[{"id":35471380,"name":"Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Feat. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne","trackName":"Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Feat. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Feat. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah\n\nI don't really do this much, but baby girl I might\nFly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like\nCyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there\nCyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there\n\nDo you know who I am? Baby girl my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\nLeave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\nA balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\nCause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\nLight a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\nDrink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\nLook at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\nGirl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\nAnd my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\nThey done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\nMy wheels big, they deep dish\nEngine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\nSee-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\nWhole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\nAnd I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\nAll this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\nFlow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\nFor all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\nDid he just say that? Yes I did\nNow open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\nMicrophones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\nFuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\nLookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\nSomebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\nUh, stay in line ho\nYeah, get your mind right bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nI skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\nEat a red bone, like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\n A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\n Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\n Drink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\n Girl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\n And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\n They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\n My wheels big, they deep dish\n Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\n See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\n And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\n All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\n Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\n For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\n Did he just say that? Yes I did\n Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\n Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\n Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\n Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\n Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\n Uh, stay in line ho\n Yeah, get your mind right bitch\n Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\n I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake\n Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\n And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\n I'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8\n"},{"id":9814727,"name":"Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah","trackName":"Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"East Side Piru","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah\n\nI don't really do this much, but baby girl I might\nFly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like\nCyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there\nCyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there\n\nDo you know who I am? Baby girl my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\nLeave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\nA balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\nCause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\nLight a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\nDrink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\nLook at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\nGirl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\nAnd my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\nThey done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\nMy wheels big, they deep dish\nEngine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\nSee-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\nWhole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\nAnd I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\nAll this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\nFlow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\nFor all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\nDid he just say that? Yes I did\nNow open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\nMicrophones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\nFuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\nLookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\nSomebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\nUh, stay in line ho\nYeah, get your mind right bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nI skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\nEat a red bone, like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah\n artist: Gucci Mane\n album: East Side Piru\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah\n\n I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might\n Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like\n Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there\n Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there\n\n Do you know who I am? Baby girl my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\n A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\n Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\n Drink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\n Girl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\n And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\n They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\n My wheels big, they deep dish\n Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\n See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\n And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\n All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\n Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\n For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\n Did he just say that? Yes I did\n Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\n Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\n Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\n Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\n Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\n Uh, stay in line ho\n Yeah, get your mind right bitch\n Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\n I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake\n Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\n And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\n I'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8\n"},{"id":10473785,"name":"Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah","trackName":"Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah","artistName":"Gucci Mane feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\nLeave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\nA balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\nCause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\nLight a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\nDrink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\nLook at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\nGirl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\nAnd my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\nThey done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\nMy wheels big, they deep dish\nEngine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\nSee-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\nWhole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\nAnd I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\nAll this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\nFlow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\nFor all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\nDid he just say that? Yes I did\nNow open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\nMicrophones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\nFuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\nLookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\nSomebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\nUh, stay in line ho\nYeah, get your mind right bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nI skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\nEat a red bone, like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah\n artist: Gucci Mane feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\n A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\n Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\n Drink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\n Girl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\n And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\n They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\n My wheels big, they deep dish\n Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\n See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\n And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\n All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\n Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\n For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\n Did he just say that? Yes I did\n Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\n Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\n Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\n Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\n Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\n Uh, stay in line ho\n Yeah, get your mind right bitch\n Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\n I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake\n Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\n And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\n I'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8\n"},{"id":13169923,"name":"Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah","trackName":"Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah","artistName":"Gucci Mane feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\nLeave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\nA balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\nCause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\nLight a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\nDrink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\nLook at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\nGirl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\nAnd my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\nThey done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\nMy wheels big, they deep dish\nEngine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\nSee-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\nWhole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\nAnd I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\nAll this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\nFlow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\nFor all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\nDid he just say that? Yes I did\nNow open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\nMicrophones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\nFuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\nLookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\nSomebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\nUh, stay in line ho\nYeah, get your mind right bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nI skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\nEat a red bone, like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cyeah, Cyeah, Cyeah\n artist: Gucci Mane feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\n A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\n Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\n Drink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\n Girl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\n And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\n They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\n My wheels big, they deep dish\n Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\n See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\n And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\n All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\n Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\n For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\n Did he just say that? 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Baby girl my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\nLeave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is [?]\nI'm a roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\nCause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\nLight a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\nDrink a fifth, pop a [?], one of those then plead the fifth\n40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\nLook at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\nGirl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels\nAnd my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\nThey done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\nMy wheels big, they deep dish\nEngine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\nSee-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\nWhole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\nAnd I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\nAll this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\nFlow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\nFor all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\nDid he just say that? Yes I did\nNow open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\nMicrophones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\nFuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\nLookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\nSomebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\nUh, stay in line ho\nYeah, get your mind right bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nI skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\nEat a red bone, like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.64] (Holiday Season)\n[00:02.61] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah\n[00:06.05] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (Polow), cyeah (Polow), cyeah\n[00:08.51] Cyeah (Zone 4), cyeah (Zone 6), cyeah, cyeah (so crazy, Zone 6, yeah)\n[00:12.28] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (H-H-Holiday Season)\n[00:14.76] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[00:17.98] Fly you, buy you crazy things, 'cause you're the type I like\n[00:21.24] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[00:24.58] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[00:27.32] Do you know who I am? (Huh?) Baby girl, my name the shit\n[00:30.55] I'm the shit, yeah, the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n[00:33.86] When I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift (huh?)\n[00:37.01] Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is on the strip\n[00:40.25] A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n[00:43.65] 'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drift\n[00:46.73] Light a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff\n[00:49.98] Drink a fifth, pop a what? One of those, then plead the Fifth\n[00:53.34] 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n[00:56.79] Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him?\n[01:00.02] And my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\n[01:03.24] And my drop top match my ears, no flodgin', I keep it real\n[01:07.08] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[01:10.05] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like\n[01:13.53] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[01:16.73] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[01:19.99] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[01:23.35] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (yeah)\n[01:26.75] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (leggo)\n[01:29.77] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (I told you niggas, look, yeah!)\n[01:32.32] They done fucked around and let me back on my G shit\n[01:34.71] My wheels big, they deep dish (woof!)\n[01:36.41] Engine bigger than a motherfucker\n[01:37.94] But on the dashboard, you see fish (aye)\n[01:39.66] See-through, all blue\n[01:41.02] I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n[01:42.82] Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they gorillas\n[01:44.33] And I'm fuckin' with them motherfuckin' dawgs too (woof!)\n[01:46.11] All of this money, I done met my quota (yeah)\n[01:48.27] I'm ballin', bitch (ha)\n[01:49.42] Flow sick, track Ebola (ugh)\n[01:51.43] Polow, this that shit\n[01:52.73] For all the ladies, you know this that dick (yeah)\n[01:54.48] Hold up, wait a minute (boaw!)\n[01:55.95] Did he just say that? Yes, I did (boaw!)\n[01:57.39] Now open your legs up, let me say it up in you like (ah!)\n[01:59.04] Microphones, I blaze, boy\n[02:00.79] Any little beat, any track, I kill it (yeah)\n[02:02.37] Fuckin' them models, straight Playboy (boy)\n[02:03.98] I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n[02:05.48] Got the girls in the club with their lace front swingin' (ha)\n[02:07.30] Lookin' at my girl like, \"No, you didn't\" (Uh-uh)\n[02:09.03] Somebody better call 911\n[02:10.47] With all this motherfuckin' pussy, I'm killin' (cyeah!)\n[02:12.26] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (might)\n[02:15.56] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (like)\n[02:18.92] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (yeah)\n[02:22.15] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[02:25.32] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[02:28.68] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (alright)\n[02:31.92] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[02:35.16] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[02:38.98] Uh, stay in line, ho\n[02:42.13] Yeah, get your mind right, bitch\n[02:45.49] Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n[02:48.75] And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n[02:52.16] My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n[02:55.21] Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\n[02:58.48] Hm, I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n[03:01.77] Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n[03:05.19] Eat a redbone like red velvet cake\n[03:08.21] Fuck a nigga wife and eat the weddin' cake\n[03:11.30] And if that nigga trippin', tell him, \"Yellow tape\"\n[03:14.72] I'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\" (cyeah)\n[03:17.79] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (Tunechi)\n[03:20.76] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (that right)\n[03:24.12] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[03:27.43] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Young Mula, baby!)\n[03:30.75] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[03:34.00] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like\n[03:37.21] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[03:40.44] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[03:51.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: C'Yeah\n artist: Gucci Mane\n album: I'm Up\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Holiday Season)\n start_ms: 640\n end_ms: 2610\n- text: Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah\n start_ms: 2610\n end_ms: 6050\n- text: Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (Polow), cyeah (Polow), cyeah\n start_ms: 6050\n end_ms: 8510\n- text: Cyeah (Zone 4), cyeah (Zone 6), cyeah, cyeah (so crazy, Zone 6, yeah)\n start_ms: 8510\n end_ms: 12280\n- text: Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (H-H-Holiday Season)\n start_ms: 12280\n end_ms: 14760\n- text: I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n start_ms: 14760\n end_ms: 17980\n- text: Fly you, buy you crazy things, 'cause you're the type I like\n start_ms: 17980\n end_ms: 21240\n- text: Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n start_ms: 21240\n end_ms: 24580\n- text: Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n start_ms: 24580\n end_ms: 27320\n- text: Do you know who I am? 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Baby girl, my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah, the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift (huh?)\nLeave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is on the strip\n\nA balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drift\nLight a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff\nDrink a fifth, pop a what? One of those, then plead the Fifth\n\n40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\nLook at me, look at them, don't I look better than him?\nAnd my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\nAnd my drop top match my ears, no flodgin', I keep it real\n\nI don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\nFly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\nI don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\nFly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (yeah)\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (leggo)\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (I told you niggas, look, yeah!)\n\nThey done fucked around and let me back on my G shit\nMy wheels big, they deep dish (woof!)\nEngine bigger than a motherfucker\nBut on the dashboard, you see fish (aye)\nSee-through, all blue\nI'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\nWhole bunch of niggas in my clique, they gorillas\nAnd I'm fuckin' with them motherfuckin' dawgs too (woof!)\n\nAll of this money, I done met my quota (yeah)\nI'm ballin', bitch (ha)\nFlow sick, track Ebola (ugh)\nPolow, this that shit\nFor all the ladies, you know this that dick (yeah)\nHold up, wait a minute (boaw!)\nDid he just say that? Yes, I did (boaw!)\nNow open your legs up, let me say it up in you like (ah!)\n\nMicrophones, I blaze, boy\nAny little beat, any track, I kill it (yeah)\nFuckin' them models, straight Playboy (boy)\nI stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot the girls in the club with their lace front swingin' (ha)\nLookin' at my girl like, \"No, you didn't\" (Uh-uh)\nSomebody better call 911\nWith all this motherfuckin' pussy, I'm killin' (cyeah!)\n\nI don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (might)\nFly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (like)\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (yeah)\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\nI don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\nFly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (alright)\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n\nUh, stay in line, ho\nYeah, get your mind right, bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nHm, I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n\nEat a redbone like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife and eat the weddin' cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him, \"Yellow tape\"\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\" (cyeah)\n\nI don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (Tunechi)\nFly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (that right)\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Young Mula, baby!)\nI don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\nFly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\nCyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] (Holiday Season)\n[00:02.68] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah\n[00:06.00] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (Polow), cyeah (Polow), cyeah\n[00:08.03] Cyeah (Zone 4), cyeah (Zone 6), cyeah, cyeah (so crazy, Zone 6, yeah)\n[00:12.27] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (H-H-Holiday Season)\n[00:14.76] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[00:17.96] Fly you, buy you crazy things, 'cause you're the type I like\n[00:21.21] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[00:24.54] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[00:27.32] Do you know who I am? (Huh?) Baby girl, my name the shit\n[00:30.57] I'm the shit, yeah, the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n[00:33.81] When I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift (huh?)\n[00:37.06] Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is on the strip\n[00:40.29] A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n[00:43.63] 'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drift\n[00:46.79] Light a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff\n[00:49.95] Drink a fifth, pop a what? 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Yes, I did (boaw!)\n[01:57.30] Now open your legs up, let me say it up in you like (ah!)\n[01:59.08] Microphones, I blaze, boy\n[02:00.78] Any little beat, any track, I kill it (yeah)\n[02:02.35] Fuckin' them models, straight Playboy (boy)\n[02:03.94] I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n[02:05.49] Got the girls in the club with their lace front swingin' (ha)\n[02:07.34] Lookin' at my girl like, \"No, you didn't\" (Uh-uh)\n[02:09.01] Somebody better call 911\n[02:10.49] With all this motherfuckin' pussy, I'm killin' (cyeah!)\n[02:12.25] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (might)\n[02:15.52] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (like)\n[02:18.92] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (yeah)\n[02:22.14] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[02:25.38] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[02:28.64] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (alright)\n[02:31.98] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[02:35.14] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[02:38.94] Uh, stay in line, ho\n[02:42.19] Yeah, get your mind right, bitch\n[02:45.49] Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n[02:48.75] And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n[02:52.14] My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n[02:55.21] Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\n[02:58.43] Hm, I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n[03:01.76] Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n[03:05.15] Eat a redbone like red velvet cake\n[03:08.25] Fuck a nigga wife and eat the weddin' cake\n[03:11.30] And if that nigga trippin', tell him, \"Yellow tape\"\n[03:14.76] I'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\" (cyeah)\n[03:17.70] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (Tunechi)\n[03:20.79] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (that right)\n[03:24.16] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[03:27.48] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Young Mula, baby!)\n[03:30.77] I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might\n[03:34.02] Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like\n[03:37.22] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[03:40.47] Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there\n[03:44.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cyeah\n artist: Gucci Mane feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is?\n A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\n Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\n Drink a fifth, pop a vic, one of those then plead the fifth\n 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\n Girl, my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels\n And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\n They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\n My wheels big, they deep dish\n Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\n See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\n And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\n All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\n Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\n For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\n Did he just say that? 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Baby girl, my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah, the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\nYou'da charged me forty thousand, but this one is on the strip\nA balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me, do I pimp?\n'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drip\nLight a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff\nDrank a fifth, pop a what? 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Baby girl, my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah, the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n You'da charged me forty thousand, but this one is on the strip\n A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me, do I pimp?\n 'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drip\n Light a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff\n Drank a fifth, pop a what? 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Yes, I did\n Now open your legs up, let me save the fiddlin'\n Microphones I blaze, boy\n Any little beat, any track, I kill it\n Fuckin' a model, straight Playboy\n I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n Got the girls in the club with the lace front, sweeping\n Lookin' at my girl like, \"No, you didn't\"\n Somebody better call 9-1-1\n With all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm gettin'\n\n I don't really do this much, but baby girl, I might (Might)\n Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (Like)\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that girl right there (Yeah)\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that girl right there\n I don't really do this much, but baby girl, I might\n Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause\n You're the type I like (Is that right?)\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that girl right there\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that girl right there\n\n Uh, stay in line, ho\n Yeah, get your mind right, bitch\n Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n Pockets on Snooki, I wouldn't fuck Snooki, hmm\n I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n Eat a redbone like red velvet cake\n Fuck a nigga wife and eat the wedding cake\n And if that nigga tripping, tell him yellow tape\n I'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\", haha\n\n I don't really do this much, but baby girl, I might (Tunechi)\n Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause\n You're the type I like (Is that right?)\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that girl\n Right there (That girl right there)\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that\n Girl right there (Young Mula, baby)\n I don't really do this much, but baby girl, I might\n Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that girl right there\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get that girl right there\n"},{"id":11922034,"name":"C'Yeah (Feat. 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Yes I did\nNow open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\nMicrophones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\nFuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\nLookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\nSomebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\nUh, stay in line ho\nYeah, get your mind right bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nI skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\nEat a red bone, like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: C'Yeah (Feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is [?]\n I'm a roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\n Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\n Drink a fifth, pop a [?], one of those then plead the fifth\n 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\n Girl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels\n And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\n They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\n My wheels big, they deep dish\n Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\n See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\n And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\n All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\n Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\n For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\n Did he just say that? Yes I did\n Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\n Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\n Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\n Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\n Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\n Uh, stay in line ho\n Yeah, get your mind right bitch\n Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\n I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake\n Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\n And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\n I'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\"\n"},{"id":6049672,"name":"C'Yeah (Feat. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne)","trackName":"C'Yeah (Feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\nI'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\nWhen I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\nLeave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is [?]\nI'm a roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\nCause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\nLight a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\nDrink a fifth, pop a [?], one of those then plead the fifth\n40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\nLook at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\nGirl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels\nAnd my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\nThey done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\nMy wheels big, they deep dish\nEngine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\nSee-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\nWhole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\nAnd I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\nAll this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\nFlow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\nFor all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\nDid he just say that? Yes I did\nNow open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\nMicrophones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\nFuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\nGot girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\nLookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\nSomebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\nUh, stay in line ho\nYeah, get your mind right bitch\nYeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\nAnd I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\nMy woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\nPockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\nI skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\nShawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\nEat a red bone, like red velvet cake\nFuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\nAnd if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\nI'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: C'Yeah (Feat. 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Baby girl my name the shit\n I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch\n When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift\n Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is [?]\n I'm a roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp\n Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill\n Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff\n Drink a fifth, pop a [?], one of those then plead the fifth\n 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M\n Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him\n Girl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels\n And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real\n\n They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit\n My wheels big, they deep dish\n Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish\n See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you\n Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest\n And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too\n All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch\n Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit\n For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute\n Did he just say that? Yes I did\n Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like\n Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it\n Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit\n Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin'\n Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't\n Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'\n\n Uh, stay in line ho\n Yeah, get your mind right bitch\n Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy\n And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy\n My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies\n Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie\n I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder\n Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter\n Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake\n Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake\n And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape\n I'm like 5'6\", dick 7'8\"\n"}]