[{"id":9849195,"name":"Confidence","trackName":"Confidence","artistName":"Fivio Foreign","albumName":"B.I.B.L.E.","duration":110.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap\nRap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap\nYeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah (uh)\nYeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah)\nAll Hail Mary (uh)\nBillie Jean\nIt's about to get real scary (baow)\nThey don't want beef or dairy\nHunnid thou' if I talk on celly, ordinary\nAin't nothin' they can talk or tell me\nBad mon, picture perfect like Mohr and Getty (baow, baow)\nGettin' my focus on\nAim it, pop up like toasters on 'em (baow)\nSmell me like Folgers, uh\nDon't come here with that bullshit\nI put the locals on 'em\nThey was laughin' at me, now the joke is on 'em, huh\nI tell my shooter to focus on 'em (baow)\nAnd the old niggas make the culture borin' (uh, yeah)\nI tell my lil' mami' to hold off (yeah,\nI tell my lil' nigga to hold off, ha)\nI take a Perc' and I doze off, huh (uh)\nI drink the liquor and go raw (ah)\nNigga, my body different, my body on go mode\nWe be spinnin' the whole floor\nShooter see you, he shootin' through both doors (baow)\nYou either win or you lose, it ain't no draw (nah)\nNigga, I got the soldiers comin' (soldiers comin')\nYou can't get it for the low now (woo, woo)\nPut on my broach or somethin', bitch\nTag on my coat for nothin', pimp\nLimp when I walk, I'm stuntin', drip\nFuck with my bro with somethin', bitch\nWho let the faucet runnin'? (Drip, drip, drip)\nGnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\nYeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\nUh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\nWould've thought the nigga started it (uh)\nYour drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\nSlide on her then I politic (yeah)\nShe seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\nBeat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\nFinessin'\nC-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\nI'm the opposite of modest (uh)\nCaught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Confidence\n  artist: Fivio Foreign\n  album: B.I.B.L.E.\n  duration_ms: 110000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap\n  Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap\n  Yeah-yeah\n  Yeah-yeah (uh)\n  Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah)\n  All Hail Mary (uh)\n  Billie Jean\n  It's about to get real scary (baow)\n  They don't want beef or dairy\n  Hunnid thou' if I talk on celly, ordinary\n  Ain't nothin' they can talk or tell me\n  Bad mon, picture perfect like Mohr and Getty (baow, baow)\n  Gettin' my focus on\n  Aim it, pop up like toasters on 'em (baow)\n  Smell me like Folgers, uh\n  Don't come here with that bullshit\n  I put the locals on 'em\n  They was laughin' at me, now the joke is on 'em, huh\n  I tell my shooter to focus on 'em (baow)\n  And the old niggas make the culture borin' (uh, yeah)\n  I tell my lil' mami' to hold off (yeah,\n  I tell my lil' nigga to hold off, ha)\n  I take a Perc' and I doze off, huh (uh)\n  I drink the liquor and go raw (ah)\n  Nigga, my body different, my body on go mode\n  We be spinnin' the whole floor\n  Shooter see you, he shootin' through both doors (baow)\n  You either win or you lose, it ain't no draw (nah)\n  Nigga, I got the soldiers comin' (soldiers comin')\n  You can't get it for the low now (woo, woo)\n  Put on my broach or somethin', bitch\n  Tag on my coat for nothin', pimp\n  Limp when I walk, I'm stuntin', drip\n  Fuck with my bro with somethin', bitch\n  Who let the faucet runnin'? (Drip, drip, drip)\n  Gnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\n  Yeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\n  Uh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\n  Would've thought the nigga started it (uh)\n  Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\n  Slide on her then I politic (yeah)\n  She seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\n  Beat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\n  Finessin'\n  C-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\n  I'm the opposite of modest (uh)\n  Caught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah\n"},{"id":3615151,"name":"Confidence (feat. A$AP Rocky)","trackName":"Confidence (feat. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\nGnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\nYeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\nUh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\nWould've thought the nigga started it (uh)\nYour drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\nSlide on her then I politic (yeah)\nShe seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\nBeat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\nFinessin'\nC-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\nI'm the opposite of modest (uh)\nCaught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Confidence (feat. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\n  Gnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\n  Yeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\n  Uh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\n  Would've thought the nigga started it (uh)\n  Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\n  Slide on her then I politic (yeah)\n  She seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\n  Beat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\n  Finessin'\n  C-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\n  I'm the opposite of modest (uh)\n  Caught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah\n"},{"id":29791025,"name":"Confidence Ft. A$AP Rocky","trackName":"Confidence Ft. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\nGnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\nYeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\nUh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\nWould've thought the nigga started it (uh)\nYour drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\nSlide on her then I politic (yeah)\nShe seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\nBeat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\nFinessin'\nC-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\nI'm the opposite of modest (uh)\nCaught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Confidence Ft. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\n  Gnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\n  Yeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\n  Uh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\n  Would've thought the nigga started it (uh)\n  Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\n  Slide on her then I politic (yeah)\n  She seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\n  Beat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\n  Finessin'\n  C-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\n  I'm the opposite of modest (uh)\n  Caught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah\n"},{"id":10375069,"name":"Confidence","trackName":"Confidence","artistName":"Fivio Foreign feat. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\nGnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\nYeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\nUh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\nWould've thought the nigga started it (uh)\nYour drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\nSlide on her then I politic (yeah)\nShe seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\nBeat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\nFinessin'\nC-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\nI'm the opposite of modest (uh)\nCaught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Confidence\n  artist: Fivio Foreign feat. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\n  Gnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\n  Yeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\n  Uh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\n  Would've thought the nigga started it (uh)\n  Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\n  Slide on her then I politic (yeah)\n  She seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\n  Beat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\n  Finessin'\n  C-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\n  I'm the opposite of modest (uh)\n  Caught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah\n"},{"id":13144620,"name":"Confidence (feat. A$AP Rocky)","trackName":"Confidence (feat. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\n\nGnarly shit, rockstar, pop molly shit\nYeah, braids is so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\nUh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\nWould've thought a nigga started it (uh)\nYour drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit (woo)\nNigga, slide on her then I politic (yeah)\nShe seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\nBeat the pussy, she ain't chargin' shit (yeah, yeah)\nFinessin' (nah), c-common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\nI'm the opposite of modest is (uh)\nC-c-caught 'em lackin' that confidence, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.96] (AyoAA)\n[00:13.80] Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (woo)\n[00:17.19] Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (woo)\n[00:21.25] Yeah, yeah (uh)\n[00:22.88] Yeah, yeah (oh)\n[00:24.79] Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah\n[00:27.05] All Hail Mary (uh)\n[00:28.94] Billie Jean, it's about to get real scary (pow)\n[00:31.34] They don't want beef or dairy\n[00:33.04] Hundred thousand how I talk on celly, ordinary\n[00:35.64] Ain't nothing they can talk and tell me\n[00:37.28] Bad man, picture perfect like Mohr and Getty (pow, pow, pow)\n[00:40.54] Gettin' my focus on, aim it, pop up like toasters on 'em (baow)\n[00:43.81] Swarmin' like vultures, uh, don't come here with that bullshit\n[00:46.47] I put the locals on them niggas\n[00:47.82] They was laughin' at me, now the joke is on 'em, huh\n[00:49.82] I told my shooters to focus on 'em (baow)\n[00:51.24] And the old niggas make the culture borin' (uh, yeah)\n[00:53.16] I tell lil' mami to hold off (yeah, I tell lil' mami to hold off, ha)\n[00:56.67] I take a perc and I doze off, huh (uh)\n[00:58.39] I drink the liquor and go raw\n[00:59.78] Nigga, my body different, my body on go mode\n[01:01.82] We spinnin' the whole floor (skrrt)\n[01:02.92] Should've seen we shootin' through both doors (pow)\n[01:04.58] You either win or you lose, it ain't no draws (uh)\n[01:06.49] Nigga, I got the soldiers comin' (woo)\n[01:08.60] You can get it for the lowey, yeah (woo, lil' bitch)\n[01:11.60] Put on my broach or somethin', bitch\n[01:13.36] Take on my coat for nothin', pimp\n[01:14.94] Lit when I'm walkin', I'm stuntin', drip\n[01:16.56] Fuck with my bro with somethin', bitch\n[01:18.42] Who let the faucet runnin'? (Drip, drip, drip)\n[01:20.95] Gnarly shit, rockstar, pop molly shit\n[01:23.35] Yeah, braids is so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\n[01:26.88] Uh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\n[01:30.17] Would've thought a nigga started it (uh)\n[01:31.66] Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit (woo)\n[01:34.27] Nigga, slide on her then I politic (yeah)\n[01:36.66] She seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\n[01:38.52] Beat the pussy, she ain't chargin' shit (yeah, yeah)\n[01:40.71] Finessin' (nah), c-common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\n[01:43.65] I'm the opposite of modest is (uh)\n[01:45.14] C-c-caught 'em lackin' that confidence, yeah\n[01:47.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Confidence (feat. 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(Drip, drip, drip)\n  Gnarly shit, Rockstar, pop molly shit\n  Yeah braids in so long, like dreads on my Bob Marley shit\n  Uh, pop tags, floor's Prada like a partnership\n  Would've thought the nigga started it (uh)\n  Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga (woo)\n  Slide on her then I politic (yeah)\n  She seein' stars like astrologist (uh)\n  Beat the pussy, she ain't chargin' me shit (yeah, yeah)\n  Finessin'\n  C-Common sense with the scholarship (yeah)\n  I'm the opposite of modest (uh)\n  Caught 'em lackin' like confidence, yeah\n"}]