[{"id":20316462,"name":"WTF","trackName":"WTF","artistName":"FattMack","albumName":"Here to Stay","duration":106.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Fatt, ay)\n\nWhat the fuck! (Fuck)\nAy, how you say all that shit to my face? (My face)\nLook me dead in my eyes, and say you ain't love me\nYou know that shit ruined my day (ruined my day)\nTell the labels, I'm already paid, and I'm already lit as a bitch\nSo I ain't signin' shit for a hundred-some' K\nYeah, my ex-ho thicker than some grits\nBut my new one, she thicker than cake\n\nFor the times, that I wasn't really havin'\nI'ma make sure this shit, stay in they face (stay in they face)\nAnd you know that I started the wave\nI came closer, you pushed me away\nIt's okay, because I'm back on that drank\nI be thinkin' 'bout you every day, but I'm lit, so I can't even complain\nAy, I stay in the club, tryna feel this void, I just poured one of them thangs\nBig fat ass diamonds in my ear, so I can't hear 'em hatin'\n\nReally from the trenches, I was raised wrong\nIt's a couple niggas, I flamed on\nTryna sign a deal, and put the gang on\nYou can't name a nigga, say I laid down\nI hope niggas know to stand down, we the Motion Klan, we known to play it foul\nPut a hundred bands in my mama hand, like, \"Your baby made it, I'm a man now\"\nBitches used to talk about me, fanned out\nSame niggas hatin', wanna come around\nI know some rappers that's bitin' my sound\nThey already blew, but ain't givin' no credit\n\nBro in the trap catchin' plays like Beckham\nYeah, I was really standin' in the rain\nI ain't have no umbrella, yeah\nSRT, bitch, I'm switchin' the lane\nI do all this shit for the gang\nAnd these drugs be keepin' me sane\nAnd I still ain't got over my pain (over my pain)\nNigga gon' take a shoot to the brain, 'fore he run off with my chain\n\nWhy the hell you keep doin' me wrong? (Doing me wrong)\nWhy the hell you keep callin' my motherfuckin' phone?\nYou know I'm in the YO in my zone\nYou know all of my life, I been all on my own\nIt ain't nun, to just leave you alone\nI don't know why the hell I was stressin' over you\nI ain't have like hundred-some hos (hundred-some hos)\n\nOn God\nI ain't have like hundred-some hos\nI don't know why the hell I was stressin' over you\nI ain't have like hundred-some hos\nHundred-some hos","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.41] (Fatt, ay)\n[00:12.57] What the fuck! (Fuck)\n[00:14.39] Ay, how you say all that shit to my face? (My face)\n[00:16.77] Look me dead in my eyes, and say you ain't love me\n[00:18.49] You know that shit ruined my day (ruined my day)\n[00:19.94] Tell the labels, I'm already paid, and I'm already lit as a bitch\n[00:22.70] So I ain't signin' shit for a hundred-some' K\n[00:24.62] Yeah, my ex-ho thicker than some grits\n[00:26.39] But my new one, she thicker than cake\n[00:27.91] For the times, that I wasn't really havin'\n[00:29.53] I'ma make sure this shit, stay in they face (stay in they face)\n[00:31.20] And you know that I started the wave\n[00:32.93] I came closer, you pushed me away\n[00:34.45] It's okay, because I'm back on that drank\n[00:36.11] I be thinkin' 'bout you every day, but I'm lit, so I can't even complain\n[00:39.52] Ay, I stay in the club, tryna feel this void, I just poured one of them thangs\n[00:42.93] Big fat ass diamonds in my ear, so I can't hear 'em hatin'\n[00:45.75] Really from the trenches, I was raised wrong\n[00:47.42] It's a couple niggas, I flamed on\n[00:49.17] Tryna sign a deal, and put the gang on\n[00:50.71] You can't name a nigga, say I laid down\n[00:52.50] I hope niggas know to stand down, we the Motion Klan, we known to play it foul\n[00:55.36] Put a hundred bands in my mama hand, like, \"Your baby made it, I'm a man now\"\n[00:58.68] Bitches used to talk about me, fanned out\n[01:00.39] Same niggas hatin', wanna come around\n[01:02.15] I know some rappers that's bitin' my sound\n[01:03.45] They already blew, but ain't givin' no credit\n[01:05.34] Bro in the trap catchin' plays like Beckham\n[01:06.94] Yeah, I was really standin' in the rain\n[01:09.04] I ain't have no umbrella, yeah\n[01:10.68] SRT, bitch, I'm switchin' the lane\n[01:12.35] I do all this shit for the gang\n[01:14.01] And these drugs be keepin' me sane\n[01:15.67] And I still ain't got over my pain (over my pain)\n[01:17.33] Nigga gon' take a shoot to the brain, 'fore he run off with my chain\n[01:20.62] Why the hell you keep doin' me wrong? (Doing me wrong)\n[01:22.25] Why the hell you keep callin' my motherfuckin' phone?\n[01:24.17] You know I'm in the YO in my zone\n[01:25.47] You know all of my life, I been all on my own\n[01:27.39] It ain't nun, to just leave you alone\n[01:28.79] I don't know why the hell I was stressin' over you\n[01:30.63] I ain't have like hundred-some hos (hundred-some hos)\n[01:32.32] On God\n[01:33.88] I ain't have like hundred-some hos\n[01:35.68] I don't know why the hell I was stressin' over you\n[01:37.20] I ain't have like hundred-some hos\n[01:40.60] Hundred-some hos\n[01:42.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WTF\n  artist: FattMack\n  album: Here to Stay\n  duration_ms: 106000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Fatt, ay)\n  start_ms: 9410\n  end_ms: 12570\n- text: What the fuck! (Fuck)\n  start_ms: 12570\n  end_ms: 14390\n- text: Ay, how you say all that shit to my face? 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(Fuck)\n  Ay, how you say all that shit to my face? (My face)\n  Look me dead in my eyes, and say you ain't love me\n  You know that shit ruined my day (ruined my day)\n  Tell the labels, I'm already paid, and I'm already lit as a bitch\n  So I ain't signin' shit for a hundred-some' K\n  Yeah, my ex-ho thicker than some grits\n  But my new one, she thicker than cake\n\n  For the times, that I wasn't really havin'\n  I'ma make sure this shit, stay in they face (stay in they face)\n  And you know that I started the wave\n  I came closer, you pushed me away\n  It's okay, because I'm back on that drank\n  I be thinkin' 'bout you every day, but I'm lit, so I can't even complain\n  Ay, I stay in the club, tryna feel this void, I just poured one of them thangs\n  Big fat ass diamonds in my ear, so I can't hear 'em hatin'\n\n  Really from the trenches, I was raised wrong\n  It's a couple niggas, I flamed on\n  Tryna sign a deal, and put the gang on\n  You can't name a nigga, say I laid down\n  I hope niggas know to stand down, we the Motion Klan, we known to play it foul\n  Put a hundred bands in my mama hand, like, \"Your baby made it, I'm a man now\"\n  Bitches used to talk about me, fanned out\n  Same niggas hatin', wanna come around\n  I know some rappers that's bitin' my sound\n  They already blew, but ain't givin' no credit\n\n  Bro in the trap catchin' plays like Beckham\n  Yeah, I was really standin' in the rain\n  I ain't have no umbrella, yeah\n  SRT, bitch, I'm switchin' the lane\n  I do all this shit for the gang\n  And these drugs be keepin' me sane\n  And I still ain't got over my pain (over my pain)\n  Nigga gon' take a shoot to the brain, 'fore he run off with my chain\n\n  Why the hell you keep doin' me wrong? (Doing me wrong)\n  Why the hell you keep callin' my motherfuckin' phone?\n  You know I'm in the YO in my zone\n  You know all of my life, I been all on my own\n  It ain't nun, to just leave you alone\n  I don't know why the hell I was stressin' over you\n  I ain't have like hundred-some hos (hundred-some hos)\n\n  On God\n  I ain't have like hundred-some hos\n  I don't know why the hell I was stressin' over you\n  I ain't have like hundred-some hos\n  Hundred-some hos\n"}]