[{"id":21628653,"name":"Let Me Find Out - Remix","trackName":"Let Me Find Out - Remix","artistName":"Doe B","albumName":"Let Me Find Out (Remix)","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection homeboy\nLet me find out these niggas still hating on the low\nAnd their whole life savings I get paid for a show\nTheir re-up, that's my walk-through\nMy sneakers, there they house note\nThink I need a whole thang of Keisha just to talk to 'em\nSmall town, big money, baby I make boss moves\nThey say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the auto-tune\nBring out the Apollo boom\nI'mma sandman these niggas\nGive you 2 thumbs down\nBoy, your swag ain't official\nLet me find out them fake Guccis\nLet me find out them fake Louis\nLet me find out your baby mama is a man-eater, she ate my children\nLet me find out you fake juug and I come through like, \"Aye buddy\nYou 25, just started trapping?\"\nLet me find out you straight rookie\nTaylor Gang, straight trippy\nHustle Gang what it is, pimping?\nGot so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger\nA-T-L, let me find out\nMemphis Ten', let me find out\nM.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali, Chi-Town\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga let me find out\nLet me find, out\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga let me find out\nLet me find, out\nLet me find out & I'm ridin' out\nGot 4 choppers no 9's out\nI'm recent, you're timed out\nI'm playin' with it, you fouled out\nYou got a foul mouth, you'll get 2 shots\nNigga and one with my handgun\nNigga talk about dough but that's something\nYou ain't never had your hands on\nGot folk in Alabama, they still call me Arm & Hammer\nSee I do it for the\nGutter, not just to get the glamor\nHey who that nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?\nSay you looking\nFor a plug, bitch you looking at the plug\nI'mma, real young nigga\nYou want this ho, better come get her\nWe don't want your bitch man\nWe just wanna have fun with her\nOkay well let me find out you channeled it\nRidin' around town just saving hoes\nNigga she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch\nBut let me find out\nShe havin' your baby though\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga let me find out\nLet me find out\nLet me find out (Let me find out, let me find out)\nLet me find out\nNigga let me find out (Let me find out, let me find out)\nBitch let me find out\nLet me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper\nI'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after\nI ain't hand cuffing these hoes like shackles\nFor the green & the cheese like a Green Bay packer\nTrippy Man, fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady\nKush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan\nPussy niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients\nRolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice skating\nMy last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy\nNo key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it\nJuicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho\nSmoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe\nWho stands with your wife?\nShe just spent the night\nWith my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand\nLike the bitch was shooting dice\nJuicy J, I got long money\nI got 1998 song money\nBitch pour that Patron for me\nI rock shows, boy I'm stone money\nLet me find out (lemme find out you nigga isn't who you say you is)\nLet me find out (haha you niggas nobody man)\nNigga let me find out\n(Lemme find out you sold your soul for them joint nigga)\nLet me find, out\nBitch let me find out (let me find out let me find out)\nLet me find out\nYa'll niggas might not let me find out\nNigga let me find out (let me find out let me find out)\nBitch let me find out (Ya'll niggas might not let me find out)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.00] This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection homeboy\n[00:13.36] Let me find out these niggas still hating on the low\n[00:16.63] And their whole life savings I get paid for a show\n[00:19.98] Their re-up, that's my walk-through\n[00:21.84] My sneakers, there they house note\n[00:23.37] Think I need a whole thang of Keisha just to talk to 'em\n[00:26.76] Small town, big money, baby I make boss moves\n[00:30.26] They say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the auto-tune\n[00:33.74] Bring out the Apollo boom\n[00:35.39] I'mma sandman these niggas\n[00:37.31] Give you 2 thumbs down\n[00:38.92] Boy, your swag ain't official\n[00:40.79] Let me find out them fake Guccis\n[00:42.80] Let me find out them fake Louis\n[00:44.37] Let me find out your baby mama is a man-eater, she ate my children\n[00:47.78] Let me find out you fake juug and I come through like, \"Aye buddy\n[00:51.39] You 25, just started trapping?\"\n[00:52.89] Let me find out you straight rookie\n[00:54.61] Taylor Gang, straight trippy\n[00:56.37] Hustle Gang what it is, pimping?\n[00:58.23] Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger\n[01:01.39] A-T-L, let me find out\n[01:03.30] Memphis Ten', let me find out\n[01:05.05] M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali, Chi-Town\n[01:08.26] Let me find out\n[01:11.28] Let me find out\n[01:14.53] Nigga let me find out\n[01:18.22] Let me find, out\n[01:21.78] Let me find out\n[01:25.17] Let me find out\n[01:28.14] Nigga let me find out\n[01:31.92] Let me find, out\n[01:35.38] Let me find out & I'm ridin' out\n[01:37.56] Got 4 choppers no 9's out\n[01:39.25] I'm recent, you're timed out\n[01:40.88] I'm playin' with it, you fouled out\n[01:42.62] You got a foul mouth, you'll get 2 shots\n[01:44.28] Nigga and one with my handgun\n[01:46.03] Nigga talk about dough but that's something\n[01:47.81] You ain't never had your hands on\n[01:49.39] Got folk in Alabama, they still call me Arm & Hammer\n[01:52.53] See I do it for the\n[01:53.94] Gutter, not just to get the glamor\n[01:56.17] Hey who that nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?\n[01:59.49] Say you looking\n[02:00.35] For a plug, bitch you looking at the plug\n[02:02.88] I'mma, real young nigga\n[02:05.13] You want this ho, better come get her\n[02:06.74] We don't want your bitch man\n[02:08.51] We just wanna have fun with her\n[02:09.99] Okay well let me find out you channeled it\n[02:11.77] Ridin' around town just saving hoes\n[02:13.56] Nigga she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch\n[02:15.25] But let me find out\n[02:15.83] She havin' your baby though\n[02:16.66] Let me find out\n[02:19.71] Let me find out\n[02:22.55] Nigga let me find out\n[02:26.32] Let me find out\n[02:29.66] Let me find out (Let me find out, let me find out)\n[02:33.57] Let me find out\n[02:36.92] Nigga let me find out (Let me find out, let me find out)\n[02:40.49] Bitch let me find out\n[02:43.70] Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper\n[02:47.34] I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after\n[02:50.79] I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like shackles\n[02:54.20] For the green & the cheese like a Green Bay packer\n[02:57.78] Trippy Man, fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady\n[03:01.32] Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan\n[03:04.82] Pussy niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients\n[03:08.28] Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice skating\n[03:11.72] My last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy\n[03:15.23] No key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it\n[03:18.71] Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho\n[03:22.13] Smoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe\n[03:25.51] Who stands with your wife?\n[03:27.20] She just spent the night\n[03:28.63] With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand\n[03:30.60] Like the bitch was shooting dice\n[03:32.30] Juicy J, I got long money\n[03:34.20] I got 1998 song money\n[03:35.86] Bitch pour that Patron for me\n[03:37.56] I rock shows, boy I'm stone money\n[03:38.96] Let me find out (lemme find out you nigga isn't who you say you is)\n[03:42.35] Let me find out (haha you niggas nobody man)\n[03:45.75] Nigga let me find out\n[03:47.04] (Lemme find out you sold your soul for them joint nigga)\n[03:49.37] Let me find, out\n[03:51.93] Bitch let me find out (let me find out let me find out)\n[03:55.68] Let me find out\n[03:56.97] Ya'll niggas might not let me find out\n[03:59.20] Nigga let me find out (let me find out let me find out)\n[04:02.70] Bitch let me find out (Ya'll niggas might not let me find out)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Me Find Out - Remix\n  artist: Doe B\n  album: Let Me Find Out (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection homeboy\n  start_ms: 4000\n  end_ms: 13360\n- text: Let me find out these niggas still hating on the low\n  start_ms: 13360\n  end_ms: 16630\n- text: And their whole life savings I get paid for a show\n  start_ms: 16630\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: Their re-up, that's my walk-through\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 21840\n- text: My sneakers, there they house 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mama is a man-eater, she ate my children\n  Let me find out you fake juug and I come through like, \"Aye buddy\n  You 25, just started trapping?\"\n  Let me find out you straight rookie\n  Taylor Gang, straight trippy\n  Hustle Gang what it is, pimping?\n  Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger\n  A-T-L, let me find out\n  Memphis Ten', let me find out\n  M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali, Chi-Town\n  Let me find out\n  Let me find out\n  Nigga let me find out\n  Let me find, out\n  Let me find out\n  Let me find out\n  Nigga let me find out\n  Let me find, out\n  Let me find out & I'm ridin' out\n  Got 4 choppers no 9's out\n  I'm recent, you're timed out\n  I'm playin' with it, you fouled out\n  You got a foul mouth, you'll get 2 shots\n  Nigga and one with my handgun\n  Nigga talk about dough but that's something\n  You ain't never had your hands on\n  Got folk in Alabama, they still call me Arm & Hammer\n  See I do it for the\n  Gutter, not just to get the glamor\n  Hey who 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Nigga let me find out (let me find out let me find out)\n  Bitch let me find out (Ya'll niggas might not let me find out)\n"},{"id":36421476,"name":"Let Me Find Out - Remix","trackName":"Let Me Find Out - Remix","artistName":"Doe B, T.I., Juicy J","albumName":"Let Me Find Out (Remix)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let me find out you fuck niggas hatin' on the low\nI'mma turn up in a Mo'\nTwist an arm, take your ho\nLet me find out you little niggas plottin' on the kid\nPillow talkin' with these bitches\nTalkin' 'bout robbin' me and shit\nLet me find out\nShoot up in here where you hidin' out\n'Til you scream cold turkey\nCall it quits, time out\nLet me find out\nTrust me, it gonna be some consequences\nARs everywhere, hundred rounds in extensions\nLet me find out\nYou niggas just flexin' and you penny pinchin'\nLet me find out\nYou ain't got no hoes and fuckin' any bitches\nLet me find out you a sissy\nLet me find out you been snitchin'\nLet me find out where you stay\nI'll light that bitch up like it's Christmas\nLet me find out\nYou fake trappers not 'bout sellin' drugs\nLet me find out you the middle man\nAnd bitch, you ain't the plug\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you heard I fucked your bitch\nLet me find out you paid\nTo have? out with a zip\n\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga, let me find out\nLet me find out\nBitch, let me find out\nLet me find out\n\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you fell off and no mo'\nLet me find out your bitch\nWanna eat this dick for lunch\nLet me find out them niggas\nTried to show you how to gun\nLet me find out you run\nLet me find out you a bum\nLet me find out\nThis new thing on me and can't top this\nLet me find out I got a?\nCause I ain't seen it since I got it\nLet me find out that V12 runnin' like a faucet\nLet me find out that fishscale\nCome back when I drop it\nLet me find out that pack comin' in every week\nLet me find out your bitch wanna fuck me?\nLet me find out you weak\nAnd what you blowin' on ain't strong\nLet me find out you tryin' to sound like me\nOn my lil' song\nLet me find out you niggas sold your soul for some joints\nLet me find out that lil' money in them photos ain't yours\nLet me find out you crashin' out\nLike you don't know where you're goin'\nLet me find out you nobody\nBitch, you ain't a?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Me Find Out - Remix\n  artist: Doe B, T.I., Juicy J\n  album: Let Me Find Out (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let me find out you fuck niggas hatin' on the low\n  I'mma turn up in a Mo'\n  Twist an arm, take your ho\n  Let me find out you little niggas plottin' on the kid\n  Pillow talkin' with these bitches\n  Talkin' 'bout robbin' me and shit\n  Let me find out\n  Shoot up in here where you hidin' out\n  'Til you scream cold turkey\n  Call it quits, time out\n  Let me find out\n  Trust me, it gonna be some consequences\n  ARs everywhere, hundred rounds in extensions\n  Let me find out\n  You niggas just flexin' and you penny pinchin'\n  Let me find out\n  You ain't got no hoes and fuckin' any bitches\n  Let me find out you a sissy\n  Let me find out you been snitchin'\n  Let me find out where you stay\n  I'll light that bitch up like it's Christmas\n  Let me find out\n  You fake trappers not 'bout sellin' drugs\n  Let me find out you the middle man\n  And bitch, you ain't the plug\n  Let me find out you mad\n  Cause you heard I fucked your bitch\n  Let me find out you paid\n  To have? out with a zip\n\n  Let me find out\n  Let me find out\n  Nigga, let me find out\n  Let me find out\n  Bitch, let me find out\n  Let me find out\n\n  Let me find out you mad\n  Cause you fell off and no mo'\n  Let me find out your bitch\n  Wanna eat this dick for lunch\n  Let me find out them niggas\n  Tried to show you how to gun\n  Let me find out you run\n  Let me find out you a bum\n  Let me find out\n  This new thing 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Mo'\nTwist an arm, take your ho\nLet me find out you little niggas plottin' on the kid\nPillow talkin' with these bitches\nTalkin' 'bout robbin' me and shit\nLet me find out\nShoot up in here where you hidin' out\n'Til you scream cold turkey\nCall it quits, time out\nLet me find out\nTrust me, it gonna be some consequences\nARs everywhere, hundred rounds in extensions\nLet me find out\nYou niggas just flexin' and you penny pinchin'\nLet me find out\nYou ain't got no hoes and fuckin' any bitches\nLet me find out you a sissy\nLet me find out you been snitchin'\nLet me find out where you stay\nI'll light that bitch up like it's Christmas\nLet me find out\nYou fake trappers not 'bout sellin' drugs\nLet me find out you the middle man\nAnd bitch, you ain't the plug\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you heard I fucked your bitch\nLet me find out you paid\nTo have? out with a zip\n\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga, let me find out\nLet me find out\nBitch, let me find out\nLet me find out\n\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you fell off and no mo'\nLet me find out your bitch\nWanna eat this dick for lunch\nLet me find out them niggas\nTried to show you how to gun\nLet me find out you run\nLet me find out you a bum\nLet me find out\nThis new thing on me and can't top this\nLet me find out I got a?\nCause I ain't seen it since I got it\nLet me find out that V12 runnin' like a faucet\nLet me find out that fishscale\nCome back when I drop it\nLet me find out that pack comin' in every week\nLet me find out your bitch wanna fuck me?\nLet me find out you weak\nAnd what you blowin' on ain't strong\nLet me find out you tryin' to sound like me\nOn my lil' song\nLet me find out you niggas sold your soul for some joints\nLet me find out that lil' money in them photos ain't yours\nLet me find out you crashin' out\nLike you don't know where you're goin'\nLet me find out you nobody\nBitch, you ain't a?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Me 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pinchin'\nLet me find out\nYou ain't got no hoes and fuckin' any bitches\nLet me find out you a sissy\nLet me find out you been snitchin'\nLet me find out where you stay\nI'll light that bitch up like it's Christmas\nLet me find out\nYou fake trappers not 'bout sellin' drugs\nLet me find out you the middle man\nAnd bitch, you ain't the plug\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you heard I fucked your bitch\nLet me find out you paid\nTo have? out with a zip\n\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga, let me find out\nLet me find out\nBitch, let me find out\nLet me find out\n\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you fell off and no mo'\nLet me find out your bitch\nWanna eat this dick for lunch\nLet me find out them niggas\nTried to show you how to gun\nLet me find out you run\nLet me find out you a bum\nLet me find out\nThis new thing on me and can't top this\nLet me find out I got a?\nCause I ain't seen it since I got it\nLet me find out that V12 runnin' like a faucet\nLet me find out that 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you paid\nTo have? out with a zip\n\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga, let me find out\nLet me find out\nBitch, let me find out\nLet me find out\n\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you fell off and no mo'\nLet me find out your bitch\nWanna eat this dick for lunch\nLet me find out them niggas\nTried to show you how to gun\nLet me find out you run\nLet me find out you a bum\nLet me find out\nThis new thing on me and can't top this\nLet me find out I got a?\nCause I ain't seen it since I got it\nLet me find out that V12 runnin' like a faucet\nLet me find out that fishscale\nCome back when I drop it\nLet me find out that pack comin' in every week\nLet me find out your bitch wanna fuck me?\nLet me find out you weak\nAnd what you blowin' on ain't strong\nLet me find out you tryin' to sound like me\nOn my lil' song\nLet me find out you niggas sold your soul for some joints\nLet me find out that lil' money in them photos ain't yours\nLet me find out you crashin' out\nLike you don't know where you're goin'\nLet me find out you nobody\nBitch, you ain't a?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Me Find Out - Remix\n  artist: Doe B, T.I., Juicy J\n  album: Let Me Find Out (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let me find out you fuck niggas hatin' on the low\n  I'mma turn up in a Mo'\n  Twist an arm, take your ho\n  Let me find out you little niggas plottin' on the kid\n  Pillow talkin' with these bitches\n  Talkin' 'bout robbin' me and shit\n  Let me find out\n  Shoot up in here where you hidin' out\n  'Til you scream cold turkey\n  Call it quits, time out\n  Let me find out\n  Trust me, it gonna be some consequences\n  ARs everywhere, hundred rounds in extensions\n  Let me find out\n  You niggas just flexin' and you penny pinchin'\n  Let me find out\n  You ain't got no hoes and fuckin' any bitches\n  Let me find out you a sissy\n  Let me find out you been snitchin'\n  Let me find out where you 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out\nTrust me, it gonna be some consequences\nARs everywhere, hundred rounds in extensions\nLet me find out\nYou niggas just flexin' and you penny pinchin'\nLet me find out\nYou ain't got no hoes and fuckin' any bitches\nLet me find out you a sissy\nLet me find out you been snitchin'\nLet me find out where you stay\nI'll light that bitch up like it's Christmas\nLet me find out\nYou fake trappers not 'bout sellin' drugs\nLet me find out you the middle man\nAnd bitch, you ain't the plug\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you heard I fucked your bitch\nLet me find out you paid\nTo have? out with a zip\n\nLet me find out\nLet me find out\nNigga, let me find out\nLet me find out\nBitch, let me find out\nLet me find out\n\nLet me find out you mad\nCause you fell off and no mo'\nLet me find out your bitch\nWanna eat this dick for lunch\nLet me find out them niggas\nTried to show you how to gun\nLet me find out you run\nLet me find out you a bum\nLet me find out\nThis new thing on me and can't top this\nLet me find out I got a?\nCause I ain't seen it since I got it\nLet me find out that V12 runnin' like a faucet\nLet me find out that fishscale\nCome back when I drop it\nLet me find out that pack comin' in every week\nLet me find out your bitch wanna fuck me?\nLet me find out you weak\nAnd what you blowin' on ain't strong\nLet me find out you tryin' to sound like me\nOn my lil' song\nLet me find out you niggas sold your soul for some joints\nLet me find out that lil' money in them photos ain't yours\nLet me find out you crashin' out\nLike you don't know where you're goin'\nLet me find out you nobody\nBitch, you ain't a?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Me Find Out - Remix\n  artist: Doe B, T.I., Juicy J\n  album: Let Me Find Out (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let me find out you fuck niggas hatin' on the low\n  I'mma turn up in a Mo'\n  Twist an arm, take your ho\n  Let me find out you 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You'll get 2 shots\nNigga And1 with my handgun\nNigga talk about dough but that's sumthing you ain't never had your hands on\nGot folk in Alabama, they still call Arm & Hammer\nSee I do it for the\nGutter, not just to get the glamour\nHey who that nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?\nSay you looking\nFor a plug, bitch you looking at the plug\nI'mma, real young nigga\nYou want this ho, better come get her\nWe don't want your bitch mane\nWe just wanna have fun with her\nOkay well let me find out you channeled it\nRidin' around town just saving hoes\n\nNigga she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch\nBut let me find out\nShe havin' your baby though\n\nLet me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper\nI'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after\nI ain't hand cuffing these hoes like shackles\nFor the green & the cheese like a Green Bay packer\nTrippy Mane: fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady\nKush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan\nPussy niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients\nRolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice king\nMy last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy\nNo key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it\nJuicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho\nSmoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe\nOops that was your wife? 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You'll get 2 shots\n[01:44.69] Nigga And1 with my handgun\n[01:46.37] Nigga talk about dough but that's sumthing you ain't never had your hands on\n[01:49.30] Got folk in Alabama, they still call Arm & Hammer\n[01:52.33] See I do it for the\n[01:53.91] Gutter, not just to get the glamour\n[01:56.11] Hey who that nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?\n[01:59.48] Say you looking\n[02:00.50] For a plug, bitch you looking at the plug\n[02:03.15] I'mma, real young nigga\n[02:05.15] You want this ho, better come get her\n[02:07.35] We don't want your bitch mane\n[02:08.65] We just wanna have fun with her\n[02:10.58] Okay well let me find out you channeled it\n[02:12.02] Ridin' around town just saving hoes\n[02:13.52] Nigga she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch\n[02:15.33] But let me find out\n[02:16.18] She havin' your baby though\n[02:44.23] Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper\n[02:47.60] I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after\n[02:51.22] I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like shackles\n[02:54.73] For the green & the cheese like a Green Bay packer\n[02:58.18] Trippy Mane: fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady\n[03:01.67] Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan\n[03:04.85] Pussy niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients\n[03:08.59] Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice king\n[03:11.53] My last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy\n[03:15.37] No key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it\n[03:18.66] Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho\n[03:22.35] Smoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe\n[03:25.33] Oops that was your wife? She just spent the night\n[03:28.85] With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand\n[03:31.04] Like the bitch was shooting dice\n[03:32.60] Juicy J, I got long money\n[03:34.26] I got 1998 song money\n[03:35.97] Bitch pour that Patron for me\n[03:37.61] I rock shows, boy I'm stone money\n[04:14.78] Let me find out you put Molly all in her champagne and she don't even know it\n[04:18.45] Let me find out Juicy J got stabbed in a shootout\n[04:34.91] Let me find out Tip still ridin' 'round with guns\n[04:37.33] I'mma whoop his motherfuckin' ass\n[04:39.01] Let me find out you went to the club and left your kids with your other kids\n[04:44.87] In the car\n[04:46.09] Let me find out bitch\n[04:47.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Me Find Out (Remix) (Feat. Doe B, T.I. & Juicy J) [Prod. 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She just spent the night\n  With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand\n  Like the bitch was shooting dice\n\n  Juicy J, I got long money\n\n  I got 1998 song money\n  Bitch pour that Patron for me\n  I rock shows, boy I'm stone money\n\n  Let me find out you put Molly all in her champagne and she don't even know it\n\n  Let me find out Juicy J got stabbed in a shootout\n  Let me find out Tip still ridin' 'round with guns\n  I'mma whoop his motherfuckin' ass\n  Let me find out you went to the club and left your kids with your other kids\n  In the car\n  Let me find out bitch\n"}]