[{"id":30738832,"name":"Get The Doe (Feat. Rocko)","trackName":"Get The Doe (Feat. Rocko)","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Gucci Mane - Trap God 2","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Featuring: Rocko]\n\n[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\nIt's iced out shawty\nYour bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\nGucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\nGot a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\nI'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\nI took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\nWe check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\nAnd my name ring bells, different countries and counties\nThey had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\nI blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\nA nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n[Hook: Gucci Mane]\n200 cash, that's on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nBitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n200 cash, layin' on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nKiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\nI'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\nI'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\nI'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\nI'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\nThis here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\nIf niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\nI'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\nI'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\nI'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\nRide through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\nThese niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\nAnd since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Verse 3: Rocko]\nSoon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\nBall like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\nReal street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\nF'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\nAll the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\nSat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\nPoor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\nOn the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\nBorn champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\nBeen alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\nI'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\nBrothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get The Doe (Feat. Rocko)\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: Gucci Mane - Trap God 2\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Featuring: Rocko]\n\n  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\n  It's iced out shawty\n  Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\n  Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\n  Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\n  I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\n  I took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\n  We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\n  And my name ring bells, different countries and counties\n  They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\n  I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n  6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\n  A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n  [Hook: Gucci Mane]\n  200 cash, that's on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n  200 cash, layin' on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\n  I'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\n  I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\n  I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\n  I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\n  This here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\n  If niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\n  I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\n  I'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\n  I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\n  Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\n  These niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\n  And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Verse 3: Rocko]\n  Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\n  Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\n  Real street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\n  F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\n  All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\n  Sat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\n  Poor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\n  On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\n  Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\n  Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\n  I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\n  Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n  [Hook]\n"},{"id":11061731,"name":"Get the Doe","trackName":"Get the Doe","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Trap God 2","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Featuring: Rocko]\n\n[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\nIt's iced out shawty\nYour bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\nGucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\nGot a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\nI'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\nI took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\nWe check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\nAnd my name ring bells, different countries and counties\nThey had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\nI blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\nA nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n[Hook: Gucci Mane]\n200 cash, that's on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nBitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n200 cash, layin' on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nKiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\nI'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\nI'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\nI'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\nI'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\nThis here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\nIf niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\nI'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\nI'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\nI'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\nRide through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\nThese niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\nAnd since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Verse 3: Rocko]\nSoon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\nBall like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\nReal street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\nF'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\nAll the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\nSat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\nPoor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\nOn the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\nBorn champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\nBeen alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\nI'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\nBrothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get the Doe\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: Trap God 2\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Featuring: Rocko]\n\n  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\n  It's iced out shawty\n  Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\n  Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\n  Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\n  I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\n  I took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\n  We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\n  And my name ring bells, different countries and counties\n  They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\n  I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n  6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\n  A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n  [Hook: Gucci Mane]\n  200 cash, that's on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n  200 cash, layin' on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\n  I'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\n  I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\n  I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\n  I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\n  This here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\n  If niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\n  I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\n  I'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\n  I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\n  Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\n  These niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\n  And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Verse 3: Rocko]\n  Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\n  Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\n  Real street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\n  F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\n  All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\n  Sat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\n  Poor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\n  On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\n  Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\n  Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\n  I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\n  Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n  [Hook]\n"},{"id":10125228,"name":"Get the Doe","trackName":"Get the Doe","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"House of Trap God","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Featuring: Rocko]\n\n[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\nIt's iced out shawty\nYour bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\nGucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\nGot a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\nI'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\nI took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\nWe check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\nAnd my name ring bells, different countries and counties\nThey had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\nI blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\nA nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n[Hook: Gucci Mane]\n200 cash, that's on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nBitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n200 cash, layin' on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nKiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\nI'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\nI'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\nI'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\nI'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\nThis here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\nIf niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\nI'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\nI'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\nI'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\nRide through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\nThese niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\nAnd since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Verse 3: Rocko]\nSoon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\nBall like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\nReal street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\nF'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\nAll the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\nSat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\nPoor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\nOn the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\nBorn champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\nBeen alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\nI'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\nBrothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get the Doe\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: House of Trap God\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Featuring: Rocko]\n\n  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\n  It's iced out shawty\n  Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\n  Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\n  Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\n  I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\n  I took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\n  We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\n  And my name ring bells, different countries and counties\n  They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\n  I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n  6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\n  A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n  [Hook: Gucci Mane]\n  200 cash, that's on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n  200 cash, layin' on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\n  I'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\n  I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\n  I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\n  I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\n  This here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\n  If niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\n  I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\n  I'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\n  I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\n  Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\n  These niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\n  And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Verse 3: Rocko]\n  Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\n  Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\n  Real street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\n  F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\n  All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\n  Sat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\n  Poor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\n  On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\n  Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\n  Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\n  I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\n  Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n  [Hook]\n"},{"id":37083989,"name":"Get the Doe","trackName":"Get the Doe","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Trap God 2","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Featuring: Rocko]\n\n[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\nIt's iced out shawty\nYour bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\nGucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\nGot a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\nI'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\nI took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\nWe check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\nAnd my name ring bells, different countries and counties\nThey had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\nI blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\nA nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n[Hook: Gucci Mane]\n200 cash, that's on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nBitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n200 cash, layin' on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nKiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\nI'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\nI'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\nI'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\nI'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\nThis here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\nIf niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\nI'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\nI'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\nI'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\nRide through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\nThese niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\nAnd since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Verse 3: Rocko]\nSoon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\nBall like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\nReal street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\nF'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\nAll the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\nSat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\nPoor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\nOn the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\nBorn champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\nBeen alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\nI'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\nBrothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get the Doe\n  artist: Gucci Mane\n  album: Trap God 2\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Featuring: Rocko]\n\n  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\n  It's iced out shawty\n  Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\n  Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\n  Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\n  I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\n  I took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\n  We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\n  And my name ring bells, different countries and counties\n  They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\n  I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n  6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\n  A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n  [Hook: Gucci Mane]\n  200 cash, that's on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n  200 cash, layin' on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\n  I'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\n  I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\n  I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\n  I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\n  This here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\n  If niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\n  I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\n  I'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\n  I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\n  Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\n  These niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\n  And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Verse 3: Rocko]\n  Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\n  Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\n  Real street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\n  F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\n  All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\n  Sat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\n  Poor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\n  On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\n  Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\n  Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\n  I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\n  Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n  [Hook]\n"},{"id":433584,"name":"Get the Doe (Feat. 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Gucci Mane]\nIt's iced out shawty\nYour bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\nGucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\nGot a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\nI'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\nI took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\nWe check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\nAnd my name ring bells, different countries and counties\nThey had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\nI blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\nA nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n[Hook: Gucci Mane]\n200 cash, that's on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nBitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n200 cash, layin' on the floor\nI got 100 bands going out the door\nKiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\nI'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\nI'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the 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Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\nAll the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\nSat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\nPoor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\nOn the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\nBorn champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\nBeen alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\nI'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\nBrothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: get the doe (feat. rocko)\n  artist: gucci mane\n  album: trap god 2\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Featuring: Rocko]\n\n  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\n  It's iced out shawty\n  Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\n  Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\n  Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\n  I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\n  I took a 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Rocko)\n  artist: Gucci Mane;Rocko\n  album: Trap God 2\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Featuring: Rocko]\n\n  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\n  It's iced out shawty\n  Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\n  Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\n  Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\n  I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\n  I took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\n  We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\n  And my name ring bells, different countries and counties\n  They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\n  I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n  6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\n  A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n  [Hook: Gucci Mane]\n  200 cash, that's on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n  200 cash, layin' on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\n  I'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\n  I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\n  I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\n  I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\n  This here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\n  If niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\n  I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\n  I'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\n  I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\n  Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\n  These niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\n  And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Verse 3: Rocko]\n  Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\n  Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\n  Real street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\n  F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\n  All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\n  Sat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\n  Poor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\n  On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\n  Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\n  Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\n  I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\n  Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n  [Hook]\n"},{"id":433583,"name":"Get the Doe (feat. 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Rocko)\n  artist: Gucci Mane feat. Rocko\n  album: Trap God 2\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Featuring: Rocko]\n\n  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\n  It's iced out shawty\n  Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it\n  Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded\n  Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140\n  I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me\n  I took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it\n  We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest\n  And my name ring bells, different countries and counties\n  They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it\n  I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded\n  6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted\n  A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded\n\n  [Hook: Gucci Mane]\n  200 cash, that's on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe\n  200 cash, layin' on the floor\n  I got 100 bands going out the door\n  Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes\n  I'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe\n\n  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]\n  I'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe\n  I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl\n  I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode\n  I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul\n  This here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold\n  If niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes\n  I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes\n  I'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control\n  I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole\n  Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe\n  These niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow\n  And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Verse 3: Rocko]\n  Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit\n  Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin'\n  Real street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya\n  F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya\n  All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it\n  Sat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here\n  Poor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear\n  On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear\n  Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields\n  Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year\n  I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother\n  Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter\n\n  [Hook]\n"}]