[{"id":11614516,"name":"Almighty Flow","trackName":"Almighty Flow","artistName":"JayDaYoungan","albumName":"All is Well - EP","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I got Hitman on the beat)\nI say you drinkin', I know you drunk\nWhat you been drinkin'?\nI say I been drinkin', I\nDon't know what it was, but I'm not drunk\nAnd also, can you come right now?\nPfff, you're really drunk\nIt was really cool to meet you, bro\nI'm 'bout to be on my way\nGet naked i said get naked\nI'm already naked hahaha\nThese bitches act local and think global\nYou never had a real nigga, well\nLet me show you what you want to drink? It's\nWocky in my peach soda\nAnd I know all these niggas hate\nTo see me blow up i'm finna cop a 'Rari just\nTo scoot the doors up\nBitch, I got rasta sauce\nI do it from my toes up\nI wish a nigga would come and try a soldier\nNow I got blood on my diamond choker\nHundred thousand just in change 'cause\nI'm a rich nigga i learned not to trust a\nBitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga\nDon't mean to brag, check thе\nTags on my kicks, nigga\nI could've dropped a bag on\nHer ass and somе tit's, nigga\nAlmighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over\nPour a four of dope in some cream soda\nYour boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him\nAin't answer the phone with him\nYou were ridin' my dick\nHe ain't even know it\n(Hang up on me one more time)\nAnd I ain't even try to\nYou wanna glow up, 23 got you\nI make her throw them fours up\nShe bang the shit that I do\nAnd, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me\nShe slangin' iron too\n(Why you gotta be all that?)\nBaby, 'cause I like you\nOnly reason I ain't left 'cause\nAin't nobody like you\nYou the type that I like\nI might just wife you (Wife you)\nBut you gotta clean your feet and\nDo what I say do (Hello?)\nBitch, can you hear me?\nYou know I don't feel right\nWhen you ain't near me\nI'm so sick of all them lies\nThey make my ears bleed\nCan't keep that pussy out my mind\nThat shit kill me\nNobody wanna see us together, but\nIt don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you\nI'm moving on, I'm tryna do better\nBut I should let her know, i still got you\nJay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's\nOoh, ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Almighty Flow\n  artist: JayDaYoungan\n  album: All is Well - EP\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I got Hitman on the beat)\n  I say you drinkin', I know you drunk\n  What you been drinkin'?\n  I say I been drinkin', I\n  Don't know what it was, but I'm not drunk\n  And also, can you come right now?\n  Pfff, you're really drunk\n  It was really cool to meet you, bro\n  I'm 'bout to be on my way\n  Get naked i said get naked\n  I'm already naked hahaha\n  These bitches act local and think global\n  You never had a real nigga, well\n  Let me show you what you want to drink? It's\n  Wocky in my peach soda\n  And I know all these niggas hate\n  To see me blow up i'm finna cop a 'Rari just\n  To scoot the doors up\n  Bitch, I got rasta sauce\n  I do it from my toes up\n  I wish a nigga would come and try a soldier\n  Now I got blood on my diamond choker\n  Hundred thousand just in change 'cause\n  I'm a rich nigga i learned not to trust a\n  Bitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga\n  Don't mean to brag, check thе\n  Tags on my kicks, nigga\n  I could've dropped a bag on\n  Her ass and somе tit's, nigga\n  Almighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over\n  Pour a four of dope in some cream soda\n  Your boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him\n  Ain't answer the phone with him\n  You were ridin' my dick\n  He ain't even know it\n  (Hang up on me one more time)\n  And I ain't even try to\n  You wanna glow up, 23 got you\n  I make her throw them fours up\n  She bang the shit that I do\n  And, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me\n  She slangin' iron too\n  (Why you gotta be all that?)\n  Baby, 'cause I like you\n  Only reason I ain't left 'cause\n  Ain't nobody like you\n  You the type that I like\n  I might just wife you (Wife you)\n  But you gotta clean your feet and\n  Do what I say do (Hello?)\n  Bitch, can you hear me?\n  You know I don't feel right\n  When you ain't near me\n  I'm so sick of all them lies\n  They make my ears bleed\n  Can't keep that pussy out my mind\n  That shit kill me\n  Nobody wanna see us together, but\n  It don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you\n  I'm moving on, I'm tryna do better\n  But I should let her know, i still got you\n  Jay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's\n  Ooh, ooh, ooh\n"},{"id":12229395,"name":"Almighty Flow","trackName":"Almighty Flow","artistName":"JayDaYoungan","albumName":"All is Well","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I got Hitman on the beat)\nI say you drinkin', I know you drunk, what you been drinkin'?\nI say I been drinkin', I don't know what it was, but I'm not drunk\nAnd also, can you come right now?\nPrrff, your ass drunk\nIt was nothin' believe me, bro\n\nYou know I love you\nI'm 'bout to be on my way\nHow you finna come?\nGet naked, I said get naked\nI'm already naked\nHahaha\n\nThese bitches act local and think global\nYou never had a real nigga, well, let me show you\nWhat you want to drink? It's Wocky in my peach soda\nAnd I know all these niggas hate to see me blow up\nI'm finna cop a 'Rari just to scoot the doors up\nBitch, all my rasta sauce, I do it from my toes up\nI wish a nigga would come and try a soldier\nNow I got blood on my diamond choker\n\nOne hundred thousand just in change 'cause I'm a rich nigga\nI learned not to trust a bitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga\nDon't mean to brag, check the tag on my kicks, nigga\nI could've dropped a bag on her ass and some tits, nigga\n\nAlmighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over\nPour a four of dope in some cream soda\nYour boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him\nAin't answer the phone with him, you ridin' my dick and he ain't even know it\n(Hang up on me one more time)\nAnd I ain't even try to\nYou wanna glow up, 23 got you\nI make her throw them fours up, she bang the shit that I do\nAnd, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me, she slangin' iron too\n(Why you gotta be all that?)\n\nBaby, 'cause I like you\nOnly reason I ain't left 'cause ain't nobody like you\nYou the type that I like, I just might wife you (wife you)\nBut you gotta clean your feet and do what I say do\n(Hello?)\nBitch, can you hear me?\nYou know I don't feel right when you ain't near me\nI'm so sick of all them lies, they make my ears bleed\nCan't keep that pussy out my mind, that shit kill me (out my mind)\n\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you\nI'm moving on, I'm tryna do better, but I should let her know, I still got you\n\nJay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's-\nOoh, ooh, ooh","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] (I got Hitman on the beat)\n[00:01.93] I say you drinkin', I know you drunk, what you been drinkin'?\n[00:05.67] I say I been drinkin', I don't know what it was, but I'm not drunk\n[00:11.06] And also, can you come right now?\n[00:13.04] Prrff, your ass drunk\n[00:16.96] It was nothin' believe me, bro\n[00:21.72] You know I love you\n[00:24.86] I'm 'bout to be on my way\n[00:28.29] How you finna come?\n[00:30.06] Get naked, I said get naked\n[00:35.85] I'm already naked\n[00:37.03] Hahaha\n[00:37.95] These bitches act local and think global\n[00:40.90] You never had a real nigga, well, let me show you\n[00:44.29] What you want to drink? It's Wocky in my peach soda\n[00:47.84] And I know all these niggas hate to see me blow up\n[00:50.69] I'm finna cop a 'Rari just to scoot the doors up\n[00:54.03] Bitch, all my rasta sauce, I do it from my toes up\n[00:57.18] I wish a nigga would come and try a soldier\n[01:00.41] Now I got blood on my diamond choker\n[01:02.97] One hundred thousand just in change 'cause I'm a rich nigga\n[01:06.36] I learned not to trust a bitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga\n[01:09.46] Don't mean to brag, check the tag on my kicks, nigga\n[01:12.42] I could've dropped a bag on her ass and some tits, nigga\n[01:16.16] Almighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over\n[01:19.53] Pour a four of dope in some cream soda\n[01:22.33] Your boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him\n[01:25.14] Ain't answer the phone with him, you ridin' my dick and he ain't even know it\n[01:28.80] (Hang up on me one more time)\n[01:29.91] And I ain't even try to\n[01:31.92] You wanna glow up, 23 got you\n[01:34.72] I make her throw them fours up, she bang the shit that I do\n[01:38.04] And, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me, she slangin' iron too\n[01:41.69] (Why you gotta be all that?)\n[01:42.68] Baby, 'cause I like you\n[01:44.38] Only reason I ain't left 'cause ain't nobody like you\n[01:47.75] You the type that I like, I just might wife you (wife you)\n[01:50.50] But you gotta clean your feet and do what I say do\n[01:54.14] (Hello?)\n[01:55.34] Bitch, can you hear me?\n[01:57.07] You know I don't feel right when you ain't near me\n[02:00.10] I'm so sick of all them lies, they make my ears bleed\n[02:03.18] Can't keep that pussy out my mind, that shit kill me (out my mind)\n[02:06.80] Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you\n[02:13.20] I'm moving on, I'm tryna do better, but I should let her know, I still got you\n[02:22.16] Jay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's-\n[02:24.65] Ooh, ooh, ooh\n[02:28.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Almighty Flow\n  artist: JayDaYoungan\n  album: All is Well\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I got Hitman on the beat)\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 1930\n- text: I say you drinkin', I know you drunk, what you been drinkin'?\n  start_ms: 1930\n  end_ms: 5670\n- text: I say I been drinkin', I don't know what it was, but I'm not drunk\n  start_ms: 5670\n  end_ms: 11060\n- text: And also, can you come right now?\n  start_ms: 11060\n  end_ms: 13040\n- text: Prrff, your ass drunk\n  start_ms: 13040\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: It was nothin' believe me, bro\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: You know I love you\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 24860\n- text: I'm 'bout to be on my way\n  start_ms: 24860\n  end_ms: 28290\n- text: How you finna come?\n  start_ms: 28290\n  end_ms: 30060\n- text: Get naked, I said get naked\n  start_ms: 30060\n  end_ms: 35850\n- text: I'm already naked\n  start_ms: 35850\n  end_ms: 37030\n- text: Hahaha\n  start_ms: 37030\n  end_ms: 37950\n- text: These bitches act local and think global\n  start_ms: 37950\n  end_ms: 40900\n- text: You never had a real nigga, well, let me show you\n  start_ms: 40900\n  end_ms: 44290\n- text: What you want to drink? It's Wocky in my peach soda\n  start_ms: 44290\n  end_ms: 47840\n- text: And I know all these niggas hate to see me blow up\n  start_ms: 47840\n  end_ms: 50690\n- text: I'm finna cop a 'Rari just to scoot the doors up\n  start_ms: 50690\n  end_ms: 54030\n- text: Bitch, all my rasta sauce, I do it from my toes up\n  start_ms: 54030\n  end_ms: 57180\n- text: I wish a nigga would come and try a soldier\n  start_ms: 57180\n  end_ms: 60410\n- text: Now I got blood on my diamond choker\n  start_ms: 60410\n  end_ms: 62970\n- text: One hundred thousand just in change 'cause I'm a rich nigga\n  start_ms: 62970\n  end_ms: 66360\n- text: I learned not to trust a bitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga\n  start_ms: 66360\n  end_ms: 69460\n- text: Don't mean to brag, check the tag on my kicks, nigga\n  start_ms: 69460\n  end_ms: 72420\n- text: I could've dropped a bag on her ass and some tits, nigga\n  start_ms: 72420\n  end_ms: 76160\n- text: Almighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over\n  start_ms: 76160\n  end_ms: 79530\n- text: Pour a four of dope in some cream soda\n  start_ms: 79530\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: Your boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 85140\n- text: Ain't answer the phone with him, you ridin' my dick and he ain't even know it\n  start_ms: 85140\n  end_ms: 88800\n- text: (Hang up on me one more time)\n  start_ms: 88800\n  end_ms: 89910\n- text: And I ain't even try to\n  start_ms: 89910\n  end_ms: 91920\n- text: You wanna glow up, 23 got you\n  start_ms: 91920\n  end_ms: 94720\n- text: I make her throw them fours up, she bang the shit that I do\n  start_ms: 94720\n  end_ms: 98040\n- text: And, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me, she slangin' iron too\n  start_ms: 98040\n  end_ms: 101690\n- text: (Why you gotta be all that?)\n  start_ms: 101690\n  end_ms: 102680\n- text: Baby, 'cause I like you\n  start_ms: 102680\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Only reason I ain't left 'cause ain't nobody like you\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 107750\n- text: You the type that I like, I just might wife you (wife you)\n  start_ms: 107750\n  end_ms: 110500\n- text: But you gotta clean your feet and do what I say do\n  start_ms: 110500\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: (Hello?)\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 115340\n- text: Bitch, can you hear me?\n  start_ms: 115340\n  end_ms: 117070\n- text: You know I don't feel right when you ain't near me\n  start_ms: 117070\n  end_ms: 120100\n- text: I'm so sick of all them lies, they make my ears bleed\n  start_ms: 120100\n  end_ms: 123180\n- text: Can't keep that pussy out my mind, that shit kill me (out my mind)\n  start_ms: 123180\n  end_ms: 126800\n- text: Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you\n  start_ms: 126800\n  end_ms: 133200\n- text: I'm moving on, I'm tryna do better, but I should let her know, I still got you\n  start_ms: 133200\n  end_ms: 142160\n- text: Jay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's-\n  start_ms: 142160\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Ooh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 148990\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148990\nplain: |-\n  (I got Hitman on the beat)\n  I say you drinkin', I know you drunk, what you been drinkin'?\n  I say I been drinkin', I don't know what it was, but I'm not drunk\n  And also, can you come right now?\n  Prrff, your ass drunk\n  It was nothin' believe me, bro\n\n  You know I love you\n  I'm 'bout to be on my way\n  How you finna come?\n  Get naked, I said get naked\n  I'm already naked\n  Hahaha\n\n  These bitches act local and think global\n  You never had a real nigga, well, let me show you\n  What you want to drink? It's Wocky in my peach soda\n  And I know all these niggas hate to see me blow up\n  I'm finna cop a 'Rari just to scoot the doors up\n  Bitch, all my rasta sauce, I do it from my toes up\n  I wish a nigga would come and try a soldier\n  Now I got blood on my diamond choker\n\n  One hundred thousand just in change 'cause I'm a rich nigga\n  I learned not to trust a bitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga\n  Don't mean to brag, check the tag on my kicks, nigga\n  I could've dropped a bag on her ass and some tits, nigga\n\n  Almighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over\n  Pour a four of dope in some cream soda\n  Your boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him\n  Ain't answer the phone with him, you ridin' my dick and he ain't even know it\n  (Hang up on me one more time)\n  And I ain't even try to\n  You wanna glow up, 23 got you\n  I make her throw them fours up, she bang the shit that I do\n  And, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me, she slangin' iron too\n  (Why you gotta be all that?)\n\n  Baby, 'cause I like you\n  Only reason I ain't left 'cause ain't nobody like you\n  You the type that I like, I just might wife you (wife you)\n  But you gotta clean your feet and do what I say do\n  (Hello?)\n  Bitch, can you hear me?\n  You know I don't feel right when you ain't near me\n  I'm so sick of all them lies, they make my ears bleed\n  Can't keep that pussy out my mind, that shit kill me (out my mind)\n\n  Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you\n  I'm moving on, I'm tryna do better, but I should let her know, I still got you\n\n  Jay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's-\n  Ooh, ooh, ooh\n"}]