\nMy iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\nThe loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\nShe never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\nMonday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\nSmell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\nWe in Christians his and her\nDaily switching different purse\nI do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\nOut in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\nMe and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eyes on Me\n  artist: Dave East feat. Fabolous\n  album: Kairi Chanel\n  duration_ms: 383000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hello?\n\n  Yo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\n  Yo it's Ty\n\n  Ty? Ty who?\n\n  You don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\n  Aite, Love, love\n\n  You go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\n  Man, how this nigga get my number\n\n  So I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\n  Who is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\n  Hold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\n  This nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\n  Aite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\n  This nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\n  No, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\n  This nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\n  We got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\n  Get the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\n  They say it don't matter who getting at her\n  If she getting at you\n  (I think she getting at me)\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\n  Coulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\n  Pull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\n  Eating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\n  But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\n  Just because you making money that don't make you real\n  Put her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\n  Playing with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\n  I might go Kobe in that thing\n  Might go Kobe with the rings\n  Slide up in it five times\n  Pop them bottles five times\n  I hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n  5 shots, five lines\n  Soo-wu, five slimes\n  Ay, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\n  She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\n  Wait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\n  That's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\n  I do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\n  I told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\n  She know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\n  She bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\n  She told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\n  That ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\n  My iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\n  The loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\n  She never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\n  Monday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\n  Smell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\n  We in Christians his and her\n  Daily switching different purse\n  I do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\n  Out in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\n  Me and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n"},{"id":34172085,"name":"Eyes on Me (feat. Fabolous) [Explicit]","trackName":"Eyes on Me (feat. Fabolous) [Explicit]","artistName":"Dave East & Fabolous","albumName":"Kairi Chanel [Explicit]","duration":383.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Big Sean & (Tory Lanez)\nHello\nYo, who this man? (Yo)\nFuck is this? Who the fuck is this calling me right now man?\nYo, it's Ty\nTy? Ty who?\nYeah\nTy?\nYou don't know me and all that my nigga, but I got\nYour number through somebody my nigga, I just want\nYou to know my nigga, I fuck with you my nigga\nYou a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, I just came home my nigga\nAlright\nI ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home!\nGot you, I got you\nYou a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\nAlright love, love\nYou go crazy, nigga goes crazy, I fucks with Da Cudit, Mama Workin'\nYo how the fuck this nigga get my number?\nI know Virgils workin' too, you know what\nI'm sayin' so I know all about the work\nKnow what I mean? I gets the work, I does the work\nI give niggas that work but long story short my nigga\nI heard you my nigga\nYou callin' my bitch my nigga, I seen the\nDM my nigga, I broke into her Instagram\nWho, who's your bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin' about?\nHold on my nigga, hold on, hold the fuck on, real talk\nMy nigga, don't hang up cause real niggas don't hang up\nThis nigga's buggin' the fuck out B\nAlright man, go ahead, talk man, talk\nOn some real shit man, I rap too, I mean I'll let you hear\nSomething after we finish this but hold on one second, yo\nThis nigga's crazy man, are you cryin' my nigga? Nah, you cryin'?\nThat's my bitch my nigga, just leave her alone my nigga\nThis nigga cryin' on my fuckin' phone\nI don't know who this nigga is man, word\nAnd I just wanted to come home to my family B, she was visitin' me\nYour family?\nTellin' me everything was good, the commissary\nWas right, the jack mack, everything B, everything\nYo, yo get the fuck off my line man, I heard you my nigga, word\nNigga's callin' me all fuckin' day\nHow the fuck he get my number anyway?\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\nCould've flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\nPull up on 'em in the back, I ain't even front\nEatin' off a day party, I ain't even lunch\nBut sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mill\nJust because you makin' money that don't make you real\nPut her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\nPlayin' with that Black Mamba, how that Laker feel?\nI might go Kobe in that thing, might go Kobe with the ring\nSlide up in it five times, pop them bottles five times\nI hit fifty on them niggas, came through with five dimes\nFive shots, five limes, suu whoop, five slimes\nAyy, on my girl shaped like Donald Jones' guitar\nShe said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\nWay we made that fuckin' movie, think we gon' be porno stars\nThat's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you wan' do, yeah\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI got misses in different cities, they ain't never meetin'\nI do hotels, they see the penthouse, they ain't never leavin'\nI told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\nShe know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\nShe bend it over, I get closer, lot of heavy breathin'\nShe told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\nThat ass for me, she splash the sheets until that bed is leakin'\nMy eyes don't keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\nThe loud is reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\nShe never speak on how we creepin', guess that's now our secret\nMonday to Thursday I'm grindin' so we get wild this weekend\nSmell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\nWe in Christians, his and hers, daily switchin' different purses\nI do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\nOut in public we be touchin', people talk like, \"Yo, y'all buggin'\"\nMe and her be takin' flights, we got matching Goyard luggage\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\nShorty got her eyes on me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eyes on Me (feat. Fabolous) [Explicit]\n  artist: Dave East & Fabolous\n  album: Kairi Chanel [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 383000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Big Sean & (Tory Lanez)\n  Hello\n  Yo, who this man? (Yo)\n  Fuck is this? Who the fuck is this calling me right now man?\n  Yo, it's Ty\n  Ty? Ty who?\n  Yeah\n  Ty?\n  You don't know me and all that my nigga, but I got\n  Your number through somebody my nigga, I just want\n  You to know my nigga, I fuck with you my nigga\n  You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, I just came home my nigga\n  Alright\n  I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home!\n  Got you, I got you\n  You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n  Alright love, love\n  You go crazy, nigga goes crazy, I fucks with Da Cudit, Mama Workin'\n  Yo how the fuck this nigga get my number?\n  I know Virgils workin' too, you know what\n  I'm sayin' so I know all about the work\n  Know what I mean? I gets the work, I does the work\n  I give niggas that work but long story short my nigga\n  I heard you my nigga\n  You callin' my bitch my nigga, I seen the\n  DM my nigga, I broke into her Instagram\n  Who, who's your bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin' about?\n  Hold on my nigga, hold on, hold the fuck on, real talk\n  My nigga, don't hang up cause real niggas don't hang up\n  This nigga's buggin' the fuck out B\n  Alright man, go ahead, talk man, talk\n  On some real shit man, I rap too, I mean I'll let you hear\n  Something after we finish this but hold on one second, yo\n  This nigga's crazy man, are you cryin' my nigga? Nah, you cryin'?\n  That's my bitch my nigga, just leave her alone my nigga\n  This nigga cryin' on my fuckin' phone\n  I don't know who this nigga is man, word\n  And I just wanted to come home to my family B, she was visitin' me\n  Your family?\n  Tellin' me everything was good, the commissary\n  Was right, the jack mack, everything B, everything\n  Yo, yo get the fuck off my line man, I heard you my nigga, word\n  Nigga's callin' me all fuckin' day\n  How the fuck he get my number anyway?\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\n  Could've flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\n  Pull up on 'em in the back, I ain't even front\n  Eatin' off a day party, I ain't even lunch\n  But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mill\n  Just because you makin' money that don't make you real\n  Put her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\n  Playin' with that Black Mamba, how that Laker feel?\n  I might go Kobe in that thing, might go Kobe with the ring\n  Slide up in it five times, pop them bottles five times\n  I hit fifty on them niggas, came through with five dimes\n  Five shots, five limes, suu whoop, five slimes\n  Ayy, on my girl shaped like Donald Jones' guitar\n  She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\n  Way we made that fuckin' movie, think we gon' be porno stars\n  That's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you wan' do, yeah\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I got misses in different cities, they ain't never meetin'\n  I do hotels, they see the penthouse, they ain't never leavin'\n  I told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\n  She know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\n  She bend it over, I get closer, lot of heavy breathin'\n  She told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\n  That ass for me, she splash the sheets until that bed is leakin'\n  My eyes don't keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\n  The loud is reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\n  She never speak on how we creepin', guess that's now our secret\n  Monday to Thursday I'm grindin' so we get wild this weekend\n  Smell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\n  We in Christians, his and hers, daily switchin' different purses\n  I do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\n  Out in public we be touchin', people talk like, \"Yo, y'all buggin'\"\n  Me and her be takin' flights, we got matching Goyard luggage\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now what it's gon' be?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up in a few, now what you wanna do?\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'mma pull up with a few, tell me what you wanna do\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga, you just in the way\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n"},{"id":6167534,"name":"Eyes On Me (feat. Fabolous)","trackName":"Eyes On Me (feat. Fabolous)","artistName":"Dave East feat. Fabolous","albumName":"Kairi Chanel","duration":383.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hello?\n\nYo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\nYo it's Ty\n\nTy? Ty who?\n\nYou don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\nAite, Love, love\n\nYou go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\nMan, how this nigga get my number\n\nSo I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\nWho is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\nHold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\nThis nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\nAite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\nThis nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\nNo, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\nThis nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\nWe got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\nGet the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\nThey say it don't matter who getting at her\nIf she getting at you\n(I think she getting at me)\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nI walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\nCoulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\nPull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\nEating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\nBut sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\nJust because you making money that don't make you real\nPut her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\nPlaying with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\nI might go Kobe in that thing\nMight go Kobe with the rings\nSlide up in it five times\nPop them bottles five times\nI hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n5 shots, five lines\nSoo-wu, five slimes\nAy, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\nShe said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\nWait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\nThat's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nI got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\nI do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\nI told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\nShe know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\nShe bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\nShe told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\nThat ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\nMy iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\nThe loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\nShe never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\nMonday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\nSmell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\nWe in Christians his and her\nDaily switching different purse\nI do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\nOut in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\nMe and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\nIt's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\nShorty got her eyes on me\n\nIt's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\nShorty got her eyes on me\nI'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\nShorty got her eyes on me\nAnd I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\nYeah shorty got her eyes on me\nDon't care what you say, just know that you in the way\nYour shorty got her eyes on me\n\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nShorty got her eyes on me\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eyes On Me (feat. Fabolous)\n  artist: Dave East feat. Fabolous\n  album: Kairi Chanel\n  duration_ms: 383000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hello?\n\n  Yo who this man? Who the fuck is this calling me right now?\n  Yo it's Ty\n\n  Ty? Ty who?\n\n  You don't know me and all that my nigga but I got your number through somebody my nigga I just want you to know I fuck with you my nigga. You a real nigga my nigga, I just came home, just came home my nigga. I ain't been home 24 hours my nigga, I just came home. You a real nigga my nigga, I heard you on Kay Slay up north my nigga\n\n  Aite, Love, love\n\n  You go crazy, nigga goes crazy. I fucks with the Cut It, Momma Workin\n\n  Man, how this nigga get my number\n\n  So I know all about the work nah mean, I gets the work I does the work, I give niggas that work. But long story short my nigga, you calling my bitch my nigga. I seen the DM my nigga, broke into her instagram\n\n  Who is yo bitch my nigga? Fuck is you talkin bout\n\n  Hold on, real talk my nigga, don't hand up cause real niggas don't hang up. Real niggas don't hang up\n\n  This nigga buggin the fuck out B. Ait man, go head talk, go head talk\n\n  Aite man, on some real shit I rap too, I let your hear something after we finish this, but hold on one second, yo\n\n  This nigga's crazy man, are you crying my nigga? Nahhh, Are you crying?\n\n  No, that's my bitch my nigga, leave her alone my nigga\n\n  This nigga crying on my fuckin phone\n\n  We got a family. I just wana come home to my family B. She was visitin me, tellin me everything was good, the commissary was right, the jack mack everything B, everything\n\n  Get the fuck off my line I heard you my nigga word, niggas calling me all fucking day, how the fuck you get my number anyway?\n\n  They say it don't matter who getting at her\n  If she getting at you\n  (I think she getting at me)\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I walk in rooms and get attention I ain't even want\n  Coulda flexed when I saw you, I ain't even stunt\n  Pull up on 'em in the back I ain't even front\n  Eating off of a day party, I ain't even lunch\n  But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil\n  Just because you making money that don't make you real\n  Put her hands in my pants, had to make her feel\n  Playing with that black mamba, how that Laker feel\n  I might go Kobe in that thing\n  Might go Kobe with the rings\n  Slide up in it five times\n  Pop them bottles five times\n  I hit 50 on 'em niggas, came through with 5 dimes\n  5 shots, five lines\n  Soo-wu, five slimes\n  Ay, all my girls shaped like Donald Jones guitar\n  She said tape it just so you can watch it on your phone tomorrow\n  Wait we made that fucking movie, think we gon' be porno stars\n  That's just what we gon' do, now tell me what you want do?\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  I got misses in different cities, they ain't never meeting\n  I do hotels then see the penthouse, they ain't ever leaving\n  I told her I don't do no drugs, I just be heavy weeded\n  She know I really was outside, I been in every precinct\n  She bended over, I get closer, lotta heavy breathing\n  She told me I was in her stomach, I get very deep in\n  That ass for me, she splashed the cheeks until that bed is leaking\n  My iPhone keep me in drama, I wish I had a beeper\n  The loudest reefer, cold champagne, I'm in Italian sneakers\n  She never speak on how we creeping guess that's now our secret\n  Monday to Thursday I'm grinding so we get wild as Weeknd\n  Smell like she fresh out the shower, no doubt I'm down to eat it\n  We in Christians his and her\n  Daily switching different purse\n  I do Henny, she do vodka, hit it before she go to work\n  Out in pubic we be touching, people talking like yo y'all bugging\n  Me and her be taking flights, we got matching Goyard luggage, uh\n\n  It's a quarter past three, now orders gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up in a few now what's you gon' do bae\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, nigga you just wanna wait\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  It's a quarter past three, tell me what it's gon' be\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  I'ma pull up with a few tell me what you gon' d\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  And I heard they getting at her but it really don't matter\n  Yeah shorty got her eyes on me\n  Don't care what you say, just know that you in the way\n  Your shorty got her eyes on me\n\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Shorty got her eyes on me\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah-yeah\n"}]