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Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\nSo if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\nUh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\nRun trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\nUh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\nGucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\nUh, iced out like Babe an' them\nI can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\nUh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\nI make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\nUh, and my watch is on another level\nClusters of diamonds and they brush together\nUh, why you talk so much shit?\nUh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nOkay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\nBust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\nGucci Mane got the lone ticket\nRun stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\nShawty say he short a couple stacks\nThe diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\nYo' money short like Spud Webb\nBend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\nMy money tall like Dikembe\nGucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\nMore dope than CVS\nStill makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\nAll my shows better be whippin' up\nJ's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\nAnd me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\nYellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nGucci got a plug, for the square face\nGot them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\nGot the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\nWe got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\nGucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\nGot some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\nGet some cool water, it's too damn hot\nAll I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\nHustle harder, be smarter\nWe gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n36 O's, for the 17\nFive for the drive, 17-5","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n[00:05.95] Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n[00:09.30] Let's get it (Let's get it)\n[00:13.63] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[00:16.29] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[00:20.22] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[00:23.77] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[00:26.96] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:30.17] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:33.42] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:36.65] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:40.03] Uh! I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n[00:43.52] Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n[00:46.74] Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\n[00:50.41] So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\n[00:54.10] Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\n[00:57.41] Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\n[01:00.72] Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\n[01:03.94] Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\n[01:07.89] Uh, iced out like Babe an' them\n[01:10.68] I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\n[01:13.87] Uh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\n[01:17.15] I make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\n[01:20.71] Uh, and my watch is on another level\n[01:23.73] Clusters of diamonds and they brush together\n[01:27.04] Uh, why you talk so much shit?\n[01:30.36] Uh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n[01:33.79] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[01:35.78] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[01:39.50] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[01:42.79] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[01:46.36] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:49.64] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:53.10] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:56.19] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:59.74] Okay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\n[02:03.10] Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\n[02:06.36] Gucci Mane got the lone ticket\n[02:08.29] Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\n[02:12.78] Shawty say he short a couple stacks\n[02:15.40] The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\n[02:19.25] Yo' money short like Spud Webb\n[02:22.01] Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\n[02:26.01] My money tall like Dikembe\n[02:28.69] Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\n[02:32.72] More dope than CVS\n[02:35.12] Still makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\n[02:39.30] All my shows better be whippin' up\n[02:42.03] J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\n[02:45.96] And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\n[02:48.40] Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n[02:52.72] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[02:55.43] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[02:59.45] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[03:02.13] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[03:05.96] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:09.01] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:12.40] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:15.56] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:19.29] Gucci got a plug, for the square face\n[03:23.09] Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\n[03:26.36] Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\n[03:29.55] We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\n[03:32.74] Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\n[03:35.94] Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\n[03:39.64] Get some cool water, it's too damn hot\n[03:42.79] All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\n[03:46.14] Hustle harder, be smarter\n[03:49.41] We gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n[03:52.88] 36 O's, for the 17\n[03:56.13] Five for the drive, 17-5\n[03:59.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pyrex Pot\n artist: Gucci Mane\n album: Trap House\n duration_ms: 295000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n start_ms: 2590\n end_ms: 5950\n- text: Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n start_ms: 5950\n end_ms: 9300\n- text: Let's get it (Let's get it)\n start_ms: 9300\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n start_ms: 13630\n end_ms: 16290\n- text: Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n start_ms: 16290\n end_ms: 20220\n- text: Two pounds of the light green mid\n start_ms: 20220\n end_ms: 23770\n- text: Junkie never seen a nick so big\n start_ms: 23770\n end_ms: 26960\n- text: I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 26960\n end_ms: 30170\n- text: Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 30170\n end_ms: 33420\n- text: Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 33420\n end_ms: 36650\n- text: Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 36650\n end_ms: 40030\n- text: Uh! 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(Gucci Mane)\n Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n Let's get it (Let's get it)\n\n Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n Two pounds of the light green mid\n Junkie never seen a nick so big\n\n I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\n Uh! I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\n So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\n Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\n Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\n Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\n Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\n Uh, iced out like Babe an' them\n I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\n Uh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\n I make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\n Uh, and my watch is on another level\n Clusters of diamonds and they brush together\n Uh, why you talk so much shit?\n Uh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\n Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n Two pounds of the light green mid\n Junkie never seen a nick so big\n\n I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\n Okay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\n Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\n Gucci Mane got the lone ticket\n Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\n Shawty say he short a couple stacks\n The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\n Yo' money short like Spud Webb\n Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\n My money tall like Dikembe\n Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\n More dope than CVS\n Still makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\n All my shows better be whippin' up\n J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\n And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\n Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\n Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n Two pounds of the light green mid\n Junkie never seen a nick so big\n\n I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\n Gucci got a plug, for the square face\n Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\n Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\n We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\n Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\n Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\n Get some cool water, it's too damn hot\n All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\n Hustle harder, be smarter\n We gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n 36 O's, for the 17\n Five for the drive, 17-5\n"},{"id":6676006,"name":"Pyrex Pot","trackName":"Pyrex Pot","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Hood Classics","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\nBig Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\nLet's get it (Let's get it)\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nUh! I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\nGucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\nUh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\nSo if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\nUh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\nRun trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\nUh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\nGucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\nUh, iced out like Babe an' them\nI can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\nUh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\nI make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\nUh, and my watch is on another level\nClusters of diamonds and they brush together\nUh, why you talk so much shit?\nUh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nOkay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\nBust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\nGucci Mane got the lone ticket\nRun stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\nShawty say he short a couple stacks\nThe diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\nYo' money short like Spud Webb\nBend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\nMy money tall like Dikembe\nGucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\nMore dope than CVS\nStill makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\nAll my shows better be whippin' up\nJ's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\nAnd me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\nYellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nGucci got a plug, for the square face\nGot them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\nGot the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\nWe got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\nGucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\nGot some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\nGet some cool water, it's too damn hot\nAll I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\nHustle harder, be smarter\nWe gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n36 O's, for the 17\nFive for the drive, 17-5","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n[00:05.95] Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n[00:09.30] Let's get it (Let's get it)\n[00:13.63] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[00:16.29] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[00:20.22] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[00:23.77] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[00:26.96] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:30.17] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:33.42] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:36.65] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:40.03] Uh! I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n[00:43.52] Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n[00:46.74] Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\nGucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\nUh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\nSo if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\nUh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\nRun trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\nUh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\nGucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\nUh, iced out like Babe an' them\nI can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\nUh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\nI make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\nUh, and my watch is on another level\nClusters of diamonds and they brush together\nUh, why you talk so much shit?\nUh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nOkay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\nBust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\nGucci Mane got the lone ticket\nRun stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\nShawty say he short a couple stacks\nThe diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\nYo' money short like Spud Webb\nBend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\nMy money tall like Dikembe\nGucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\nMore dope than CVS\nStill makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\nAll my shows better be whippin' up\nJ's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\nAnd me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\nYellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nGucci got a plug, for the square face\nGot them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\nGot the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\nWe got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\nGucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\nGot some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\nGet some cool water, it's too damn hot\nAll I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\nHustle harder, be smarter\nWe gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n36 O's, for the 17\nFive for the drive, 17-5","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n[00:05.95] Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n[00:09.30] Let's get it (Let's get it)\n[00:13.63] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[00:16.29] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[00:20.22] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[00:23.77] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[00:26.96] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:30.17] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:33.42] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:36.65] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:40.03] Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\n So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\n Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\n Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\n Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\n Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\n Uh, iced out like Babe an' them\n I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\n Uh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\n I make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\n Uh, and my watch is on another level\n Clusters of diamonds and they brush together\n Uh, why you talk so much shit?\n Uh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\n Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n Two pounds of the light green mid\n Junkie never seen a nick so big\n\n I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\n Okay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\n Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\n Gucci Mane got the lone ticket\n Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\n Shawty say he short a couple stacks\n The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\n Yo' money short like Spud Webb\n Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\n My money tall like Dikembe\n Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\n More dope than CVS\n Still makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\n All my shows better be whippin' up\n J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\n And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\n Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\n Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n Two pounds of the light green mid\n Junkie never seen a nick so big\n\n I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\n Gucci got a plug, for the square face\n Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\n Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\n We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\n Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\n Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\n Get some cool water, it's too damn hot\n All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\n Hustle harder, be smarter\n We gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n 36 O's, for the 17\n Five for the drive, 17-5\n"},{"id":15177195,"name":"Pyrex Pot","trackName":"Pyrex Pot","artistName":"Gucci Mane","albumName":"Trap House (Explicit)","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\nBig Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\nLet's get it (Let's get it)\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nUh! I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\nGucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\nUh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\nSo if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\nUh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\nRun trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\nUh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\nGucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\nUh, iced out like Babe an' them\nI can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\nUh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\nI make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\nUh, and my watch is on another level\nClusters of diamonds and they brush together\nUh, why you talk so much shit?\nUh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nOkay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\nBust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\nGucci Mane got the lone ticket\nRun stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\nShawty say he short a couple stacks\nThe diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\nYo' money short like Spud Webb\nBend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\nMy money tall like Dikembe\nGucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\nMore dope than CVS\nStill makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\nAll my shows better be whippin' up\nJ's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\nAnd me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\nYellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nGucci got a plug, for the square face\nGot them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\nGot the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\nWe got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\nGucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\nGot some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\nGet some cool water, it's too damn hot\nAll I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\nHustle harder, be smarter\nWe gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n36 O's, for the 17\nFive for the drive, 17-5","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.51] Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n[00:05.93] Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n[00:09.23] Let's get it (Let's get it)\n[00:13.64] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[00:16.25] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[00:20.22] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[00:23.77] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[00:26.99] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:30.17] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:33.49] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:36.67] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:40.05] Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\nGucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\nUh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\nSo if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\nUh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\nRun trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\nUh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\nGucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\nUh, iced out like Babe an' them\nI can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\nUh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\nI make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\nUh, and my watch is on another level\nClusters of diamonds and they brush together\nUh, why you talk so much shit?\nUh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nOkay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\nBust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\nGucci Mane got the lone ticket\nRun stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\nShawty say he short a couple stacks\nThe diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\nYo' money short like Spud Webb\nBend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\nMy money tall like Dikembe\nGucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\nMore dope than CVS\nStill makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\nAll my shows better be whippin' up\nJ's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\nAnd me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\nYellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nGucci got a plug, for the square face\nGot them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\nGot the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\nWe got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\nGucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\nGot some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\nGet some cool water, it's too damn hot\nAll I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\nHustle harder, be smarter\nWe gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n36 O's, for the 17\nFive for the drive, 17-5","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n[00:05.95] Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n[00:09.30] Let's get it (Let's get it)\n[00:13.63] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[00:16.29] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[00:20.22] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[00:23.77] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[00:26.96] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:30.17] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:33.42] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:36.65] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:40.03] Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\nGucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\nUh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\nSo if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\nUh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\nRun trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\nUh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\nGucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\nUh, iced out like Babe an' them\nI can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\nUh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\nI make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\nUh, and my watch is on another level\nClusters of diamonds and they brush together\nUh, why you talk so much shit?\nUh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nOkay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\nBust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\nGucci Mane got the lone ticket\nRun stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\nShawty say he short a couple stacks\nThe diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\nYo' money short like Spud Webb\nBend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\nMy money tall like Dikembe\nGucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\nMore dope than CVS\nStill makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\nAll my shows better be whippin' up\nJ's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\nAnd me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\nYellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\nHalf a brick in a Pyrex pot\nTryin' to make me a dope boy knot\nTwo pounds of the light green mid\nJunkie never seen a nick so big\n\nI gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\nGots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\nGucci got a plug, for the square face\nGot them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\nGot the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\nWe got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\nGucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\nGot some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\nGet some cool water, it's too damn hot\nAll I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\nHustle harder, be smarter\nWe gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n36 O's, for the 17\nFive for the drive, 17-5","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.59] Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n[00:05.95] Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n[00:09.30] Let's get it (Let's get it)\n[00:13.63] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[00:16.29] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[00:20.22] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[00:23.77] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[00:26.96] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:30.17] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:33.42] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:36.65] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[00:40.03] Uh! I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n[00:43.52] Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n[00:46.74] Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\n[00:50.41] So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\n[00:54.10] Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\n[00:57.41] Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\n[01:00.72] Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\n[01:03.94] Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\n[01:07.89] Uh, iced out like Babe an' them\n[01:10.68] I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\n[01:13.87] Uh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\n[01:17.15] I make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\n[01:20.71] Uh, and my watch is on another level\n[01:23.73] Clusters of diamonds and they brush together\n[01:27.04] Uh, why you talk so much shit?\n[01:30.36] Uh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n[01:33.79] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[01:35.78] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[01:39.50] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[01:42.79] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[01:46.36] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:49.64] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:53.10] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:56.19] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[01:59.74] Okay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\n[02:03.10] Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\n[02:06.36] Gucci Mane got the lone ticket\n[02:08.29] Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\n[02:12.78] Shawty say he short a couple stacks\n[02:15.40] The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\n[02:19.25] Yo' money short like Spud Webb\n[02:22.01] Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\n[02:26.01] My money tall like Dikembe\n[02:28.69] Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\n[02:32.72] More dope than CVS\n[02:35.12] Still makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\n[02:39.30] All my shows better be whippin' up\n[02:42.03] J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\n[02:45.96] And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\n[02:48.40] Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n[02:52.72] Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n[02:55.43] Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n[02:59.45] Two pounds of the light green mid\n[03:02.13] Junkie never seen a nick so big\n[03:05.96] I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:09.01] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:12.40] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:15.56] Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n[03:19.29] Gucci got a plug, for the square face\n[03:23.09] Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\n[03:26.36] Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\n[03:29.55] We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\n[03:32.74] Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\n[03:35.94] Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\n[03:39.64] Get some cool water, it's too damn hot\n[03:42.79] All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\n[03:46.14] Hustle harder, be smarter\n[03:49.41] We gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n[03:52.88] 36 O's, for the 17\n[03:56.13] Five for the drive, 17-5\n[03:59.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pyrex Pot\n artist: Gucci Mane\n album: Trap House (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 295000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)\n start_ms: 2590\n end_ms: 5950\n- text: Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)\n start_ms: 5950\n end_ms: 9300\n- text: Let's get it (Let's get it)\n start_ms: 9300\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n start_ms: 13630\n end_ms: 16290\n- text: Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n start_ms: 16290\n end_ms: 20220\n- text: Two pounds of the light green mid\n start_ms: 20220\n end_ms: 23770\n- text: Junkie never seen a nick so big\n start_ms: 23770\n end_ms: 26960\n- text: I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 26960\n end_ms: 30170\n- text: Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 30170\n end_ms: 33420\n- text: Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 33420\n end_ms: 36650\n- text: Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n start_ms: 36650\n end_ms: 40030\n- text: Uh! 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I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon\n Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don\n Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag\n So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass\n Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter\n Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle\n Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey\n Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century\n Uh, iced out like Babe an' them\n I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them\n Uh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella\n I make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella\n Uh, and my watch is on another level\n Clusters of diamonds and they brush together\n Uh, why you talk so much shit?\n Uh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich\n\n Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n Two pounds of the light green mid\n Junkie never seen a nick so big\n\n I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\n Okay somethin' white like Michael Jackson\n Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'\n Gucci Mane got the lone ticket\n Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh\n Shawty say he short a couple stacks\n The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh\n Yo' money short like Spud Webb\n Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh\n My money tall like Dikembe\n Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh\n More dope than CVS\n Still makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh\n All my shows better be whippin' up\n J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh\n And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee\n Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh\n\n Half a brick in a Pyrex pot\n Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot\n Two pounds of the light green mid\n Junkie never seen a nick so big\n\n I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up\n\n Gucci got a plug, for the square face\n Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs\n Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens\n We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne\n Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot\n Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot\n Get some cool water, it's too damn hot\n All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot\n Hustle harder, be smarter\n We gon' eat when I bring it out the water\n 36 O's, for the 17\n Five for the drive, 17-5\n"}]