[{"id":10511245,"name":"No Chorus","trackName":"No Chorus","artistName":"Digga D","albumName":"Made In The Pyrex (Bonus Track)","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\nWe let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n(Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n\nBro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\nSN1, man, drop two latex\nBest friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\nChef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\nI don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\nI put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n\nThe engine light just come up on the dash\nBro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\nUsed to make gyal come O in the morning\nWhen she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\nNeed more nine milli' dentures (baow)\nBro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? (Baow)\nHold the meds G, just breathe like Skechers\nPut my shoes on and breeze interceptors\n\nYou try make him a drink\nIt was gone in a blink, you know we got Nesquik (tek that)\nIf I pull up on opps and MM's shooting a\nVid, I ain't moving selective (yo, tek that)\n44 corn is effective, won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives\nIf the cameraman gets smoked\nThat's his own fault but that weren't the objective (yo, lift that)\n\nMore time, I don't even send out text\nCah Lycamobile's tryna limit man's usage\nBullingdon, I was sending the redbone on\nFree throw to library to grab mans movies\nIt's mad cah my brownin's clueless\nSaid \"What's with the petrol?\", I just done a booting\nI just laugh to myself on the sly\nWe know what you're on, there's no need to prove it\n\nYo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\nWe don't need no chorus\nPut down the 45, lift up the taurus\nWe got a 141 like some unknown callers\nLOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\nThey need to open saunas\nThe bleach did heat up my skin like August\nMan still take the risk like Tallerz\n\nJamaican ting, make the food just flush\nIf it's a raid then the jakes try hit (she baddie)\nAnd she still get vexed I'm North West\n'Cause she don't know who persuasion is\nThree man in a plated whip\nPulling up on estates where paigons live\nAnd this ting soon get popping\nSome man ain't shotting, man's saving sticks (baow)\nIf I tell yardman lock it, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig\nThem man there, those some brazen pricks\nFeed them boy corn like some craving kids (woosh)\nChatting to gyal and creating fibs\nLike they don't know who done made it lit (lagga)\nAnd my English gyal want war 'cause\nShe thinks I flew with my Bajan bitch\n\nMy blue foot gyal love me and my lingo\nLingo, ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goodie)\nAs a matter of fact\nThe bitch went black then left that gringo (yeah, yeah)\nLook through the window\nAin't that, though?\nIt is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto\nSpilt some juice, try give man cinco, cinco\nBro said his light come better than\nMine, let's go compare it's simple (simples)\nOT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)\nPistol filled with bells (yeah)\nAnd watch them all run when it jingles\nGot stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot banging sprinkles\nGet man pissed off\nShots get licked off, po-po pulled up, pigs got tipped off\nThem man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up\nNever did scab ups, still got picked off\nMeaning mixed up, shit goes tits up\nMight get dipped up and get switched off\nKill confirmed, had peers concerned\nThat bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off\n\nYo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\nWe don't need no chorus\nPut down the 45, lift up the taurus\nWe got a 141 like some unknown callers\nLOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\nThey need to open saunas\nThe bleach did heat up my skin like August\nMan still take the risk like Tallerz\n\nYo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\nWe don't need no chorus\nPut down the 45, lift up the taurus\nWe got a 141 like some unknown callers\nLOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\nThey need to open saunas\nThe bleach did heat up my skin like August\nMan still take the risk like Tallerz\n\nYo it's the verse\nWe don't need no verse\nMan rise up, try put him in a hearse\nWho's that bro? Put it in reverse\nYou get me? Fourth time out of jail\nStill ain't cut my nails\nOh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.34] Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\n[00:06.81] We let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n[00:12.85] (Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n[00:14.00] Bro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\n[00:16.28] SN1, man, drop two latex\n[00:17.26] Best friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\n[00:18.89] Chef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\n[00:20.74] I don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\n[00:24.48] I put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n[00:27.22] The engine light just come up on the dash\n[00:28.85] Bro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\n[00:30.66] Used to make gyal come O in the morning\n[00:32.21] When she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\n[00:34.45] Need more nine milli' dentures (baow)\n[00:35.65] Bro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? (Baow)\n[00:37.24] Hold the meds G, just breathe like Skechers\n[00:38.88] Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors\n[00:40.94] You try make him a drink\n[00:41.99] It was gone in a blink, you know we got Nesquik (tek that)\n[00:44.02] If I pull up on opps and MM's shooting a\n[00:45.84] Vid, I ain't moving selective (yo, tek that)\n[00:47.48] 44 corn is effective, won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives\n[00:50.45] If the cameraman gets smoked\n[00:51.83] That's his own fault but that weren't the objective (yo, lift that)\n[00:54.03] More time, I don't even send out text\n[00:55.28] Cah Lycamobile's tryna limit man's usage\n[00:57.35] Bullingdon, I was sending the redbone on\n[00:58.75] Free throw to library to grab mans movies\n[01:00.77] It's mad cah my brownin's clueless\n[01:01.92] Said \"What's with the petrol?\", I just done a booting\n[01:03.91] I just laugh to myself on the sly\n[01:05.11] We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it\n[01:07.84] Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n[01:09.27] We don't need no chorus\n[01:10.33] Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n[01:12.02] We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n[01:14.03] LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n[01:15.71] They need to open saunas\n[01:16.87] The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n[01:18.53] Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n[01:20.13] Jamaican ting, make the food just flush\n[01:21.93] If it's a raid then the jakes try hit (she baddie)\n[01:23.78] And she still get vexed I'm North West\n[01:25.25] 'Cause she don't know who persuasion is\n[01:27.19] Three man in a plated whip\n[01:28.34] Pulling up on estates where paigons live\n[01:30.69] And this ting soon get popping\n[01:31.77] Some man ain't shotting, man's saving sticks (baow)\n[01:33.98] If I tell yardman lock it, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig\n[01:36.98] Them man there, those some brazen pricks\n[01:38.30] Feed them boy corn like some craving kids (woosh)\n[01:40.23] Chatting to gyal and creating fibs\n[01:41.77] Like they don't know who done made it lit (lagga)\n[01:43.66] And my English gyal want war 'cause\n[01:45.16] She thinks I flew with my Bajan bitch\n[01:46.51] My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo\n[01:48.34] Lingo, ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goodie)\n[01:50.62] As a matter of fact\n[01:51.57] The bitch went black then left that gringo (yeah, yeah)\n[01:54.11] Look through the window\n[01:55.85] Ain't that, though?\n[01:56.58] It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto\n[01:58.23] Spilt some juice, try give man cinco, cinco\n[02:00.39] Bro said his light come better than\n[02:01.55] Mine, let's go compare it's simple (simples)\n[02:04.16] OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)\n[02:07.01] Pistol filled with bells (yeah)\n[02:08.58] And watch them all run when it jingles\n[02:10.07] Got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot banging sprinkles\n[02:13.20] Get man pissed off\n[02:13.92] Shots get licked off, po-po pulled up, pigs got tipped off\n[02:16.40] Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up\n[02:18.12] Never did scab ups, still got picked off\n[02:19.89] Meaning mixed up, shit goes tits up\n[02:21.47] Might get dipped up and get switched off\n[02:23.12] Kill confirmed, had peers concerned\n[02:24.63] That bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off\n[02:27.25] Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n[02:28.60] We don't need no chorus\n[02:29.71] Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n[02:31.44] We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n[02:33.41] LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n[02:35.24] They need to open saunas\n[02:36.32] The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n[02:38.07] Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n[02:40.51] Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n[02:41.93] We don't need no chorus\n[02:42.92] Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n[02:44.73] We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n[02:46.71] LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n[02:48.44] They need to open saunas\n[02:49.58] The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n[02:51.20] Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n[02:53.78] Yo it's the verse\n[02:55.18] We don't need no verse\n[02:56.25] Man rise up, try put him in a hearse\n[02:58.24] Who's that bro? Put it in reverse\n[02:59.49] You get me? Fourth time out of jail\n[03:03.34] Still ain't cut my nails\n[03:05.71] Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell\n[03:08.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Chorus\n  artist: Digga D\n  album: Made In The Pyrex (Bonus Track)\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\n  start_ms: 3340\n  end_ms: 6810\n- text: We let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n  start_ms: 6810\n  end_ms: 12850\n- text: (Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n  start_ms: 12850\n  end_ms: 14000\n- text: Bro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\n  start_ms: 14000\n  end_ms: 16280\n- text: SN1, man, drop two latex\n  start_ms: 16280\n  end_ms: 17260\n- text: Best friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\n  start_ms: 17260\n  end_ms: 18890\n- text: Chef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\n  start_ms: 18890\n  end_ms: 20740\n- text: I don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\n  start_ms: 20740\n  end_ms: 24480\n- text: I put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n  start_ms: 24480\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: The engine light just come up on the dash\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28850\n- text: Bro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\n  start_ms: 28850\n  end_ms: 30660\n- text: Used to make gyal come O in the morning\n  start_ms: 30660\n  end_ms: 32210\n- text: When she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\n  start_ms: 32210\n  end_ms: 34450\n- text: Need more nine milli' dentures (baow)\n  start_ms: 34450\n  end_ms: 35650\n- text: Bro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? 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(Baow)\n  Hold the meds G, just breathe like Skechers\n  Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors\n\n  You try make him a drink\n  It was gone in a blink, you know we got Nesquik (tek that)\n  If I pull up on opps and MM's shooting a\n  Vid, I ain't moving selective (yo, tek that)\n  44 corn is effective, won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives\n  If the cameraman gets smoked\n  That's his own fault but that weren't the objective (yo, lift that)\n\n  More time, I don't even send out text\n  Cah Lycamobile's tryna limit man's usage\n  Bullingdon, I was sending the redbone on\n  Free throw to library to grab mans movies\n  It's mad cah my brownin's clueless\n  Said \"What's with the petrol?\", I just done a booting\n  I just laugh to myself on the sly\n  We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus\n  Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  They need to open saunas\n  The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n\n  Jamaican ting, make the food just flush\n  If it's a raid then the jakes try hit (she baddie)\n  And she still get vexed I'm North West\n  'Cause she don't know who persuasion is\n  Three man in a plated whip\n  Pulling up on estates where paigons live\n  And this ting soon get popping\n  Some man ain't shotting, man's saving sticks (baow)\n  If I tell yardman lock it, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig\n  Them man there, those some brazen pricks\n  Feed them boy corn like some craving kids (woosh)\n  Chatting to gyal and creating fibs\n  Like they don't know who done made it lit (lagga)\n  And my English gyal want war 'cause\n  She thinks I flew with my Bajan bitch\n\n  My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo\n  Lingo, ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goodie)\n  As a matter of fact\n  The bitch went black then left that gringo (yeah, yeah)\n  Look through the window\n  Ain't that, though?\n  It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto\n  Spilt some juice, try give man cinco, cinco\n  Bro said his light come better than\n  Mine, let's go compare it's simple (simples)\n  OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)\n  Pistol filled with bells (yeah)\n  And watch them all run when it jingles\n  Got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot banging sprinkles\n  Get man pissed off\n  Shots get licked off, po-po pulled up, pigs got tipped off\n  Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up\n  Never did scab ups, still got picked off\n  Meaning mixed up, shit goes tits up\n  Might get dipped up and get switched off\n  Kill confirmed, had peers concerned\n  That bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus\n  Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  They need to open saunas\n  The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus\n  Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  They need to open saunas\n  The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n\n  Yo it's the verse\n  We don't need no verse\n  Man rise up, try put him in a hearse\n  Who's that bro? Put it in reverse\n  You get me? Fourth time out of jail\n  Still ain't cut my nails\n  Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell\n"},{"id":9748715,"name":"No Chorus","trackName":"No Chorus","artistName":"Digga D","albumName":"Made in the Pyrex","duration":217.39102040816326,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\nWe let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n(Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n\nBro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\nSN1, man, drop two latex\nBest friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\nChef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\nI don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\nI put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n\nThe engine light just come up on the dash\nBro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\nUsed to make gyal come O in the morning\nWhen she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\nNeed more nine milli' dentures (baow)\nBro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? 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Put it in reverse\nYou get me? Fourth time out of jail\nStill ain't cut my nails\nOh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.34] Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\n[00:06.81] We let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n[00:12.85] (Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n[00:14.00] Bro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\n[00:16.28] SN1, man, drop two latex\n[00:17.26] Best friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\n[00:18.89] Chef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\n[00:20.74] I don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\n[00:24.48] I put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n[00:27.22] The engine light just come up on the dash\n[00:28.85] Bro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\n[00:30.66] Used to make gyal come O in the morning\n[00:32.21] When she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\n[00:34.45] Need more nine milli' dentures (baow)\n[00:35.65] Bro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? 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Put it in reverse\n  You get me? Fourth time out of jail\n  Still ain't cut my nails\n  Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell\n"},{"id":9639378,"name":"No Chorus","trackName":"No Chorus","artistName":"Digga D & M1llionz","albumName":"Made In The Pyrex","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\nWe let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n(Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n\nBro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\nSN1, man, drop two latex\nBest friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\nChef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\nI don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\nI put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n\nThe engine light just come up on the dash\nBro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\nUsed to make gyal come O in the morning\nWhen she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\nNeed more nine milli' dentures (baow)\nBro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? 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Put it in reverse\nYou get me? Fourth time out of jail\nStill ain't cut my nails\nOh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.34] Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\n[00:06.81] We let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n[00:12.85] (Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n[00:14.00] Bro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\n[00:16.28] SN1, man, drop two latex\n[00:17.26] Best friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\n[00:18.89] Chef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\n[00:20.74] I don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\n[00:24.48] I put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n[00:27.22] The engine light just come up on the dash\n[00:28.85] Bro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\n[00:30.66] Used to make gyal come O in the morning\n[00:32.21] When she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\n[00:34.45] Need more nine milli' dentures (baow)\n[00:35.65] Bro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? 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96980\n- text: Them man there, those some brazen pricks\n  start_ms: 96980\n  end_ms: 98300\n- text: Feed them boy corn like some craving kids (woosh)\n  start_ms: 98300\n  end_ms: 100230\n- text: Chatting to gyal and creating fibs\n  start_ms: 100230\n  end_ms: 101770\n- text: Like they don't know who done made it lit (lagga)\n  start_ms: 101770\n  end_ms: 103660\n- text: And my English gyal want war 'cause\n  start_ms: 103660\n  end_ms: 105160\n- text: She thinks I flew with my Bajan bitch\n  start_ms: 105160\n  end_ms: 106510\n- text: My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo\n  start_ms: 106510\n  end_ms: 108340\n- text: Lingo, ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goodie)\n  start_ms: 108340\n  end_ms: 110620\n- text: As a matter of fact\n  start_ms: 110620\n  end_ms: 111570\n- text: The bitch went black then left that gringo (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 111570\n  end_ms: 114110\n- text: Look through the window\n  start_ms: 114110\n  end_ms: 115850\n- text: Ain't that, though?\n  start_ms: 115850\n  end_ms: 116580\n- text: It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto\n  start_ms: 116580\n  end_ms: 118230\n- text: Spilt some juice, try give man cinco, cinco\n  start_ms: 118230\n  end_ms: 120390\n- text: Bro said his light come better than\n  start_ms: 120390\n  end_ms: 121550\n- text: Mine, let's go compare it's simple (simples)\n  start_ms: 121550\n  end_ms: 124160\n- text: OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)\n  start_ms: 124160\n  end_ms: 127010\n- text: Pistol filled with bells (yeah)\n  start_ms: 127010\n  end_ms: 128580\n- text: And watch them all run when it jingles\n  start_ms: 128580\n  end_ms: 130070\n- text: Got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot banging sprinkles\n  start_ms: 130070\n  end_ms: 133200\n- text: Get man pissed off\n  start_ms: 133200\n  end_ms: 133920\n- text: Shots get licked off, po-po pulled up, pigs got tipped off\n  start_ms: 133920\n  end_ms: 136400\n- text: Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up\n  start_ms: 136400\n  end_ms: 138120\n- text: Never did scab ups, still got picked off\n  start_ms: 138120\n  end_ms: 139890\n- text: Meaning mixed up, shit goes tits up\n  start_ms: 139890\n  end_ms: 141470\n- text: Might get dipped up and get switched off\n  start_ms: 141470\n  end_ms: 143120\n- text: Kill confirmed, had peers concerned\n  start_ms: 143120\n  end_ms: 144630\n- text: That bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off\n  start_ms: 144630\n  end_ms: 147250\n- text: Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  start_ms: 147250\n  end_ms: 148600\n- text: We don't need no chorus\n  start_ms: 148600\n  end_ms: 149710\n- text: Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  start_ms: 149710\n  end_ms: 151440\n- text: We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  start_ms: 151440\n  end_ms: 153410\n- text: LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  start_ms: 153410\n  end_ms: 155240\n- text: They need to open saunas\n  start_ms: 155240\n  end_ms: 156320\n- text: The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  start_ms: 156320\n  end_ms: 158070\n- text: Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n  start_ms: 158070\n  end_ms: 160510\n- text: Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  start_ms: 160510\n  end_ms: 161930\n- text: We don't need no chorus\n  start_ms: 161930\n  end_ms: 162920\n- text: Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  start_ms: 162920\n  end_ms: 164730\n- text: We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  start_ms: 164730\n  end_ms: 166710\n- text: LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  start_ms: 166710\n  end_ms: 168440\n- text: They need to open saunas\n  start_ms: 168440\n  end_ms: 169580\n- text: The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  start_ms: 169580\n  end_ms: 171200\n- text: Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n  start_ms: 171200\n  end_ms: 173780\n- text: Yo it's the verse\n  start_ms: 173780\n  end_ms: 175180\n- text: We don't need no verse\n  start_ms: 175180\n  end_ms: 176250\n- text: Man rise up, try put him in a hearse\n  start_ms: 176250\n  end_ms: 178240\n- text: Who's that bro? Put it in reverse\n  start_ms: 178240\n  end_ms: 179490\n- text: You get me? Fourth time out of jail\n  start_ms: 179490\n  end_ms: 183340\n- text: Still ain't cut my nails\n  start_ms: 183340\n  end_ms: 185710\n- text: Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell\n  start_ms: 185710\n  end_ms: 188710\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 188710\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side\n  We let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters\n  (Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?)\n\n  Bro said \"Come\", say no more, say less\n  SN1, man, drop two latex\n  Best friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess\n  Chef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up)\n  I don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy\n  I put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried\n\n  The engine light just come up on the dash\n  Bro asking \"What's wrong?\", ain't no vehicle expert\n  Used to make gyal come O in the morning\n  When she ask where, I say \"A quick adventure\" (it's cool)\n  Need more nine milli' dentures (baow)\n  Bro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? (Baow)\n  Hold the meds G, just breathe like Skechers\n  Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors\n\n  You try make him a drink\n  It was gone in a blink, you know we got Nesquik (tek that)\n  If I pull up on opps and MM's shooting a\n  Vid, I ain't moving selective (yo, tek that)\n  44 corn is effective, won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives\n  If the cameraman gets smoked\n  That's his own fault but that weren't the objective (yo, lift that)\n\n  More time, I don't even send out text\n  Cah Lycamobile's tryna limit man's usage\n  Bullingdon, I was sending the redbone on\n  Free throw to library to grab mans movies\n  It's mad cah my brownin's clueless\n  Said \"What's with the petrol?\", I just done a booting\n  I just laugh to myself on the sly\n  We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus\n  Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  They need to open saunas\n  The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n\n  Jamaican ting, make the food just flush\n  If it's a raid then the jakes try hit (she baddie)\n  And she still get vexed I'm North West\n  'Cause she don't know who persuasion is\n  Three man in a plated whip\n  Pulling up on estates where paigons live\n  And this ting soon get popping\n  Some man ain't shotting, man's saving sticks (baow)\n  If I tell yardman lock it, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig\n  Them man there, those some brazen pricks\n  Feed them boy corn like some craving kids (woosh)\n  Chatting to gyal and creating fibs\n  Like they don't know who done made it lit (lagga)\n  And my English gyal want war 'cause\n  She thinks I flew with my Bajan bitch\n\n  My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo\n  Lingo, ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goodie)\n  As a matter of fact\n  The bitch went black then left that gringo (yeah, yeah)\n  Look through the window\n  Ain't that, though?\n  It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto\n  Spilt some juice, try give man cinco, cinco\n  Bro said his light come better than\n  Mine, let's go compare it's simple (simples)\n  OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)\n  Pistol filled with bells (yeah)\n  And watch them all run when it jingles\n  Got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot banging sprinkles\n  Get man pissed off\n  Shots get licked off, po-po pulled up, pigs got tipped off\n  Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up\n  Never did scab ups, still got picked off\n  Meaning mixed up, shit goes tits up\n  Might get dipped up and get switched off\n  Kill confirmed, had peers concerned\n  That bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus\n  Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  They need to open saunas\n  The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus\n  Put down the 45, lift up the taurus\n  We got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (lagga)\n  They need to open saunas\n  The bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like Tallerz\n\n  Yo it's the verse\n  We don't need no verse\n  Man rise up, try put him in a hearse\n  Who's that bro? Put it in reverse\n  You get me? Fourth time out of jail\n  Still ain't cut my nails\n  Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell\n"},{"id":31921242,"name":"No Chorus [Explicit]","trackName":"No Chorus [Explicit]","artistName":"Digga D, M1llionz","albumName":"Needs Organising","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, ay\nFrom Town to the Westside\nWe let corn fly\nBeating off bare bine\nAy, grrah\nReal shooters\n(Broke the, broke the)\n\nBro said, \"Come, say no more, say less\"\nSN, one man job, two latex\nBest friend Western, yes, let's make mess\nChef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (Wet him up, wet him up)\nI don't know why - lied\nThis - guy\nI put a wap to his head (Brrt)\nYou should've saw the way - cried\nThe engine light just come up on the dash, bro, ask him what's wrong\nAin't no vehicle expert, used to make gyal come O in the morning\nWhen she ask where, say, \"A quick adventure\" (It's cool)\nNeed more nine milli' dentures (Baow)\nBro, don't run, man, what's with the legwork? (Baow)\nOh, the meds G? Just breathe like Skechers\nPut my shoes on and breeze interceptors (Oi-oi)\nYute try make him a drink, it was gone in a blink\nYou know we got Nesquik (Take that)\nIf I pull up on opps, send MM\nShoot in their vida, ain't moving selective (Yo, take that)\n.44 Corn is effective\nWon't leave sweets on the scene for detectives (Bop, bop)\nIf the cameraman gets smoked, that's his own fault\nBut I worked the objective (Yo, lit fam)\nMore time, I don't even send out texts cah\nLyca Mobile tryna limit man's usage (Brrt)\nAll in den, I was sending a red band on three\nFilter, lie, better grab man's movies (Got him)\nIt's mad cah my brownin's clueless, said, \"\nWhat's with the pecks?\" Then I just done a hootie\nI just laugh to myself on the sly when you know\nWhat you're on, there's no need to prove it\n\nYo, it's the chorus (Woi, woi)\nWe don't need no chorus, put down the.45, lift up the Taurus (Grrt)\nYou got a 141 like some unknown callers\nLOL, pick up your borers (Wagga)\nThey need to open saunas, the bleach did heat up my skin like August\nMan still take the risk like tallers\n\nJamaican ting make the food just flush\nIf it's a raid then the jakes try hit (She baddie)\nAnd she still get vexed from North West\nCah she don't know who persuasion is (Haha)\nThree man in a plated whip, pulling up\nOn estates where pagans live (Skrrt)\nAnd this ting soon get popping, so man\nAin't shotting, man's saving sticks (Baow)\nIf I tell yardman, \"Lock it, cock it\nDon't stop 'til you take his wig\" (Bullet)\nThem man there, those some brazen pricks\nFeed them boy corn like some craven kids (Woi)\nChattin' to gyal and creating fibs like\nThey don't know who done made it lit (Lag)\nAnd my English gyal wan' war cah she thinks I flew in my Bajan bitch\n\nMy Blue Fort gyal love me and my lingo, lingo\nOoh, she wan' mandingo (Goodie)\nAs a matter of fact, the bitch went\nBlack then left that gringo (Yeah, yeah)\nLook through the window (Wait there, wait there)\nAin't that - though? It is, bro, bingo\nLet's spill Vimto, spill some juice, try give man cinco, cinco (Ching)\nBro said his light come better than mine\nLet's go compare it, simples (Simples)\nOT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)\nPistol filled with bells (Yeah)\nAnd watch them all run when it jingles\nGot stars that twinkle\nWhen the dot-dot bang, it sprinkles (Bop, bop)\nGet man pissed off, shots get licked off\nBro-bro-bro, that piss got ticked off\nThem man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up\nNever did scab-ups, still got picked off (Yeah)\nBeen in mix-ups, shit goes tits up, might\nGet dipped up and get switched off (Yeah)\nKill confirmed, had piss concerned, that bridge got\nBurnt, that prick got ripped off (I got him down)\n\nYo, it's the chorus (Woi, woi)\nWe don't need no chorus, put down the.45, lift up the Taurus (Grrt)\nYou got a 141 like some unknown callers\nLOL, pick up your borers (Wagga)\nThey need to open saunas, the bleach did heat up my skin like August\nMan still take the risk like tallers\nYo, it's the chorus\nWe don't need no chorus, put down the.45, lift up the Taurus\nYou got a 141 like some unknown callers\nLOL, pick up your borers (Wagga)\nThey need to open saunas, the bleach did heat up my skin like August\nMan still take the risk like tallers\n\nYo, it's the verse\nWe don't need no verse\nMan rise up, try put him in a hearse\nWho's that, bro? Put it in reverse\nYou get me?\nFourth time out of jail\nStill ain't cut my nails\nOh well\nFuck you, bitch, go to hell\nHaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Chorus [Explicit]\n  artist: Digga D, M1llionz\n  album: Needs Organising\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, ay\n  From Town to the Westside\n  We let corn fly\n  Beating off bare bine\n  Ay, grrah\n  Real shooters\n  (Broke the, broke the)\n\n  Bro said, \"Come, say no more, say less\"\n  SN, one man job, two latex\n  Best friend Western, yes, let's make mess\n  Chef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (Wet him up, wet him up)\n  I don't know why - lied\n  This - guy\n  I put a wap to his head (Brrt)\n  You should've saw the way - cried\n  The engine light just come up on the dash, bro, ask him what's wrong\n  Ain't no vehicle expert, used to make gyal come O in the morning\n  When she ask where, say, \"A quick adventure\" (It's cool)\n  Need more nine milli' dentures (Baow)\n  Bro, don't run, man, what's with the legwork? (Baow)\n  Oh, the meds G? Just breathe like Skechers\n  Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors (Oi-oi)\n  Yute try make him a drink, it was gone in a blink\n  You know we got Nesquik (Take that)\n  If I pull up on opps, send MM\n  Shoot in their vida, ain't moving selective (Yo, take that)\n  .44 Corn is effective\n  Won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives (Bop, bop)\n  If the cameraman gets smoked, that's his own fault\n  But I worked the objective (Yo, lit fam)\n  More time, I don't even send out texts cah\n  Lyca Mobile tryna limit man's usage (Brrt)\n  All in den, I was sending a red band on three\n  Filter, lie, better grab man's movies (Got him)\n  It's mad cah my brownin's clueless, said, \"\n  What's with the pecks?\" Then I just done a hootie\n  I just laugh to myself on the sly when you know\n  What you're on, there's no need to prove it\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (Woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus, put down the.45, lift up the Taurus (Grrt)\n  You got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (Wagga)\n  They need to open saunas, the bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like tallers\n\n  Jamaican ting make the food just flush\n  If it's a raid then the jakes try hit (She baddie)\n  And she still get vexed from North West\n  Cah she don't know who persuasion is (Haha)\n  Three man in a plated whip, pulling up\n  On estates where pagans live (Skrrt)\n  And this ting soon get popping, so man\n  Ain't shotting, man's saving sticks (Baow)\n  If I tell yardman, \"Lock it, cock it\n  Don't stop 'til you take his wig\" (Bullet)\n  Them man there, those some brazen pricks\n  Feed them boy corn like some craven kids (Woi)\n  Chattin' to gyal and creating fibs like\n  They don't know who done made it lit (Lag)\n  And my English gyal wan' war cah she thinks I flew in my Bajan bitch\n\n  My Blue Fort gyal love me and my lingo, lingo\n  Ooh, she wan' mandingo (Goodie)\n  As a matter of fact, the bitch went\n  Black then left that gringo (Yeah, yeah)\n  Look through the window (Wait there, wait there)\n  Ain't that - though? It is, bro, bingo\n  Let's spill Vimto, spill some juice, try give man cinco, cinco (Ching)\n  Bro said his light come better than mine\n  Let's go compare it, simples (Simples)\n  OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)\n  Pistol filled with bells (Yeah)\n  And watch them all run when it jingles\n  Got stars that twinkle\n  When the dot-dot bang, it sprinkles (Bop, bop)\n  Get man pissed off, shots get licked off\n  Bro-bro-bro, that piss got ticked off\n  Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up\n  Never did scab-ups, still got picked off (Yeah)\n  Been in mix-ups, shit goes tits up, might\n  Get dipped up and get switched off (Yeah)\n  Kill confirmed, had piss concerned, that bridge got\n  Burnt, that prick got ripped off (I got him down)\n\n  Yo, it's the chorus (Woi, woi)\n  We don't need no chorus, put down the.45, lift up the Taurus (Grrt)\n  You got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (Wagga)\n  They need to open saunas, the bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like tallers\n  Yo, it's the chorus\n  We don't need no chorus, put down the.45, lift up the Taurus\n  You got a 141 like some unknown callers\n  LOL, pick up your borers (Wagga)\n  They need to open saunas, the bleach did heat up my skin like August\n  Man still take the risk like tallers\n\n  Yo, it's the verse\n  We don't need no verse\n  Man rise up, try put him in a hearse\n  Who's that, bro? Put it in reverse\n  You get me?\n  Fourth time out of jail\n  Still ain't cut my nails\n  Oh well\n  Fuck you, bitch, go to hell\n  Haha\n"}]