[{"id":37067164,"name":"Be Like Me","trackName":"Be Like Me","artistName":"Gunplay","albumName":"Be Like Me","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\nAs I step on the corner, they wanna be like me\nWatch how I move, I got degrees on my feet\nShoes on the whip, got the tints on the car\nGot the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star\nChopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\nChopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\nOnce a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it\nSnakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it\nProblems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\nSpend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\nGunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\nMichael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nI'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\nTeflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nSo who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay\nA player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\nComin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\nI ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\nYou know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\nLock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\nGot a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\nKeep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\nWho wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie\nCause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it\nLeave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer\nMiddle of that dice game, tryna roll his number\nYou talking crazy but me and you know\nI take it down like I been here before\nI go OD like someone tripled the dose\nScreechin on me, loaded clip with some dope\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nWhen I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt\nThey know what money look like and what a real nigga worth\nGettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st\nI whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst\nI be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it\nHoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign\nYou don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don\nLogan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long\nThey don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure\nSix pistols sittin' by my brick compressor\nDirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)\nKnockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)\nNiggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers\nKnockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka\nI be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots\nI jump up out the drop like coke out the pot\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nI'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\nTeflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\nBut they think it's my soul\nBut they think it's my soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold\n[00:08.58] All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n[00:10.89] As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n[00:14.00] Watch how I move, I got degrees on my feet\n[00:17.13] Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car\n[00:20.06] Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star\n[00:22.96] Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\n[00:26.09] Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\n[00:28.82] Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it\n[00:31.78] Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it\n[00:34.68] Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\n[00:37.56] Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\n[00:40.63] Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\n[00:43.23] Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n[00:46.14] Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n[00:50.87] Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n[00:51.95] I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n[00:55.09] Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n[00:57.78] Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n[01:00.53] Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n[01:03.16] Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n[01:06.00] I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n[01:09.17] I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n[01:12.09] Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n[01:14.81] Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n[01:17.57] All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n[01:20.60] So who they wanna be like? 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You don't wanna do that homie\n[01:47.28] Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it\n[01:49.63] Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer\n[01:52.53] Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number\n[01:55.98] You talking crazy but me and you know\n[01:58.76] I take it down like I been here before\n[02:01.42] I go OD like someone tripled the dose\n[02:04.07] Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope\n[02:07.12] Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n[02:10.26] Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n[02:13.10] Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n[02:15.67] I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n[02:18.83] I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n[02:21.06] Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n[02:24.76] Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n[02:27.01] All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n[02:30.29] When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt\n[02:32.83] They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth\n[02:35.92] Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st\n[02:38.57] I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst\n[02:41.52] I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it\n[02:44.33] Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign\n[02:47.74] You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don\n[02:50.33] Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long\n[02:53.29] They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure\n[02:56.39] Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor\n[02:59.29] Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)\n[03:02.36] Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)\n[03:04.96] Niggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers\n[03:07.83] Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka\n[03:10.74] I be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots\n[03:13.34] I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot\n[03:16.42] Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n[03:19.07] Look at his watch, he wanna be like 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mow it\n  Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\n  Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\n  Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\n  Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n  Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay\n  A player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\n  Comin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\n  I ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\n  You know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\n  Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\n  Got a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\n  Keep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\n  Who wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie\n  Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it\n  Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer\n  Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number\n  You talking crazy but me and you know\n  I take it down like I been here before\n  I go OD like someone tripled the dose\n  Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt\n  They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth\n  Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st\n  I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst\n  I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it\n  Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign\n  You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don\n  Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long\n  They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure\n  Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor\n  Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)\n  Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)\n  Niggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers\n  Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka\n  I be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots\n  I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n  Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n  But they think it's my soul\n  But they think it's my soul\n"},{"id":6174151,"name":"Be Like Me","trackName":"Be Like Me","artistName":"Gunplay feat. 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Me, that's right, Gunplay\nA player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\nComin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\nI ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\nYou know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\nLock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\nGot a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\nKeep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\nWho wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie\nCause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it\nLeave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer\nMiddle of that dice game, tryna roll his number\nYou talking crazy but me and you know\nI take it down like I been here before\nI go OD like someone tripled the dose\nScreechin on me, loaded clip with some dope\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nWhen I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt\nThey know what money look like and what a real nigga worth\nGettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st\nI whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst\nI be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it\nHoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign\nYou don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don\nLogan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long\nThey don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure\nSix pistols sittin' by my brick compressor\nDirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)\nKnockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)\nNiggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers\nKnockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka\nI be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots\nI jump up out the drop like coke out the pot\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nI'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\nTeflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\nBut they think it's my soul\nBut they think it's my soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold\n[00:08.58] All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n[00:10.89] As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n[00:14.00] Watch how I move, I got degrees on my feet\n[00:17.13] Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car\n[00:20.06] Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star\n[00:22.96] Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\n[00:26.09] Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\n[00:28.82] Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it\n[00:31.78] Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it\n[00:34.68] Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\n[00:37.56] Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\n[00:40.63] Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\n[00:43.23] Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n[00:46.14] Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n[00:50.87] Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n[00:51.95] I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n[00:55.09] Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n[00:57.78] Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n[01:00.53] Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n[01:03.16] Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n[01:06.00] I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n[01:09.17] I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n[01:12.09] Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n[01:14.81] Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n[01:17.57] All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n[01:20.60] So who they wanna be like? 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mow it\n  Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\n  Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\n  Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\n  Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n  Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay\n  A player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\n  Comin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\n  I ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\n  You know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\n  Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\n  Got a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\n  Keep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\n  Who wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie\n  Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it\n  Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer\n  Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number\n  You talking crazy but me and you know\n  I take it down like I been here before\n  I go OD like someone tripled the dose\n  Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt\n  They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth\n  Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st\n  I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst\n  I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it\n  Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign\n  You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don\n  Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long\n  They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure\n  Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor\n  Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)\n  Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)\n  Niggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers\n  Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka\n  I be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots\n  I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n  Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n  But they think it's my soul\n  But they think it's my soul\n"},{"id":13891089,"name":"Be Like Me","trackName":"Be Like Me","artistName":"Gunplay","albumName":"Living Legend","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\nAs I step on the corner, they wanna be like me\nWatch how I move, I got degrees on my feet\nShoes on the whip, got the tints on the car\nGot the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star\nChopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\nChopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\nOnce a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it\nSnakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it\nProblems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\nSpend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\nGunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\nMichael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nI'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\nTeflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nSo who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay\nA player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\nComin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\nI ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\nYou know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\nLock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\nGot a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\nKeep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\nWho wanna boot it for me? 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Me, that's right, Gunplay\nA player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\nComin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\nI ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\nYou know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\nLock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\nGot a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\nKeep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\nWho wanna boot it for me? 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Me, that's right, Gunplay\nA player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\nComin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\nI ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\nYou know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\nLock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\nGot a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\nKeep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\nWho wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie\nCause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it\nLeave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer\nMiddle of that dice game, tryna roll his number\nYou talking crazy but me and you know\nI take it down like I been here before\nI go OD like someone tripled the dose\nScreechin on me, loaded clip with some dope\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nWhen I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt\nThey know what money look like and what a real nigga worth\nGettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st\nI whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst\nI be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it\nHoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign\nYou don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don\nLogan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long\nThey don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure\nSix pistols sittin' by my brick compressor\nDirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)\nKnockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)\nNiggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers\nKnockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka\nI be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots\nI jump up out the drop like coke out the pot\n\nStep on the block, they wanna be like me\nLook at his watch, he wanna be like me\nStep on the corner, they wanna be like me\nI fear no man, it's time to move this key\nI put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\nShoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nWanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\nI'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\nTeflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\nStep out the car, all they see is the gold\nAll I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\nBut they think it's my soul\nBut they think it's my soul","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold\n[00:08.58] All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n[00:10.89] As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n[00:14.00] Watch how I move, I got degrees on my feet\n[00:17.13] Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car\n[00:20.06] Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star\n[00:22.96] Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\n[00:26.09] Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk\n[00:28.82] Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it\n[00:31.78] Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it\n[00:34.68] Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\n[00:37.56] Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\n[00:40.63] Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\n[00:43.23] Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n[00:46.14] Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n[00:50.87] Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n[00:51.95] I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n[00:55.09] Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n[00:57.78] Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n[01:00.53] Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n[01:03.16] Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n[01:06.00] I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n[01:09.17] I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n[01:12.09] Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n[01:14.81] Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n[01:17.57] All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n[01:20.60] So who they wanna be like? 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mow it\n  Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort\n  Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka\n  Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown\n  Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down\n\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n  Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay\n  A player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake\n  Comin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face\n  I ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe\n  You know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action\n  Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches\n  Got a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes\n  Keep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes\n  Who wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie\n  Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it\n  Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer\n  Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number\n  You talking crazy but me and you know\n  I take it down like I been here before\n  I go OD like someone tripled the dose\n  Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt\n  They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth\n  Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st\n  I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst\n  I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it\n  Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign\n  You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don\n  Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long\n  They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure\n  Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor\n  Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)\n  Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)\n  Niggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers\n  Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka\n  I be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots\n  I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot\n\n  Step on the block, they wanna be like me\n  Look at his watch, he wanna be like me\n  Step on the corner, they wanna be like me\n  I fear no man, it's time to move this key\n  I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot\n  Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?\n  I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?\n  Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti\n\n  Step out the car, all they see is the gold\n  All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul\n  But they think it's my soul\n  But they think it's my soul\n"}]