[{"id":20168292,"name":"Get Lost","trackName":"Get Lost","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"I’m Up","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I lay me down to sleep\nI pray to Lord fake niggas he keep\nBut if I shut down before I wake\nI pray to Lord real niggas he take\n\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\nIf you don't like it get lost\nMe and my top beefin\n\nSo I don't really wanna see him\nThey picture man, the flare nigga\nAnd all the kids wanna be him\nI told that girl to get lost\nCause I don't even like to argue\nAll this money that I'm makin\nThey think I'm playing for the Chargers\nMy jury game is retarded\nMy car game is exotic\nThe inside my Maserati\nCause look like he in the hypnotic\nI'm runnin from the paparazzi\nBut I'm in the Lamborghini\nThey call me Gucci Debiassi\nI think I'm fucking Liberace\n\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\nIf you don't like it get lost\n\nSmoking kush with my boys\nI'm a walking weed joyce\nThey say I fuck on my alarms\nI say it back, it's my choice\nSelling dope with my squad\n\nOld school's in my yard\nI got a Chevy so clean\nAnd my goodness so hot\nThey say it's getting real hot\nSo I took off of my top\nI got the number one spot\nI'm coming down my block\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\n\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\n\nIf you don't like it get lost\nDragging from the old school in my new school\nTop missing, nigga with my new tool\nSame ways with my new juice\nGetting money on these young fools\n\nYou pay for perfect when you're big time\nYou pay for perfect when your sun shine\nHarley Davidson, 1100\n\nNigga know we got them army guns\nBig money when we poppin nigga\nOverseas when I'm shoppin nigga\nHella choppers when we choppin nigga\nGetting money by the mount nigga\n\nUptown with the swag nigga\n300 on the dash nigga\nOut the pound full of cash nigga\nNigga first not last nigga\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\nIf you don't like it get lost","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.79] Now I lay me down to sleep\n[00:12.13] I pray to Lord fake niggas he keep\n[00:15.48] But if I shut down before I wake\n[00:18.82] I pray to Lord real niggas he take\n[00:22.56] I told my top to get lost\n[00:25.65] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[00:28.66] I told a bitch to get lost\n[00:31.72] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[00:34.85] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[00:37.63] I hit the thrust and get lost\n[00:40.62] I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n[00:43.74] If you don't like it get lost\n[00:46.90] Me and my top beefin\n[00:50.00] So I don't really wanna see him\n[00:53.01] They picture man, the flare nigga\n[00:56.52] And all the kids wanna be him\n[00:58.53] I told that girl to get lost\n[01:01.49] Cause I don't even like to argue\n[01:04.78] All this money that I'm makin\n[01:07.77] They think I'm playing for the Chargers\n[01:10.15] My jury game is retarded\n[01:13.60] My car game is exotic\n[01:16.53] The inside my Maserati\n[01:19.74] Cause look like he in the hypnotic\n[01:22.66] I'm runnin from the paparazzi\n[01:25.59] But I'm in the Lamborghini\n[01:28.88] They call me Gucci Debiassi\n[01:31.50] I think I'm fucking Liberace\n[01:34.49] I told my top to get lost\n[01:37.66] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[01:40.64] I told a bitch to get lost\n[01:43.59] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[01:46.49] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[01:50.43] I hit the thrust and get lost\n[01:53.30] I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n[01:56.56] If you don't like it get lost\n[01:59.49] Smoking kush with my boys\n[02:02.47] I'm a walking weed joyce\n[02:05.29] They say I fuck on my alarms\n[02:08.04] I say it back, it's my choice\n[02:11.20] Selling dope with my squad\n[02:14.41] Old school's in my yard\n[02:17.99] I got a Chevy so clean\n[02:20.11] And my goodness so hot\n[02:23.02] They say it's getting real hot\n[02:25.60] So I took off of my top\n[02:28.73] I got the number one spot\n[02:31.75] I'm coming down my block\n[02:34.70] I told my top to get lost\n[02:37.92] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[02:41.12] I told a bitch to get lost\n[02:43.95] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[02:46.82] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[02:50.06] I hit the thrust and get lost\n[02:53.00] I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n[02:55.69] If you don't like it get lost\n[02:59.25] Dragging from the old school in my new school\n[03:04.08] Top missing, nigga with my new tool\n[03:07.49] Same ways with my new juice\n[03:10.35] Getting money on these young fools\n[03:13.34] You pay for perfect when you're big time\n[03:16.14] You pay for perfect when your sun shine\n[03:19.24] Harley Davidson, 1100\n[03:21.84] Nigga know we got them army guns\n[03:24.78] Big money when we poppin nigga\n[03:28.34] Overseas when I'm shoppin nigga\n[03:31.41] Hella choppers when we choppin nigga\n[03:34.47] Getting money by the mount nigga\n[03:37.42] Uptown with the swag nigga\n[03:40.32] 300 on the dash nigga\n[03:43.64] Out the pound full of cash nigga\n[03:46.66] Nigga first not last nigga\n[03:50.27] I told my top to get lost\n[03:50.79] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[03:53.08] I told a bitch to get lost\n[03:56.12] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[03:59.32] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[04:02.18] I hit the thrust and get lost\n[04:05.38] I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n[04:08.10] If you don't like it get lost\n[04:13.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Lost\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: I’m Up\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now I lay me down to sleep\n  start_ms: 10790\n  end_ms: 12130\n- text: I pray to Lord fake niggas he keep\n  start_ms: 12130\n  end_ms: 15480\n- text: But if I shut down before I wake\n  start_ms: 15480\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I pray to Lord real niggas he take\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 22560\n- text: I told my top to get lost\n  start_ms: 22560\n  end_ms: 25650\n- text: Cause I don't really like ceilings\n  start_ms: 25650\n  end_ms: 28660\n- text: I told a bitch to get lost\n  start_ms: 28660\n  end_ms: 31720\n- text: I think I hurt the girl feelings\n  start_ms: 31720\n  end_ms: 34850\n- text: So I hit the gas and get lost\n  start_ms: 34850\n  end_ms: 37630\n- text: I hit the thrust and get lost\n  start_ms: 37630\n  end_ms: 40620\n- text: I'm in that new 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get lost\n\n  I think I hurt the girl feelings\n  So I hit the gas and get lost\n  I hit the thrust and get lost\n  I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n\n  If you don't like it get lost\n  Dragging from the old school in my new school\n  Top missing, nigga with my new tool\n  Same ways with my new juice\n  Getting money on these young fools\n\n  You pay for perfect when you're big time\n  You pay for perfect when your sun shine\n  Harley Davidson, 1100\n\n  Nigga know we got them army guns\n  Big money when we poppin nigga\n  Overseas when I'm shoppin nigga\n  Hella choppers when we choppin nigga\n  Getting money by the mount nigga\n\n  Uptown with the swag nigga\n  300 on the dash nigga\n  Out the pound full of cash nigga\n  Nigga first not last nigga\n  I told my top to get lost\n  Cause I don't really like ceilings\n  I told a bitch to get lost\n  I think I hurt the girl feelings\n  So I hit the gas and get lost\n  I hit the thrust and get lost\n  I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n  If you don't like it get lost\n"},{"id":19980198,"name":"Get Lost","trackName":"Get Lost","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Greatest Mixtape Hits","duration":272.169796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I lay me down to sleep\nI pray to Lord fake niggas he keep\nBut if I shut down before I wake\nI pray to Lord real niggas he take\n\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\nIf you don't like it get lost\nMe and my top beefin\n\nSo I don't really wanna see him\nThey picture man, the flare nigga\nAnd all the kids wanna be him\nI told that girl to get lost\nCause I don't even like to argue\nAll this money that I'm makin\nThey think I'm playing for the Chargers\nMy jury game is retarded\nMy car game is exotic\nThe inside my Maserati\nCause look like he in the hypnotic\nI'm runnin from the paparazzi\nBut I'm in the Lamborghini\nThey call me Gucci Debiassi\nI think I'm fucking Liberace\n\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\nIf you don't like it get lost\n\nSmoking kush with my boys\nI'm a walking weed joyce\nThey say I fuck on my alarms\nI say it back, it's my choice\nSelling dope with my squad\n\nOld school's in my yard\nI got a Chevy so clean\nAnd my goodness so hot\nThey say it's getting real hot\nSo I took off of my top\nI got the number one spot\nI'm coming down my block\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\n\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\n\nIf you don't like it get lost\nDragging from the old school in my new school\nTop missing, nigga with my new tool\nSame ways with my new juice\nGetting money on these young fools\n\nYou pay for perfect when you're big time\nYou pay for perfect when your sun shine\nHarley Davidson, 1100\n\nNigga know we got them army guns\nBig money when we poppin nigga\nOverseas when I'm shoppin nigga\nHella choppers when we choppin nigga\nGetting money by the mount nigga\n\nUptown with the swag nigga\n300 on the dash nigga\nOut the pound full of cash nigga\nNigga first not last nigga\nI told my top to get lost\nCause I don't really like ceilings\nI told a bitch to get lost\nI think I hurt the girl feelings\nSo I hit the gas and get lost\nI hit the thrust and get lost\nI'm in that new Rolls Royce\nIf you don't like it get lost","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.79] Now I lay me down to sleep\n[00:12.13] I pray to Lord fake niggas he keep\n[00:15.48] But if I shut down before I wake\n[00:18.82] I pray to Lord real niggas he take\n[00:22.56] I told my top to get lost\n[00:25.65] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[00:28.66] I told a bitch to get lost\n[00:31.72] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[00:34.85] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[00:37.63] I hit the thrust and get lost\n[00:40.62] I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n[00:43.74] If you don't like it get lost\n[00:46.90] Me and my top beefin\n[00:50.00] So I don't really wanna see him\n[00:53.01] They picture man, the flare nigga\n[00:56.52] And all the kids wanna be him\n[00:58.53] I told that girl to get lost\n[01:01.49] Cause I don't even like to argue\n[01:04.78] All this money that I'm makin\n[01:07.77] They think I'm playing for the Chargers\n[01:10.15] My jury game is retarded\n[01:13.60] My car game is exotic\n[01:16.53] The inside my Maserati\n[01:19.74] Cause look like he in the hypnotic\n[01:22.66] I'm runnin from the paparazzi\n[01:25.59] But I'm in the Lamborghini\n[01:28.88] They call me Gucci Debiassi\n[01:31.50] I think I'm fucking Liberace\n[01:34.49] I told my top to get lost\n[01:37.66] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[01:40.64] I told a bitch to get lost\n[01:43.59] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[01:46.49] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[01:50.43] I hit the thrust and get lost\n[01:53.30] I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n[01:56.56] If you don't like it get lost\n[01:59.49] Smoking kush with my boys\n[02:02.47] I'm a walking weed joyce\n[02:05.29] They say I fuck on my alarms\n[02:08.04] I say it back, it's my choice\n[02:11.20] Selling dope with my squad\n[02:14.41] Old school's in my yard\n[02:17.99] I got a Chevy so clean\n[02:20.11] And my goodness so hot\n[02:23.02] They say it's getting real hot\n[02:25.60] So I took off of my top\n[02:28.73] I got the number one spot\n[02:31.75] I'm coming down my block\n[02:34.70] I told my top to get lost\n[02:37.92] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[02:41.12] I told a bitch to get lost\n[02:43.95] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[02:46.82] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[02:50.06] I hit the thrust and get lost\n[02:53.00] I'm in that new Rolls Royce\n[02:55.69] If you don't like it get lost\n[02:59.25] Dragging from the old school in my new school\n[03:04.08] Top missing, nigga with my new tool\n[03:07.49] Same ways with my new juice\n[03:10.35] Getting money on these young fools\n[03:13.34] You pay for perfect when you're big time\n[03:16.14] You pay for perfect when your sun shine\n[03:19.24] Harley Davidson, 1100\n[03:21.84] Nigga know we got them army guns\n[03:24.78] Big money when we poppin nigga\n[03:28.34] Overseas when I'm shoppin nigga\n[03:31.41] Hella choppers when we choppin nigga\n[03:34.47] Getting money by the mount nigga\n[03:37.42] Uptown with the swag nigga\n[03:40.32] 300 on the dash nigga\n[03:43.64] Out the pound full of cash nigga\n[03:46.66] Nigga first not last nigga\n[03:50.27] I told my top to get lost\n[03:50.79] Cause I don't really like ceilings\n[03:53.08] I told a bitch to get lost\n[03:56.12] I think I hurt the girl feelings\n[03:59.32] So I hit the gas and get lost\n[04:02.18] I hit 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~Selassie~\n\n  Like a lambo\n  Like a lambo\n  Get low to the earth like a lambo\n  Baby stick yo hands up like a lambo\n  Go slow, go fast like a lambo(She looks)\n  Like a Lambo\n  Like a lambo\n  Everbody banging harder than a lambo\n  Everybody works hard like a lambo\n  She remind me of a murcielago\n\n  Like a Lamborghini, shawty very pricey\n  She could be yo wifey, even shawty might be\n  But I think she like me, least I think she like G's\n  All the G's on her bed, how she couldnt like me?\n  Yo man wanna bite me\n\n  But he should, now you runnin like a lamborghini\n  Shawty fine as a CJada beuta this week\n  She's as top notch as hell, but she's a stone cold freak\n  Downtown to South Beach, Buy 4 or 5 drinks\n  Jumped in a lotto doors up you dont say\n  Gucci Mane Selassi we extra icey\n  But I owe it to Atlanta, pussy nigga don't say\n  Im'a play like weigh\n  Everyday my playdate\n  Every day my payday\n  I hear the Lamboghini\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Like a lambo\n  Like a 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tricks, everything's on me\nYou be smokin it free, I'm in the V.I.P\nBaby come and see me\nG-U-double C- I, M-A-N-E\nI'm so Icy\nYou done heard about me\nBut enough about me\nLets talk about we\n\nCome lie on my sheets\nIm'a lay E U D\nLike a lamborghini\nGirl you represent spee\nAnd you must look cute\nCuz you represent me\nAll the brothers and bill\nYou my hell onree\nBut you try this street\nIm'a call him whiskey\nHe the black lady in the pitted Oprah Winfrey\nAsk Oprah Winfrey, has she heard about me?\nSpread the word about me\nIf you leave your plan A, i can be your plan B\nGucci\n\n[Chorus:] ~Selassie~\n\nLike a lambo\nLike a lambo\nGet low to the earth like a lambo\nBaby stick yo hands up like a lambo\nGo slow, go fast like a lambo(She looks)\nLike a Lambo\nLike a lambo\nEverbody banging harder than a lambo\nEverybody works hard like a lambo\nShe remind me of a murcielago\n\nLike a Lamborghini, shawty very pricey\nShe could be yo wifey, even shawty might be\nBut I think she like 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But I owe it to Atlanta, pussy nigga don't say\n  Im'a play like weigh\n  Everyday my playdate\n  Every day my payday\n  I hear the Lamboghini\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Like a lambo\n  Like a lambo\n  Get low to the earth like a lambo\n  Baby stick yo hands up like a lambo\n\n  Go slow, go fast like a lambo(She looks)\n  Like a Lambo\n  Like a Lambo\n  Everbody banging harder than a lambo\n  Everybody works hard like a lambo\n  She remind me of a Murcielago\n\n  Ey so she know she gooood(waking)\n  Up in da hood\n  She got dat goods (ey go girl)\n\n  Ey you can ask mister Gucci, excuse mister Icey\n  Baby girl young had sex wanted be yo wifey\n  Dress real pricey\n  Yo head gettin nice B\n  Plus she said she got a girl who will like me\n\n  Cars racing in background\n"},{"id":27647863,"name":"Get Lost","trackName":"Get Lost","artistName":"Gucci Mane feat. Birdman","albumName":"I’m Up","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Selassie:]\nEy, D-J speedy\nYou a fool for this one, Selassie\nIce (Ice echo)\nWe still rock steady\n\nGucci Mane where you at?\nI'm not yo baby daddy, I'm your suga daddy\nToo much money on me\nI could buy you all tricks, everything's on me\nYou be smokin it free, I'm in the V.I.P\nBaby come and see me\nG-U-double C- I, M-A-N-E\nI'm so Icy\nYou done heard about me\nBut enough about me\nLets talk about we\n\nCome lie on my sheets\nIm'a lay E U D\nLike a lamborghini\nGirl you represent spee\nAnd you must look cute\nCuz you represent me\nAll the brothers and bill\nYou my hell onree\nBut you try this street\nIm'a call him whiskey\nHe the black lady in the pitted Oprah Winfrey\nAsk Oprah Winfrey, has she heard about me?\nSpread the word about me\nIf you leave your plan A, i can be your plan B\nGucci\n\n[Chorus:] ~Selassie~\n\nLike a lambo\nLike a lambo\nGet low to the earth like a lambo\nBaby stick yo hands up like a lambo\nGo slow, go fast like a lambo(She looks)\nLike a Lambo\nLike a lambo\nEverbody banging harder than a lambo\nEverybody works hard like a lambo\nShe remind me of a murcielago\n\nLike a Lamborghini, shawty very pricey\nShe could be yo wifey, even shawty might be\nBut I think she like me, least I think she like G's\nAll the G's on her bed, how she couldnt like me?\nYo man wanna bite me\n\nBut he should, now you runnin like a lamborghini\nShawty fine as a CJada beuta this week\nShe's as top notch as hell, but she's a stone cold freak\nDowntown to South Beach, Buy 4 or 5 drinks\nJumped in a lotto doors up you dont say\nGucci Mane Selassi we extra icey\nBut I owe it to Atlanta, pussy nigga don't say\nIm'a play like weigh\nEveryday my playdate\nEvery day my payday\nI hear the Lamboghini\n\n[Chorus:]\nLike a lambo\nLike a lambo\nGet low to the earth like a lambo\nBaby stick yo hands up like a lambo\n\nGo slow, go fast like a lambo(She looks)\nLike a Lambo\nLike a Lambo\nEverbody banging harder than a lambo\nEverybody works hard like a lambo\nShe remind me of a Murcielago\n\nEy so she know she gooood(waking)\nUp in da hood\nShe got dat goods (ey go girl)\n\nEy you can ask mister Gucci, excuse mister Icey\nBaby girl young had sex wanted be yo wifey\nDress real pricey\nYo head gettin nice B\nPlus she said she got a girl who will like me\n\nCars racing in background","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Lost\n  artist: Gucci Mane feat. 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a lambo\n  Like a lambo\n  Get low to the earth like a lambo\n  Baby stick yo hands up like a lambo\n  Go slow, go fast like a lambo(She looks)\n  Like a Lambo\n  Like a lambo\n  Everbody banging harder than a lambo\n  Everybody works hard like a lambo\n  She remind me of a murcielago\n\n  Like a Lamborghini, shawty very pricey\n  She could be yo wifey, even shawty might be\n  But I think she like me, least I think she like G's\n  All the G's on her bed, how she couldnt like me?\n  Yo man wanna bite me\n\n  But he should, now you runnin like a lamborghini\n  Shawty fine as a CJada beuta this week\n  She's as top notch as hell, but she's a stone cold freak\n  Downtown to South Beach, Buy 4 or 5 drinks\n  Jumped in a lotto doors up you dont say\n  Gucci Mane Selassi we extra icey\n  But I owe it to Atlanta, pussy nigga don't say\n  Im'a play like weigh\n  Everyday my playdate\n  Every day my payday\n  I hear the Lamboghini\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Like a lambo\n  Like a lambo\n  Get low to the earth like a lambo\n  Baby stick yo hands up like a lambo\n\n  Go slow, go fast like a lambo(She looks)\n  Like a Lambo\n  Like a Lambo\n  Everbody banging harder than a lambo\n  Everybody works hard like a lambo\n  She remind me of a Murcielago\n\n  Ey so she know she gooood(waking)\n  Up in da hood\n  She got dat goods (ey go girl)\n\n  Ey you can ask mister Gucci, excuse mister Icey\n  Baby girl young had sex wanted be yo wifey\n  Dress real pricey\n  Yo head gettin nice B\n  Plus she said she got a girl who will like me\n\n  Cars racing in background\n"},{"id":37935996,"name":"17 - Get Lost Ft Birdman (Prod By Detail)","trackName":"17 - Get Lost Ft Birdman (Prod By Detail)","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Im Up","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh\nIt's Gucci\nSittin' on top of the moon, boy\nHot up here\nCatch up\nBright lights steamin', nigga\nBird\nBig money poppin', boy\n\nI told my top to get lost\n'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\nI told the bitch to get lost (Go)\nI think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\nI hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\nI hit the thrax and get lost\nI'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\nIf you don't like it, get lost\n\nMe and my top beefin' (It's Gucci)\nHuh, so I don't really wanna see him\n\nHuh, they call me Gucci Mane La Flare, nigga\nHuh, and all the kids wanna be him\nHuh, I told that girl to get lost\n\n'Cause I don't even like to argue (No)\nAll this money that I'm makin'\n\nThey think I'm playin' for the Chargers (Wow)\nMy jewelry game is retarded (Bird)\nMy car game is exotic (Yoom)\nThe inside my Maserati (Damn)\nGuzzo like Hen' and Hpnotiq (Yah)\nI'm runnin' from the paparazzi (Go)\nBut I'm in a Lamborghini (Catch up)\nThey call me Gucci Debiase (Huh)\nI think I'm fuckin' Liberace (Bird)\n\nI told my top to get lost\n'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\nI told the bitch to get lost (Go)\nI think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\nI hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\nI hit the thrax and get lost\nI'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\nIf you don't like it, get lost\n\nSmokin' kush with my boys\nI'm a walkin' weed charge (Huh)\nThey say I fuck up my lungs\nI say it's black, it's my choice\nSellin' dope with my squad (Huh)\nOld schools in my yard (True)\nI got a Chevy so clean (Damn)\nAnd my Cutlass so hard (Wow)\nThey say it's gettin' real hot\nSo I took off with my top\n\nI got the number one spot\nI'm comin' down my block\n\nI told my top to get lost (It's Gucci)\n'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\nI told the bitch to get lost (Go)\nI think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\nI hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\nI hit the thrax and get lost\nI'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\nIf you don't like it, get lost\n\nYeah (It's Gucci)\nBack from the old school in my new school\nTop missin', nigga, with my new tool\nSame ways with my new jewels\nGettin' money on these young fools\nYou pay for perfect when you big time\nYou pay for perfect when your son shine\nHarley-Davidson, eleven hundred\nNigga know we got them army guns\n\nBig money when we pop it, nigga\nOverseas when I'm shoppin', nigga\nHella choppers when we choppin', nigga\nGettin' money by the mountain, nigga\nUptown with the swag, nigga\nThree hundred on the dash, nigga\nOut the pound, full of cash, nigga\nNigga first, not last, nigga\n\nI told my top to get lost\n'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\nI told the bitch to get lost (Go)\nI think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\nI hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\nI hit the thrax and get lost\nI'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\nIf you don't like it, get lost\n\nYeah, I'm out in the field, nigga\nHow you live, nigga\nYou know what I'm sayin', nigga\nKeep that thang\nNow that you gettin' this kind of money\nYou need a few thangs on the side, nigga\nFully loaded, we live all the time, boy\nCouple of fingers on the trigger, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.09] Yeah, uh\n[00:07.82] It's Gucci\n[00:10.74] Sittin' on top of the moon, boy\n[00:14.58] Hot up here\n[00:15.55] Catch up\n[00:17.13] Bright lights steamin', nigga\n[00:19.03] Bird\n[00:19.09] Big money poppin', boy\n[00:23.75] I told my top to get lost\n[00:26.55] 'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\n[00:29.67] I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n[00:32.62] I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n[00:35.62] I hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\n[00:38.71] I hit the thrax and get lost\n[00:41.64] I'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\n[00:44.66] If you don't like it, get lost\n[00:47.92] Me and my top beefin' (It's Gucci)\n[00:50.02] Huh, so I don't really wanna see him\n[00:53.03] Huh, they call me Gucci Mane La Flare, nigga\n[00:55.91] Huh, and all the kids wanna be him\n[00:58.97] Huh, I told that girl to get lost\n[01:02.42] 'Cause I don't even like to argue (No)\n[01:05.73] All this money that I'm makin'\n[01:08.43] They think I'm playin' for the Chargers (Wow)\n[01:11.49] My jewelry game is retarded (Bird)\n[01:14.45] My car game is exotic (Yoom)\n[01:17.50] The inside my Maserati (Damn)\n[01:20.54] Guzzo like Hen' and Hpnotiq (Yah)\n[01:23.59] I'm runnin' from the paparazzi (Go)\n[01:26.67] But I'm in a Lamborghini (Catch up)\n[01:29.48] They call me Gucci Debiase (Huh)\n[01:32.48] I think I'm fuckin' Liberace (Bird)\n[01:35.40] I told my top to get lost\n[01:38.33] 'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\n[01:41.47] I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n[01:44.46] I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n[01:47.46] I hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\n[01:50.41] I hit the thrax and get lost\n[01:53.44] I'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\n[01:56.42] If you don't like it, get lost\n[01:59.57] Smokin' kush with my boys\n[02:02.51] I'm a walkin' weed charge (Huh)\n[02:05.35] They say I fuck up my lungs\n[02:08.48] I say it's black, it's my choice\n[02:11.53] Sellin' dope with my squad (Huh)\n[02:14.59] Old schools in my yard (True)\n[02:17.45] I got a Chevy so clean (Damn)\n[02:20.56] And my Cutlass so hard (Wow)\n[02:23.21] They say it's gettin' real hot\n[02:26.28] So I took off with my top\n[02:29.37] I got the number one spot\n[02:32.29] I'm comin' down my block\n[02:35.31] I told my top to get lost (It's Gucci)\n[02:38.20] 'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\n[02:41.22] I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n[02:44.39] I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n[02:47.26] I hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\n[02:50.22] I hit the thrax and get lost\n[02:53.23] I'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\n[02:56.25] If you don't like it, get lost\n[02:58.70] Yeah (It's Gucci)\n[03:00.51] Back from the old school in my new school\n[03:04.34] Top missin', nigga, with my new tool\n[03:07.60] Same ways with my new jewels\n[03:10.64] Gettin' money on these young fools\n[03:13.42] You pay for perfect when you big time\n[03:16.37] You pay for perfect when your son shine\n[03:19.51] Harley-Davidson, eleven hundred\n[03:22.53] Nigga know we got them army guns\n[03:25.62] Big money when we pop it, nigga\n[03:28.63] Overseas when I'm shoppin', nigga\n[03:31.51] Hella choppers when we choppin', nigga\n[03:34.54] Gettin' money by the mountain, nigga\n[03:37.68] Uptown with the swag, nigga\n[03:40.60] Three hundred on the dash, nigga\n[03:43.58] Out the pound, full of cash, nigga\n[03:46.48] Nigga first, not last, nigga\n[03:47.05] I told my top to get lost\n[03:49.94] 'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\n[03:53.09] I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n[03:56.04] I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n[03:59.11] I hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\n[03:59.79] I hit the thrax and get lost\n[03:59.85] I'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\n[03:59.85] If you don't like it, get lost\n[04:02.22] Yeah, I'm out in the field, nigga\n[04:05.04] How you live, nigga\n[04:11.38] You know what I'm sayin', nigga\n[04:12.84] Keep that thang\n[04:15.28] Now that you gettin' this kind of money\n[04:16.64] You need a few thangs on the side, nigga\n[04:19.35] Fully loaded, we live all the time, boy\n[04:22.49] Couple of fingers on the trigger, yeah\n[04:31.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 17 - Get Lost Ft Birdman (Prod By Detail)\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: Im Up\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, uh\n  start_ms: 6090\n  end_ms: 7820\n- text: It's Gucci\n  start_ms: 7820\n  end_ms: 10740\n- text: Sittin' on top of the moon, boy\n  start_ms: 10740\n  end_ms: 14580\n- text: Hot up here\n  start_ms: 14580\n  end_ms: 15550\n- text: Catch up\n  start_ms: 15550\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Bright lights steamin', nigga\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19030\n- text: Bird\n  start_ms: 19030\n  end_ms: 19090\n- text: Big money poppin', boy\n  start_ms: 19090\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: I told my top to get lost\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 26550\n- text: '''Cause I don''t really like ceilings (No)'\n  start_ms: 26550\n  end_ms: 29670\n- text: I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n  start_ms: 29670\n  end_ms: 32620\n- text: I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n  start_ms: 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top beefin' (It's Gucci)\n  Huh, so I don't really wanna see him\n\n  Huh, they call me Gucci Mane La Flare, nigga\n  Huh, and all the kids wanna be him\n  Huh, I told that girl to get lost\n\n  'Cause I don't even like to argue (No)\n  All this money that I'm makin'\n\n  They think I'm playin' for the Chargers (Wow)\n  My jewelry game is retarded (Bird)\n  My car game is exotic (Yoom)\n  The inside my Maserati (Damn)\n  Guzzo like Hen' and Hpnotiq (Yah)\n  I'm runnin' from the paparazzi (Go)\n  But I'm in a Lamborghini (Catch up)\n  They call me Gucci Debiase (Huh)\n  I think I'm fuckin' Liberace (Bird)\n\n  I told my top to get lost\n  'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\n  I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n  I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n  I hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\n  I hit the thrax and get lost\n  I'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\n  If you don't like it, get lost\n\n  Smokin' kush with my boys\n  I'm a walkin' weed charge (Huh)\n  They say I fuck up my lungs\n  I say it's black, it's my choice\n  Sellin' dope with my squad (Huh)\n  Old schools in my yard (True)\n  I got a Chevy so clean (Damn)\n  And my Cutlass so hard (Wow)\n  They say it's gettin' real hot\n  So I took off with my top\n\n  I got the number one spot\n  I'm comin' down my block\n\n  I told my top to get lost (It's Gucci)\n  'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\n  I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n  I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n  I hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\n  I hit the thrax and get lost\n  I'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\n  If you don't like it, get lost\n\n  Yeah (It's Gucci)\n  Back from the old school in my new school\n  Top missin', nigga, with my new tool\n  Same ways with my new jewels\n  Gettin' money on these young fools\n  You pay for perfect when you big time\n  You pay for perfect when your son shine\n  Harley-Davidson, eleven hundred\n  Nigga know we got them army guns\n\n  Big money when we pop it, nigga\n  Overseas when I'm shoppin', nigga\n  Hella choppers when we choppin', nigga\n  Gettin' money by the mountain, nigga\n  Uptown with the swag, nigga\n  Three hundred on the dash, nigga\n  Out the pound, full of cash, nigga\n  Nigga first, not last, nigga\n\n  I told my top to get lost\n  'Cause I don't really like ceilings (No)\n  I told the bitch to get lost (Go)\n  I think I hurt the girl feelings (So)\n  I hit the gas and get lost (Yoom)\n  I hit the thrax and get lost\n  I'm in a new Rolls Royce (Damn)\n  If you don't like it, get lost\n\n  Yeah, I'm out in the field, nigga\n  How you live, nigga\n  You know what I'm sayin', nigga\n  Keep that thang\n  Now that you gettin' this kind of money\n  You need a few thangs on the side, nigga\n  Fully loaded, we live all the time, boy\n  Couple of fingers on the trigger, yeah\n"}]