[{"id":25510761,"name":"diamonds on my damn chain","trackName":"diamonds on my damn chain","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Fabolous","duration":273.293083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Diamonds on my damn chain\nIt ain't hard to tell\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nYo, you think they like me now, wait until the light hit me\nI bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me\nThey gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters\nThis kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators\n\nThey ain't got one problem with this\nSquare face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist\nOne white, one gold, one nice, untold\nYou can look but don't touch, guns might unload, now\n\nI respect them thugs who get the jackin' on\nBut we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long\nYou boy got the drug money we be stacking on\nLotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on\n\nGot 'em, get 'em close and lookin' like I scooped up\nThe Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean\nI play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on\nThey should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nDamn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody\nHey, it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody\n(Yup)\nReady for the show, you can call me the light man\n(Diamonds on my damn chain)\nYou can call me the bright man\n\nSee I don't do brightless, I do, AP's\nYeah, I spend G's on all these VV's\nBlowin' on chief, yeah, I got it from Harlem\n12 carrot pinky ring, shit, I got it from Robert\n\nStep it up a notch, iced out ski mask\nPlaces in the projects to hide my weed stash\nDominican chick, shit, I got her from Fab\nYellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nYo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'\nSit on the next bus like that show on MTV\nThe wings on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane\nWhen you're sitting in between 'em\n\nThey hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em\nBeemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the phenom\nOops, I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man\nBut this tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan\n\nWe all know Jacob, check the shit he did\nWe spent more time making the band than Diddy did\nYou feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse\nI'm out in DC, at the white and gold house\n(White and gold house)\n\nWanna convince me love? Secret service\nMe with some of that Lewinsky love\nShe saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since\nNow that's what the fuck I call a good chain of events, nigga\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt ain't hard to tell","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: diamonds on my damn chain\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Fabolous\n  duration_ms: 273293\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It ain't hard to tell\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Yo, you think they like me now, wait until the light hit me\n  I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me\n  They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters\n  This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators\n\n  They ain't got one problem with this\n  Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist\n  One white, one gold, one nice, untold\n  You can look but don't touch, guns might unload, now\n\n  I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on\n  But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long\n  You boy got the drug money we be stacking on\n  Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on\n\n  Got 'em, get 'em close and lookin' like I scooped up\n  The Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean\n  I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on\n  They should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Damn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody\n  Hey, it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody\n  (Yup)\n  Ready for the show, you can call me the light man\n  (Diamonds on my damn chain)\n  You can call me the bright man\n\n  See I don't do brightless, I do, AP's\n  Yeah, I spend G's on all these VV's\n  Blowin' on chief, yeah, I got it from Harlem\n  12 carrot pinky ring, shit, I got it from Robert\n\n  Step it up a notch, iced out ski mask\n  Places in the projects to hide my weed stash\n  Dominican chick, shit, I got her from Fab\n  Yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'\n  Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV\n  The wings on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane\n  When you're sitting in between 'em\n\n  They hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em\n  Beemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the phenom\n  Oops, I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man\n  But this tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan\n\n  We all know Jacob, check the shit he did\n  We spent more time making the band than Diddy did\n  You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse\n  I'm out in DC, at the white and gold house\n  (White and gold house)\n\n  Wanna convince me love? Secret service\n  Me with some of that Lewinsky love\n  She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a good chain of events, nigga\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It ain't hard to tell\n"},{"id":19986475,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Damn VLS","duration":199.235918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Damn VLS\n  duration_ms: 199236\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":30342535,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"DjL Presents : Back Atcha - The Real Best Of Fabolous","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: 'DjL Presents : Back Atcha - The Real Best Of Fabolous'\n  duration_ms: 201000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":22554983,"name":"Back to Do the Damn Thing - Fabolous","trackName":"Back to Do the Damn Thing - Fabolous","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"There Is No Competition","duration":175.621224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just keeps callin me man\nJust keeps callin me\n\nIm hooked\n\nIm back to do the damn thing\n\nFeel like the ex champ back in the title fight\nThe young contenders are lookin at me in idol light\nFresh taper, waves lookin title tight\nYea I'm in the building, like a Corey Lidal flight\nI'm married to the streets, this is my recital right\nI got the Phantom drop dressed up bridal white\nHehe, you know them doors are suicidal right?\nSorta like they slit your wrists when I'm tryin to sit your miss\nNigga picture this, like a Kodak moment\nI'm off the bullshit, 'bout to go back on it\nAnd I ain't hard to find, bet ya Lojack on it\nCall it corn row roof, cause it go back don't it?\nI gotta get it now, ain't no pinchin plan rappin\nFuck bein friends, save me the hand dappin\nUnderstand captain, you'll be under land nappin\nIf you keep thinkin that it can't when it can happen\nAsk Scarface, faster than a car chase\nAt ya grandma's place, lettin AR's waste\nSports Coupe, not too much car space\nThe trunk look like Desperados guitar case\nIf you say a thing wrong, I won't let it string long\nAll I gotta do is push the button like ding-dong\nI don't play the back and forth game 'less it's ping-pong\nMike Tyson flow, so I ain't in the ring long\nNigga you ain't King Kong, thinkin that you bit shit\nYou gon have your man sick, someone sing his theme song\nMy nigga Freck plugged me in with this Beijing joint\nSo hot, she play Alaskan with a string thong\nReal delicate, I just call her China Set\nFendi fur, Gucci gators, guess she like designer pets\nShe saw a few things, that get her vagina wet\nSF, G4, and it's not a niners jet\nBut check the body drop, baby boy shittin\nBut it's just sittin, so it's like I made a potty stop\nIt's like karate chops, we be breakin bricks down\nCocaine tour, I been through six towns\nOpen with crack as the openin act\nHeroin headliner, stage name China\n(What you call that?!) 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Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. 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Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams (Bonus Track Version)\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":30293986,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Instrumental","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Instrumental\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":33268765,"name":"damn","trackName":"damn","artistName":"fabolous","albumName":"Big Mike-I Got Next","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: damn\n  artist: fabolous\n  album: Big Mike-I Got Next\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":19583370,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":206.70695,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 206707\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":21217733,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":228.289437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 228289\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":24100161,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Talk of NY","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Talk of NY\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":23328223,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Rewind Rap","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Rewind Rap\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":23328221,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Rap Retro Rewind","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Rap Retro Rewind\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":33504840,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"DJ Clue-Hate Me Now Pt.4","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\nDamn\nLet's roast some spinach\nFind a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we there yet\nI got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\nDamn\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nYou could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\nAll you gotta do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as hansome as ghetto?\nDamn\nThis man's earings look transparent\nAnd my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\nDamn\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\nDamn\nI'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\nShorty just lay back in the made back\nIt'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nThey ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nAnd you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\nThe rims still look like they on fast forward\nDamn\nI'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\nAs long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\nDamn\nYa low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\nThey say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\nWhen the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\nDamn\nThe biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\nAnd, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\nThat you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: DJ Clue-Hate Me Now Pt.4\n  duration_ms: 201000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brothers\n  I got no choice but to slut her\n  'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\n  Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\n  Damn\n  Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez\n  Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\n  Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch\n  Damn\n  Let's roast some spinach\n  Find a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we there yet\n  I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes\n  Damn\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs\n  'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos\n  All you gotta do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as hansome as ghetto?\n  Damn\n  This man's earings look transparent\n  And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like\n  Damn\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room\n  Damn\n  I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast\n  Shorty just lay back in the made back\n  It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n\n  They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops\n  The rims still look like they on fast forward\n  Damn\n  I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin\n  As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick\n  'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in cowabunga\n  Damn\n  Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em\n  They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'\n  Damn\n  The biggest dikes be switchin' for dudes with figures like me\n  And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine\n  That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch\n\n  Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself\n  When he gettin' closer to them girls be like\n  Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were\n  The one in the droptop two seater\n  Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\n  Shit, I would try to claim him\n  'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\n  You'll play yourself if you try to deny it\n  Damn\n"},{"id":27478102,"name":"Damn","trackName":"Damn","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams (Bonus Track)","duration":204.5910199,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn, ha ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it's the way he grabs on himself\nWhen he gettin' closer to them girls be like\nDamn, it's the wife beater wish you were\nThe one in the droptop two seater\nDamn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine\nShit, I would try to claim him\n'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and\nYou'll play yourself if you try to deny it\nDamn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brothers\nI got no choice but to slut her\n'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that\nLook somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta\nDamn\nMami you'll be in Saint Tropez\nRidin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads\nPaparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. 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this motherfucker\n\nI got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze\nSo fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes\nHey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n\nA nigga might grin but it ain't still funny\nGot a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money\nHey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.64] Look, I can see them niggas stuntin'\n[00:06.92] To this right now, not now, but right now\n[00:11.07] Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea, look, lo-lo-look\n[00:17.01] Look, lo-lo-look, look, look\n[00:22.53] It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks\n[00:25.82] Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks\n[00:28.53] Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick\n[00:31.41] I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick\n[00:34.34] I been one of them boys since way back when\n[00:37.48] This is way before a nigga brought gray plaques in\n[00:40.20] So if I spray Mac-10's, bet you niggas lay back then\n[00:43.58] Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz\n[00:46.48] Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny\n[00:49.35] I keep a pocket fulla, do the damn thang money\n[00:52.14] I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne dunny\n[00:54.89] So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey\n[00:57.94] These pimps just better have a Gothic for me\n[01:00.91] I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me\n[01:03.69] I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me\n[01:06.75] I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me\n[01:09.42] I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze\n[01:12.92] So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes\n[01:15.54] Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n[01:19.48] A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny\n[01:24.14] Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money\n[01:27.08] Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n[01:33.44] My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room\n[01:36.44] We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room\n[01:39.59] Let 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204780\n- text: And I'm higher than a motherfucker\n  start_ms: 204780\n  end_ms: 207410\n- text: But a nigga try then he gon' die in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 207410\n  end_ms: 210760\n- text: I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze\n  start_ms: 210760\n  end_ms: 214050\n- text: So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes\n  start_ms: 214050\n  end_ms: 215160\n- text: Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n  start_ms: 215160\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 217550\n- text: Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money\n  start_ms: 217550\n  end_ms: 218630\n- text: Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n  start_ms: 218630\n  end_ms: 219520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 219520\nplain: |-\n  Look, I can see them niggas stuntin'\n  To this right now, not now, but right now\n  Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea, look, lo-lo-look\n  Look, lo-lo-look, look, look\n\n  It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks\n  Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks\n  Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick\n  I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick\n\n  I been one of them boys since way back when\n  This is way before a nigga brought gray plaques in\n  So if I spray Mac-10's, bet you niggas lay back then\n  Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz\n\n  Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny\n  I keep a pocket fulla, do the damn thang money\n  I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne dunny\n  So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey\n\n  These pimps just better have a Gothic for me\n  I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me\n  I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me\n  I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me\n\n  I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze\n  So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes\n  Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n\n  A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny\n  Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money\n  Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n\n  My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room\n  We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room\n  Let me show you what I stand fo'\n  Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me commando\n\n  On that Remy Martin, nigga matter of fact\n  I ain't Fat Joe but I can make 'em lean back\n  Save your ammo, don't waste it\n  Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the matrix\n\n  Jeans strapped and ya better dip\n  Carvin' 15, got six clips\n  Pillsbury nigga, got a lotta dough\n  Call me Boston George, got a lotta blow\n\n  They place orders, so I bake cakes\n  I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight\n  You see the diamonds in my damn chain\n  It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang\n\n  I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze\n  So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes\n  Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n\n  A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny\n  Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money\n  Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n\n  You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys\n  You skatin' on them 22, datin's like them boys\n  I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys\n  I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit\n\n  They see a nigga stones look sick and I gotta stack\n  Of singles in my hand, that's phone booth thick\n  'Cuz I'm so hood rich that I'm no good bitch\n  And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch\n\n  And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter\n  Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter\n  My style fit with her, I tell her you don went left\n  Now you need to go right like a switch hitta\n\n  I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the six with her\n  So I'm in a mix with her, forty four six with her\n  And I'm higher than a motherfucker\n  But a nigga try then he gon' die in this motherfucker\n\n  I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze\n  So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes\n  Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n\n  A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny\n  Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money\n  Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang\n"},{"id":22977309,"name":"Damn (Produced By Trackmasters)","trackName":"Damn (Produced By Trackmasters)","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":204.493333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Unh\nMr duh-duh-duh-duh\nDuh-duh-duh-duh-duh, damn, ha-ha, yeah\n\nDamn, it the way he grab on himself\nBefore he getting closer to you, girls be like (damn)\nDamn, it's the wife beater\nWish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (uh)\nDamn, I can't blame him\nIf he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (uh, yeah)\n'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\nYou play yourself if you try to deny it, damn\n\nI'm nothin' like the other brother (uh, uh)\nI got no choice but to - (yeah)\n'Cause I'm in a tan six with a base gut\nThat look something like a nutty-butta, duh-duh-duh-duh (woah, damn)\nMami, you'll be in St. Tropez (uh)\nRiding jet skis and mopeds, nodding like dope-heads (uh)\nPaparazzi snapping pictures, they must think you J. Lopez (damn)\n\nLet's roast in spinach, hit a club and just post up in it\nWhat you mean are we here yet? (What)\nI got a lear jet, that gets to the West Coast in minutes, ha-ha (damn)\nI'm smoother than white vanilla fudge and white and yellow studs (woah, woah)\n'Cause if they witness how I'm killing them out here\nThese girls just might go tell the judge, \"I rest my case\"\n\nDamn, it the way he grab on himself\nBefore he getting closer to you, girls be like (you feeling that right)\nDamn, it's the wife beater\nWish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (come on, let's ride)\nDamn, I can't blame him\nIf he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (I'm sure you would)\n'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\nYou play yourself, if you try to deny it, damn (and what you say girl)\n\nYou could be prancing through ghettos (uh-huh)\nIn Dior pants and stilettos (uh-huh)\nAll you got to do is swallow some kids\nLike that witch did Hansel and Gretel\nWho's as handsome as ghetto? (Damn)\n\nThis mans earring looks transparent (uh)\nAnd my Mitchell & Ness throwbacks be so old\nThey could be somebody grandparents, baby like (damn)\n\nI want the kind of money athletes consume\nI have to assume (yeah), I'm no fool but I'm so cool\nWhen I walk in, it feel like it's a draft in the room, ohh (damn)\nI'm so sick, I drive in reverse pass\nCall me a nurse fast (uh-huh)\nShorty just lay back in the Maybach\nGet a feel like you sitting in first class, relax (relax)\n\nDamn, it the way he grab on himself\nBefore he getting closer to you, girls be like (you feeling that right)\nDamn, it's the wife beater\nWish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (come on, let's ride)\nDamn, I can't blame him\nIf he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (I'm sure you would)\n'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\nYou play yourself, if you try to deny it, damn (and what you say girl)\n\nThey ask for it (yeah)\nSo I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\nYou got to catch it on tape (uh)\n'Cause when the truck stops (uh)\nThe rims still look like they on fast-forward, unh\nDamn, I'm sipping liquor the color of Smurf skin (oh)\nAs long as the earth spins, and you'll get seasick (oh)\nAnd my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in, cowabunga (damn)\n\nYour low riding denims look like midgets is hiding in them\nThey say I like it from the front, they like it from the back\nBut when the kids is sliding in them, they be screaming (damn)\nThe biggest - these switching for dudes for figures like me\nAnd um, I'm not bragging\nBut imagine that you could even - with a - like me\n\nDamn, it the way he grab on himself\nBefore he getting closer to you, girls be like (you feeling that right)\nDamn, it's the wife beater\nWish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (come on, let's ride)\nDamn, I can't blame him\nIf he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (I'm sure you would)\n'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\nYou play yourself, if you try to deny it (and what you say girl)\n\n(Damn)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damn (Produced By Trackmasters)\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 204493\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Unh\n  Mr duh-duh-duh-duh\n  Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, damn, ha-ha, yeah\n\n  Damn, it the way he grab on himself\n  Before he getting closer to you, girls be like (damn)\n  Damn, it's the wife beater\n  Wish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (uh)\n  Damn, I can't blame him\n  If he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (uh, yeah)\n  'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\n  You play yourself if you try to deny it, damn\n\n  I'm nothin' like the other brother (uh, uh)\n  I got no choice but to - (yeah)\n  'Cause I'm in a tan six with a base gut\n  That look something like a nutty-butta, duh-duh-duh-duh (woah, damn)\n  Mami, you'll be in St. Tropez (uh)\n  Riding jet skis and mopeds, nodding like dope-heads (uh)\n  Paparazzi snapping pictures, they must think you J. Lopez (damn)\n\n  Let's roast in spinach, hit a club and just post up in it\n  What you mean are we here yet? (What)\n  I got a lear jet, that gets to the West Coast in minutes, ha-ha (damn)\n  I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge and white and yellow studs (woah, woah)\n  'Cause if they witness how I'm killing them out here\n  These girls just might go tell the judge, \"I rest my case\"\n\n  Damn, it the way he grab on himself\n  Before he getting closer to you, girls be like (you feeling that right)\n  Damn, it's the wife beater\n  Wish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (come on, let's ride)\n  Damn, I can't blame him\n  If he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (I'm sure you would)\n  'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\n  You play yourself, if you try to deny it, damn (and what you say girl)\n\n  You could be prancing through ghettos (uh-huh)\n  In Dior pants and stilettos (uh-huh)\n  All you got to do is swallow some kids\n  Like that witch did Hansel and Gretel\n  Who's as handsome as ghetto? (Damn)\n\n  This mans earring looks transparent (uh)\n  And my Mitchell & Ness throwbacks be so old\n  They could be somebody grandparents, baby like (damn)\n\n  I want the kind of money athletes consume\n  I have to assume (yeah), I'm no fool but I'm so cool\n  When I walk in, it feel like it's a draft in the room, ohh (damn)\n  I'm so sick, I drive in reverse pass\n  Call me a nurse fast (uh-huh)\n  Shorty just lay back in the Maybach\n  Get a feel like you sitting in first class, relax (relax)\n\n  Damn, it the way he grab on himself\n  Before he getting closer to you, girls be like (you feeling that right)\n  Damn, it's the wife beater\n  Wish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (come on, let's ride)\n  Damn, I can't blame him\n  If he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (I'm sure you would)\n  'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\n  You play yourself, if you try to deny it, damn (and what you say girl)\n\n  They ask for it (yeah)\n  So I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard\n  You got to catch it on tape (uh)\n  'Cause when the truck stops (uh)\n  The rims still look like they on fast-forward, unh\n  Damn, I'm sipping liquor the color of Smurf skin (oh)\n  As long as the earth spins, and you'll get seasick (oh)\n  And my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in, cowabunga (damn)\n\n  Your low riding denims look like midgets is hiding in them\n  They say I like it from the front, they like it from the back\n  But when the kids is sliding in them, they be screaming (damn)\n  The biggest - these switching for dudes for figures like me\n  And um, I'm not bragging\n  But imagine that you could even - with a - like me\n\n  Damn, it the way he grab on himself\n  Before he getting closer to you, girls be like (you feeling that right)\n  Damn, it's the wife beater\n  Wish you were the one in the drop top two-seater (come on, let's ride)\n  Damn, I can't blame him\n  If he wasn't mine, shit, I would try to claim him (I'm sure you would)\n  'Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly (uh-huh)\n  You play yourself, if you try to deny it (and what you say girl)\n\n  (Damn)\n"},{"id":14991606,"name":"Diamonds On My Damn Chain","trackName":"Diamonds On My Damn Chain","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Atlanta Trafficking","duration":71.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Diamonds on my damn chain\nIt ain't hard to tell\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nYo, you think they like me now, wait until the light hit me\nI bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me\nThey gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters\nThis kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators\n\nThey ain't got one problem with this\nSquare face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist\nOne white, one gold, one nice, untold\nYou can look but don't touch, guns might unload, now\n\nI respect them thugs who get the jackin' on\nBut we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long\nYou boy got the drug money we be stacking on\nLotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on\n\nGot 'em, get 'em close and lookin' like I scooped up\nThe Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean\nI play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on\nThey should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nDamn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody\nHey, it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody\n(Yup)\nReady for the show, you can call me the light man\n(Diamonds on my damn chain)\nYou can call me the bright man\n\nSee I don't do brightless, I do, AP's\nYeah, I spend G's on all these VV's\nBlowin' on chief, yeah, I got it from Harlem\n12 carrot pinky ring, shit, I got it from Robert\n\nStep it up a notch, iced out ski mask\nPlaces in the projects to hide my weed stash\nDominican chick, shit, I got her from Fab\nYellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nYo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'\nSit on the next bus like that show on MTV\nThe wings on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane\nWhen you're sitting in between 'em\n\nThey hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em\nBeemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the phenom\nOops, I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man\nBut this tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan\n\nWe all know Jacob, check the shit he did\nWe spent more time making the band than Diddy did\nYou feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse\nI'm out in DC, at the white and gold house\n(White and gold house)\n\nWanna convince me love? Secret service\nMe with some of that Lewinsky love\nShe saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since\nNow that's what the fuck I call a good chain of events, nigga\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nI'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\nGot my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\nI like you but I really like your damn chain\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt kinda explains the way she be actin'\nShe liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\nDiamonds on my damn chain\nIt ain't hard to tell","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds On My Damn Chain\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Atlanta Trafficking\n  duration_ms: 71000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It ain't hard to tell\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Yo, you think they like me now, wait until the light hit me\n  I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me\n  They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters\n  This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators\n\n  They ain't got one problem with this\n  Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist\n  One white, one gold, one nice, untold\n  You can look but don't touch, guns might unload, now\n\n  I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on\n  But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long\n  You boy got the drug money we be stacking on\n  Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on\n\n  Got 'em, get 'em close and lookin' like I scooped up\n  The Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean\n  I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on\n  They should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Damn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody\n  Hey, it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody\n  (Yup)\n  Ready for the show, you can call me the light man\n  (Diamonds on my damn chain)\n  You can call me the bright man\n\n  See I don't do brightless, I do, AP's\n  Yeah, I spend G's on all these VV's\n  Blowin' on chief, yeah, I got it from Harlem\n  12 carrot pinky ring, shit, I got it from Robert\n\n  Step it up a notch, iced out ski mask\n  Places in the projects to hide my weed stash\n  Dominican chick, shit, I got her from Fab\n  Yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'\n  Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV\n  The wings on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane\n  When you're sitting in between 'em\n\n  They hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em\n  Beemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the phenom\n  Oops, I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man\n  But this tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan\n\n  We all know Jacob, check the shit he did\n  We spent more time making the band than Diddy did\n  You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse\n  I'm out in DC, at the white and gold house\n  (White and gold house)\n\n  Wanna convince me love? Secret service\n  Me with some of that Lewinsky love\n  She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a good chain of events, nigga\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang\n  Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign\n  I like you but I really like your damn chain\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It kinda explains the way she be actin'\n  She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n\n  Diamonds on my damn chain\n  It ain't hard to tell\n"}]