[{"id":23963037,"name":"Bad Days","trackName":"Bad Days","artistName":"Icewear Vezzo","albumName":"Paint the City (Gangsta Grillz)","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't no way around it\nIf you can look at a crew and you know\nWho the boss is without\nLooking, then you got\nYou got the wrong boss\nYou got the wrong boss\nYeah, he ain't thinking right\nHe ain't moving y'all right\nWhen you look at me and my\nHomies, you don't know who, who doing what\nRight when me and my, me and my homies go to\nThe strip club and we run up a tab\nThey don't know who to give the bill to\nThat's a fact (Damn, Machu\nWhy'd you have to do 'em like that?)\nLet's reminisce\n'Member all the times (yeah)\nWe was cuttin' shit to send it out of town\nYeah (On the road)\nSpot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound\n(Greyhound) real street nigga\n(yeah) , hold it up, a hundred thousand on\nThis crown (Hundred thousand on the crown\nY'all remember?)\nReminiscin' 'bout the bad days\nI was down on my ass until that bag came\nThirty-thousand dollar plays, now we mad paid\n(Thirty bands, nigga)\nUsed to get it off the road\nNow this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS\n(Vezzo)\nGettin' money, nigga, throw that shit\n(Throw it) bitches know who really up\nThese niggas know who's lit (IUR)\nAin't only rich on Instagram\nWe got ownership (Really havin')\nType of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit\n(Bah) two forty on the wrist\nCount a million up with Ki when\nWe was on the boat (Kiki)\nOffset Forgiats, put them bitches\nOn a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost\n(Skrrt)\nYeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n(Bad days)\nI was down for a minute, then that bag came\n(What?) them hoes used to laugh at us\nNow we mad paid (Now we up)\nI put F's on everything, I got bad grades\n(Forgiato)\nYeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n(Bad days)\nI was down for a minute, then that bag came\n(Bag came) them hoes used to laugh at us\nNow we mad paid (Now we mad paid)\nI can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved\n(Money, DJ Drama)\nMillion dollars cash, yeah, I stack different\n(Stack it) look like you got some money now\nThat's why you act different\nPlus I live the shit I rap, yeah\nMy facts different (Really live it)\nWe just motivatin' (Huh)\nBring them toys out (yeah)\nYou sellin' fetty in the hood\nYou know them boys on us\nMade so much money in the O\nThey wanna boycott us\nFive thousand every fit, bitch\nI'm my own stylist (I'm my own stylist)\nRealest niggas in this shit, yeah\nWe the last breed (We the last of 'em)\nI'm sellin' beans in the lake just like\n(Rest in peace)\nWatch so motherfuckin' froze, bitch\nI can't see (I can't see)\nNiggas plottin' every day\nSo I can keep it on me (Fah)\nBaby fin on my waist\nLook like a beeper on me (Beeper)\nFuckin' with that blood raw\nNow I got Jeezy money (That dog food)\nNigga playin' with that pape'\nPut the reaper on him\nYeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n(Bad days)\nI was down for a minute, then that bag came\n(What?) them hoes used to laugh at us\nNow we mad paid (Now we up)\nI put F's on everything, I got bad grades\n(Forgiato)\nYeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n(Bad days)\nI was down for a minute, then that bag came\n(Bag came) them hoes used to laugh at us\nNow we mad paid (Now we mad paid)\nI can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved\n(Money)\n(Gangsta Grillz) you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou would never, yeah and, and\nWe got homies that ain't got nothing\nBut it don't look good\nIf I got five chains on, my\nHomeboy got five chains on\nEverybody jeweled up\nOne of the homies, he, he\nAin't got no jewelry on\nEverybody pass him a chain\nEverybody give him a hundred dollars\nIt's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to\nGo to the club with\nAnd he ain't gon' play nothin'\nSo now he might lose some\nOf his thousand dollars\nHe got kids, five hundred go to them\nHe just got blessed just comin' to the club","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bad Days\n  artist: Icewear Vezzo\n  album: Paint the City (Gangsta Grillz)\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ain't no way around it\n  If you can look at a crew and you know\n  Who the boss is without\n  Looking, then you got\n  You got the wrong boss\n  You got the wrong boss\n  Yeah, he ain't thinking right\n  He ain't moving y'all right\n  When you look at me and my\n  Homies, you don't know who, who doing what\n  Right when me and my, me and my homies go to\n  The strip club and we run up a tab\n  They don't know who to give the bill to\n  That's a fact (Damn, Machu\n  Why'd you have to do 'em like that?)\n  Let's reminisce\n  'Member all the times (yeah)\n  We was cuttin' shit to send it out of town\n  Yeah (On the road)\n  Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound\n  (Greyhound) real street nigga\n  (yeah) , hold it up, a hundred thousand on\n  This crown (Hundred thousand on the crown\n  Y'all remember?)\n  Reminiscin' 'bout the bad days\n  I was down on my ass until that bag came\n  Thirty-thousand dollar plays, now we mad paid\n  (Thirty bands, nigga)\n  Used to get it off the road\n  Now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS\n  (Vezzo)\n  Gettin' money, nigga, throw that shit\n  (Throw it) bitches know who really up\n  These niggas know who's lit (IUR)\n  Ain't only rich on Instagram\n  We got ownership (Really havin')\n  Type of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit\n  (Bah) two forty on the wrist\n  Count a million up with Ki when\n  We was on the boat (Kiki)\n  Offset Forgiats, put them bitches\n  On a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost\n  (Skrrt)\n  Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n  (Bad days)\n  I was down for a minute, then that bag came\n  (What?) them hoes used to laugh at us\n  Now we mad paid (Now we up)\n  I put F's on everything, I got bad grades\n  (Forgiato)\n  Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n  (Bad days)\n  I was down for a minute, then that bag came\n  (Bag came) them hoes used to laugh at us\n  Now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)\n  I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved\n  (Money, DJ Drama)\n  Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different\n  (Stack it) look like you got some money now\n  That's why you act different\n  Plus I live the shit I rap, yeah\n  My facts different (Really live it)\n  We just motivatin' (Huh)\n  Bring them toys out (yeah)\n  You sellin' fetty in the hood\n  You know them boys on us\n  Made so much money in the O\n  They wanna boycott us\n  Five thousand every fit, bitch\n  I'm my own stylist (I'm my own stylist)\n  Realest niggas in this shit, yeah\n  We the last breed (We the last of 'em)\n  I'm sellin' beans in the lake just like\n  (Rest in peace)\n  Watch so motherfuckin' froze, bitch\n  I can't see (I can't see)\n  Niggas plottin' every day\n  So I can keep it on me (Fah)\n  Baby fin on my waist\n  Look like a beeper on me (Beeper)\n  Fuckin' with that blood raw\n  Now I got Jeezy money (That dog food)\n  Nigga playin' with that pape'\n  Put the reaper on him\n  Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n  (Bad days)\n  I was down for a minute, then that bag came\n  (What?) them hoes used to laugh at us\n  Now we mad paid (Now we up)\n  I put F's on everything, I got bad grades\n  (Forgiato)\n  Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days\n  (Bad days)\n  I was down for a minute, then that bag came\n  (Bag came) them hoes used to laugh at us\n  Now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)\n  I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved\n  (Money)\n  (Gangsta Grillz) you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You would never, yeah and, and\n  We got homies that ain't got nothing\n  But it don't look good\n  If I got five chains on, my\n  Homeboy got five chains on\n  Everybody jeweled up\n  One of the homies, he, he\n  Ain't got no jewelry on\n  Everybody pass him a chain\n  Everybody give him a hundred dollars\n  It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to\n  Go to the club with\n  And he ain't gon' play nothin'\n  So now he might lose some\n  Of his thousand dollars\n  He got kids, five hundred go to them\n  He just got blessed just comin' to the club\n"}]