[{"id":15083845,"name":"Hot Nigga - Remix","trackName":"Hot Nigga - Remix","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"That's My Hood, Vol. 4","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"FGE we some hot niggas\nNever catch me in no picture with no op niggas\nAnd J-Real that's my shooter he done popped niggas\nNo we don't box but I'll put you in the box nigga\nCame from the bottom now I'm clean, detox nigga\nWhole squad get into the guap nonstop nigga\nPocket full of knots niggas\nKnow he keeps them Glocks with us\nItchy on me while I'm getting scratch, chicken pox nigga\nI remember takin' money to the stash house\nNow'a'days i be pullin' all this cash out\nForeign broads, foreign cars when I smash out\nWho woulda thought it all started from a half ounce\nAnd nigga all i know is spaz out\nTurn down my block and see these hittas, better bag out\nI call my hammer camera show you what this flash 'bout\nReady for you pussies so you know I keep that mag out\nBitch I'm a savage I do damage I'm a bad boy\nI end your life quick, play it watch me fast forward\nDon't let me catch you up traffic with that bad broad\nWhile gettin' top *POP* brains on the dashboard\nI'm the most electrifyin' and death-defyin' yea petrifyin'\nGiant mesmerizin' you niggas with what I specialize in\nWeaponizin' my brain with knowledge I know you recognizin'\nExcersizin' demons they fiendin' and im forever grindin'\nIf I'm coppin' nine im cockin' nine and poppin' nine\nIt ain't rocket science your daughter find you I'll bust a lion\nNow the preacher preachin' the choir singin' your momma cryin'\nThots be lyin' on me they want me to slide my cock inside 'em\nRap god baby im tryin', I am hip hop's goliath\nCursin' all you rappers with blessings while im monopolizin'\nSorry motherfuckas apologizin' is not surprisin'\nI'm that awkward silence, so powerful I can stop a riot\nAnd Tally been my nigga since the sixth grade\nAlways poppin' out the cut like a switchblade\nAnd nigga fuck all this rap shit\nYou dont wanna see me in that all black shit\nYou keep on talkin' Ima kill you put that on to God\nAfter I find out where you livin' Ima go inside\nIts goin' down, slide over with the .45\nClick Clack wet his ass like a water slide\nOr I might run up like a bum on em (BANG)\nPolice interrogate I'm goin' dumb on em\nMy nigga you don't want the gun play\nMy gun spray I off a nigga like the bug spray\nBeats get brutally murdered whenever I be on it\nFlow so cold Wayne Gretzky could come play hockey on it\nSold the nina thing for 250 and had a body on it\nAnd theres plenty more where that come from if anybody want it\nI tell my nigga throw the SUV in reverse\nI'm bout to put these pussy niggas on a t-shirt\nSo pray to god when I up it you don't be first\nBefore he judge yo ass you gotta see me first\nPussy nigga shoulda had a vest on him\nThese niggas squares baby I'm just playin' chess on em\nBitches on D like a full court press on em\nHeadrest ready shawty wanna put the neck on him\nGrowin' up i never had shit\nWell motherfucka' that was past tense\nNow i got it that's why i be talkin' cash shit\nShe only cheat on him with\nme now that's a bad bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hot Nigga - Remix\n  artist: French Montana\n  album: That's My Hood, Vol. 4\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  FGE we some hot niggas\n  Never catch me in no picture with no op niggas\n  And J-Real that's my shooter he done popped niggas\n  No we don't box but I'll put you in the box nigga\n  Came from the bottom now I'm clean, detox nigga\n  Whole squad get into the guap nonstop nigga\n  Pocket full of knots niggas\n  Know he keeps them Glocks with us\n  Itchy on me while I'm getting scratch, chicken pox nigga\n  I remember takin' money to the stash house\n  Now'a'days i be pullin' all this cash out\n  Foreign broads, foreign cars when I smash out\n  Who woulda thought it all started from a half ounce\n  And nigga all i know is spaz out\n  Turn down my block and see these hittas, better bag out\n  I call my hammer camera show you what this flash 'bout\n  Ready for you pussies so you know I keep that mag out\n  Bitch I'm a savage I do damage I'm a bad boy\n  I end your life quick, play it watch me fast forward\n  Don't let me catch you up traffic with that bad broad\n  While gettin' top *POP* brains on the dashboard\n  I'm the most electrifyin' and death-defyin' yea petrifyin'\n  Giant mesmerizin' you niggas with what I specialize in\n  Weaponizin' my brain with knowledge I know you recognizin'\n  Excersizin' demons they fiendin' and im forever grindin'\n  If I'm coppin' nine im cockin' nine and poppin' nine\n  It ain't rocket science your daughter find you I'll bust a lion\n  Now the preacher preachin' the choir singin' your momma cryin'\n  Thots be lyin' on me they want me to slide my cock inside 'em\n  Rap god baby im tryin', I am hip hop's goliath\n  Cursin' all you rappers with blessings while im monopolizin'\n  Sorry motherfuckas apologizin' is not surprisin'\n  I'm that awkward silence, so powerful I can stop a riot\n  And Tally been my nigga since the sixth grade\n  Always poppin' out the cut like a switchblade\n  And nigga fuck all this rap shit\n  You dont wanna see me in that all black shit\n  You keep on talkin' Ima kill you put that on to God\n  After I find out where you livin' Ima go inside\n  Its goin' down, slide over with the .45\n  Click Clack wet his ass like a water slide\n  Or I might run up like a bum on em (BANG)\n  Police interrogate I'm goin' dumb on em\n  My nigga you don't want the gun play\n  My gun spray I off a nigga like the bug spray\n  Beats get brutally murdered whenever I be on it\n  Flow so cold Wayne Gretzky could come play hockey on it\n  Sold the nina thing for 250 and had a body on it\n  And theres plenty more where that come from if anybody want it\n  I tell my nigga throw the SUV in reverse\n  I'm bout to put these pussy niggas on a t-shirt\n  So pray to god when I up it you don't be first\n  Before he judge yo ass you gotta see me first\n  Pussy nigga shoulda had a vest on him\n  These niggas squares baby I'm just playin' chess on em\n  Bitches on D like a full court press on em\n  Headrest ready shawty wanna put the neck on him\n  Growin' up i never had shit\n  Well motherfucka' that was past tense\n  Now i got it that's why i be talkin' cash shit\n  She only cheat on him with\n  me now that's a bad bitch\n"},{"id":32444940,"name":"Hot Nigga (Remix)","trackName":"Hot Nigga (Remix)","artistName":"French Montana, T.I.","albumName":"That's My Hood, Vol. 4","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"FGE we some hot niggas\nNever catch me in no picture with no op niggas\nAnd J-Real that's my shooter he done popped niggas\nNo we don't box but I'll put you in the box nigga\nCame from the bottom now I'm clean, detox nigga\nWhole squad get into the guap nonstop nigga\nPocket full of knots niggas\nKnow he keeps them Glocks with us\nItchy on me while I'm getting scratch, chicken pox nigga\nI remember takin' money to the stash house\nNow'a'days i be pullin' all this cash out\nForeign broads, foreign cars when I smash out\nWho woulda thought it all started from a half ounce\nAnd nigga all i know is spaz out\nTurn down my block and see these hittas, better bag out\nI call my hammer camera show you what this flash 'bout\nReady for you pussies so you know I keep that mag out\nBitch I'm a savage I do damage I'm a bad boy\nI end your life quick, play it watch me fast forward\nDon't let me catch you up traffic with that bad broad\nWhile gettin' top *POP* brains on the dashboard\nI'm the most electrifyin' and death-defyin' yea petrifyin'\nGiant mesmerizin' you niggas with what I specialize in\nWeaponizin' my brain with knowledge I know you recognizin'\nExcersizin' demons they fiendin' and im forever grindin'\nIf I'm coppin' nine im cockin' nine and poppin' nine\nIt ain't rocket science your daughter find you I'll bust a lion\nNow the preacher preachin' the choir singin' your momma cryin'\nThots be lyin' on me they want me to slide my cock inside 'em\nRap god baby im tryin', I am hip hop's goliath\nCursin' all you rappers with blessings while im monopolizin'\nSorry motherfuckas apologizin' is not surprisin'\nI'm that awkward silence, so powerful I can stop a riot\nAnd Tally been my nigga since the sixth grade\nAlways poppin' out the cut like a switchblade\nAnd nigga fuck all this rap shit\nYou dont wanna see me in that all black shit\nYou keep on talkin' Ima kill you put that on to God\nAfter I find out where you livin' Ima go inside\nIts goin' down, slide over with the .45\nClick Clack wet his ass like a water slide\nOr I might run up like a bum on em (BANG)\nPolice interrogate I'm goin' dumb on em\nMy nigga you don't want the gun play\nMy gun spray I off a nigga like the bug spray\nBeats get brutally murdered whenever I be on it\nFlow so cold Wayne Gretzky could come play hockey on it\nSold the nina thing for 250 and had a body on it\nAnd theres plenty more where that come from if anybody want it\nI tell my nigga throw the SUV in reverse\nI'm bout to put these pussy niggas on a t-shirt\nSo pray to god when I up it you don't be first\nBefore he judge yo ass you gotta see me first\nPussy nigga shoulda had a vest on him\nThese niggas squares baby I'm just playin' chess on em\nBitches on D like a full court press on em\nHeadrest ready shawty wanna put the neck on him\nGrowin' up i never had shit\nWell motherfucka' that was past tense\nNow i got it that's why i be talkin' cash shit\nShe only cheat on him with\nme now that's a bad bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hot Nigga (Remix)\n  artist: French Montana, T.I.\n  album: That's My Hood, Vol. 4\n  duration_ms: 162000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  FGE we some hot niggas\n  Never catch me in no picture with no op niggas\n  And J-Real that's my shooter he done popped niggas\n  No we don't box but I'll put you in the box nigga\n  Came from the bottom now I'm clean, detox nigga\n  Whole squad get into the guap nonstop nigga\n  Pocket full of knots niggas\n  Know he keeps them Glocks with us\n  Itchy on me while I'm getting scratch, chicken pox nigga\n  I remember takin' money to the stash house\n  Now'a'days i be pullin' all this cash out\n  Foreign broads, foreign cars when I smash out\n  Who woulda thought it all started from a half ounce\n  And nigga all i know is spaz out\n  Turn down my block and see these hittas, better bag out\n  I call my hammer camera show you what this flash 'bout\n  Ready for you pussies so you know I keep that mag out\n  Bitch I'm a savage I do damage I'm a bad boy\n  I end your life quick, play it watch me fast forward\n  Don't let me catch you up traffic with that bad broad\n  While gettin' top *POP* brains on the dashboard\n  I'm the most electrifyin' and death-defyin' yea petrifyin'\n  Giant mesmerizin' you niggas with what I specialize in\n  Weaponizin' my brain with knowledge I know you recognizin'\n  Excersizin' demons they fiendin' and im forever grindin'\n  If I'm coppin' nine im cockin' nine and poppin' nine\n  It ain't rocket science your daughter find you I'll bust a lion\n  Now the preacher preachin' the choir singin' your momma cryin'\n  Thots be lyin' on me they want me to slide my cock inside 'em\n  Rap god baby im tryin', I am hip hop's goliath\n  Cursin' all you rappers with blessings while im monopolizin'\n  Sorry motherfuckas apologizin' is not surprisin'\n  I'm that awkward silence, so powerful I can stop a riot\n  And Tally been my nigga since the sixth grade\n  Always poppin' out the cut like a switchblade\n  And nigga fuck all this rap shit\n  You dont wanna see me in that all black shit\n  You keep on talkin' Ima kill you put that on to God\n  After I find out where you livin' Ima go inside\n  Its goin' down, slide over with the .45\n  Click Clack wet his ass like a water slide\n  Or I might run up like a bum on em (BANG)\n  Police interrogate I'm goin' dumb on em\n  My nigga you don't want the gun play\n  My gun spray I off a nigga like the bug spray\n  Beats get brutally murdered whenever I be on it\n  Flow so cold Wayne Gretzky could come play hockey on it\n  Sold the nina thing for 250 and had a body on it\n  And theres plenty more where that come from if anybody want it\n  I tell my nigga throw the SUV in reverse\n  I'm bout to put these pussy niggas on a t-shirt\n  So pray to god when I up it you don't be first\n  Before he judge yo ass you gotta see me first\n  Pussy nigga shoulda had a vest on him\n  These niggas squares baby I'm just playin' chess on em\n  Bitches on D like a full court press on em\n  Headrest ready shawty wanna put the neck on him\n  Growin' up i never had shit\n  Well motherfucka' that was past tense\n  Now i got it that's why i be talkin' cash shit\n  She only cheat on him with\n  me now that's a bad bitch\n"}]