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I be back when it's warm!)\n\nI started from an ounce (28)\nStretched that to 42 (ehh)\nFlipped that to shawty blue\nTook it to the sporty coup (Go!)\nNow, I can get it for a 23\nSo short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\nBALL!\nI'm all for it like Brandon Roy\nLong story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\nMy jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\nMy chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\nMotherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\nTell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\nThey said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\nSo I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\nBALL!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nIt started with some packs\nThen a couple cars\nWake up with my dogs\nTook over the block\nAnd then we\nBall! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\nNow we run the city\nMotherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\nI'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\nPrivate plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\nI ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\nIt's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\nTell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\nThe weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\nWe make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\nWith them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\nI'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\nI'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\nI got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\nWhen they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nWe fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\nSo I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\nSilly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\nYou know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\nSpendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\nMy... is callin'... (uh oh!)\nAnd even with the lights all off,\nYou can still see the jewellery\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... 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I be back when it's warm!)\n\nI started from an ounce (28)\nStretched that to 42 (ehh)\nFlipped that to shawty blue\nTook it to the sporty coup (Go!)\nNow, I can get it for a 23\nSo short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\nBALL!\nI'm all for it like Brandon Roy\nLong story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\nMy jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\nMy chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\nMotherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\nTell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\nThey said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\nSo I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\nBALL!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nIt started with some packs\nThen a couple cars\nWake up with my dogs\nTook over the block\nAnd then we\nBall! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\nNow we run the city\nMotherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\nI'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\nPrivate plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\nI ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\nIt's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\nTell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\nThe weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\nWe make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\nWith them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\nI'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\nI'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\nI got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\nWhen they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nWe fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\nSo I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\nSilly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\nYou know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\nSpendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\nMy... is callin'... (uh oh!)\nAnd even with the lights all off,\nYou can still see the jewellery\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ball (F. Jim Jones & Schife)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 227813\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ KHALED!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  I started from an ounce (28)\n  Stretched that to 42 (ehh)\n  Flipped that to shawty blue\n  Took it to the sporty coup (Go!)\n  Now, I can get it for a 23\n  So short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\n  BALL!\n  I'm all for it like Brandon Roy\n  Long story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\n  My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\n  My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\n  Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\n  Tell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\n  They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\n  So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\n  BALL!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  It started with some packs\n  Then a couple cars\n  Wake up with my dogs\n  Took over the block\n  And then we\n  Ball! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\n  Now we run the city\n  Motherfuck the law\n  Push the latest cars\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\n  I'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\n  Private plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\n  I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\n  It's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\n  Tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\n  The weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\n  We make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\n  With them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\n  I'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\n  I'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\n  I got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\n  When they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\n  So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\n  Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\n  You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\n  Spendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\n  My... is callin'... (uh oh!)\n  And even with the lights all off,\n  You can still see the jewellery\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n"},{"id":14562152,"name":"Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife)","trackName":"Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory (Deluxe Edition)","duration":229.825306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ KHALED!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nI started from an ounce (28)\nStretched that to 42 (ehh)\nFlipped that to shawty blue\nTook it to the sporty coup (Go!)\nNow, I can get it for a 23\nSo short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\nBALL!\nI'm all for it like Brandon Roy\nLong story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\nMy jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\nMy chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\nMotherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\nTell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\nThey said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\nSo I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\nBALL!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nIt started with some packs\nThen a couple cars\nWake up with my dogs\nTook over the block\nAnd then we\nBall! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\nNow we run the city\nMotherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\nI'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\nPrivate plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\nI ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\nIt's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\nTell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\nThe weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\nWe make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\nWith them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\nI'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\nI'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\nI got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\nWhen they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nWe fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\nSo I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\nSilly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\nYou know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\nSpendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\nMy... is callin'... (uh oh!)\nAnd even with the lights all off,\nYou can still see the jewellery\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 229825\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ KHALED!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  I started from an ounce (28)\n  Stretched that to 42 (ehh)\n  Flipped that to shawty blue\n  Took it to the sporty coup (Go!)\n  Now, I can get it for a 23\n  So short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\n  BALL!\n  I'm all for it like Brandon Roy\n  Long story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\n  My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\n  My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\n  Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\n  Tell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\n  They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\n  So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\n  BALL!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  It started with some packs\n  Then a couple cars\n  Wake up with my dogs\n  Took over the block\n  And then we\n  Ball! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\n  Now we run the city\n  Motherfuck the law\n  Push the latest cars\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\n  I'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\n  Private plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\n  I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\n  It's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\n  Tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\n  The weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\n  We make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\n  With them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\n  I'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\n  I'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\n  I got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\n  When they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\n  So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\n  Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\n  You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\n  Spendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\n  My... is callin'... (uh oh!)\n  And even with the lights all off,\n  You can still see the jewellery\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n"},{"id":6044170,"name":"(Bonus Track) Feel My Pain (feat. Jim Jones)","trackName":"(Bonus Track) Feel My Pain (feat. Jim Jones)","artistName":"Ball Greezy","albumName":"Miami Vampin","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\nI Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker,\nIma Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\nI'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\n\nI Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\nI'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\nAnd They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\nI Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\nThat'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\nI Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck\nGotta Watch Your Team, Nigga Thought This Was Position,\nShid Your Main Shooter Could Become Your Opposition, If It Aint Us Than Everything In Competition,\nI Only Live Life So Ion Write No Composition,\nAin't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\nI Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker, Ima Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\nI'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\nI Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\nI'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\nAnd They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\nI Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\nThat'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\nI Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: (Bonus Track) Feel My Pain (feat. Jim Jones)\n  artist: Ball Greezy\n  album: Miami Vampin\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ain't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\n  I Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker,\n  Ima Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\n  I'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\n\n  I Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\n  I'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\n  And They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\n  I Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\n  That'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\n  I Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck\n  Gotta Watch Your Team, Nigga Thought This Was Position,\n  Shid Your Main Shooter Could Become Your Opposition, If It Aint Us Than Everything In Competition,\n  I Only Live Life So Ion Write No Composition,\n  Ain't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\n  I Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker, Ima Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\n  I'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\n  I Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\n  I'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\n  And They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\n  I Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\n  That'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\n  I Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck\n"},{"id":12752892,"name":"Feel My Pain (feat. Jim Jones) [Bonus Track]","trackName":"Feel My Pain (feat. Jim Jones) [Bonus Track]","artistName":"Ball Greezy","albumName":"Miami Vampin","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\nI Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker,\nIma Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\nI'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\n\nI Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\nI'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\nAnd They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\nI Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\nThat'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\nI Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck\nGotta Watch Your Team, Nigga Thought This Was Position,\nShid Your Main Shooter Could Become Your Opposition, If It Aint Us Than Everything In Competition,\nI Only Live Life So Ion Write No Composition,\nAin't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\nI Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker, Ima Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\nI'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\nI Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\nI'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\nAnd They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\nI Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\nThat'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\nI Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Feel My Pain (feat. Jim Jones) [Bonus Track]\n  artist: Ball Greezy\n  album: Miami Vampin\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ain't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\n  I Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker,\n  Ima Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\n  I'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\n\n  I Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\n  I'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\n  And They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\n  I Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\n  That'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\n  I Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck\n  Gotta Watch Your Team, Nigga Thought This Was Position,\n  Shid Your Main Shooter Could Become Your Opposition, If It Aint Us Than Everything In Competition,\n  I Only Live Life So Ion Write No Composition,\n  Ain't Nun Too A Nigga Like Me Who Getting Money And They Living Like This, Boy I Swear To God\n  I Wish A Nigga Try Me For A Sucker, Ima Bust Em And Leave His Old Girl With A Broken Heart\n  I'm Only Killing Off The Block, That's Why I Ride With The Choppas On Deck,\n  I Drop The Top Like A Star, You Know I Ride With My Hoppers On Deck, Got The Good in the Gar,\n  I'm Getting Money So You Know I Stay Fresh, Don't See These Pussy Niggas Cause They Flaw,\n  And They Hating Cause They Bitches Gone Sweat,\n  I Keep Me Shooter On Deck, That'll Leave Me A Fuck Nigga Where,\n  That'll Open Up A Fuck Nigga Chest, With The Two Twenty-Two, Yeah, I'm In The Hood Like A Done,\n  I Ride With The Choppers On Deck, I'm Getting Money Off The High, That's Why I Ride With The Choppers On Deck\n"},{"id":13037278,"name":"Cocaine Dreamin feat. Ball Greezy, Dave East","trackName":"Cocaine Dreamin feat. Ball Greezy, Dave East","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"El Capo (Deluxe)","duration":270.393472,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dipset\nAin't nothin' to understand, uh\nHe's tryna explain it\nJust follow the drip\nYou can't buy this shit\nLet's get saucy, uh (Heatmakerz, Crack Music)\nI was born in, niggas was sworn in it\nUh huh\nHarlem, what's up?\nIt's all facts (True that)\nFacts, nigga\nYou know my body\nCapo\n\nI told 'em meet me at the top where it's goin' down (Where it's lit)\nNew dawn, drop the top while it's slowin' down (Get off my dick)\nWhere I'm from, they'll pop a shot if you don't hold your ground (Boom)\nYou better get that chopper chopper just to hold it down (Boom)\nI done triple parked cars up outta Polo ground (Facts)\nSummer nights when Rucker Park was the only show in town (55th)\nRed carpets drippin', grippin' the fully-loaded pound\nFive-Star dinners at Peckerwoods just to blow it down\nI be scared to fall asleep, Medusa all on my sheets (Versace)\nIn my car, spilled Givenchy sauce all on my seats (Nasty)\nTryna test her in a Tesla, see if she gon' fuck (Boom)\nGettin' head, drivin' with no hands like I'm Elon Musk\nBut that ass was so fat like she gon' bust (Nasty)\nRight outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck?\nI mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits\nI love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay)\n\nCocaine dreamin'\nIt ain't a bitch that I can't have\nOr a cocaine brick that I can't grab\nI go get it (Okay)\nCocaine dreamin'\nNo ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script\nMix this with that and you get crack\nAnd that's facts (Okay)\nCocaine dreamin'\nMy life is like a movie, ah\nI could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\nCocaine dreamin'\nMy life is like a movie, ah\nI could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n\nCocaine trips to Florida, Whip Explorers, dripped in Nautica\nAddicted to dust, he can't give that water up\nThe steak was Porterhouse, I hustled for that Richard Porter 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gon' bust (Nasty)\n[01:11.04] Right outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck?\n[01:13.78] I mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits\n[01:16.95] I love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay)\n[01:20.35] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:24.37] It ain't a bitch that I can't have\n[01:28.02] Or a cocaine brick that I can't grab\n[01:31.01] I go get it (Okay)\n[01:31.91] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:36.14] No ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script\n[01:39.66] Mix this with that and you get crack\n[01:42.42] And that's facts (Okay)\n[01:44.32] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:47.53] My life is like a movie, ah\n[01:50.51] I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n[01:53.77] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:59.12] My life is like a movie, ah\n[02:02.03] I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n[02:04.83] Cocaine trips to Florida, Whip Explorers, dripped in Nautica\n[02:09.28] Addicted to dust, he can't give that water up\n[02:11.35] The steak was Porterhouse, I hustled for that Richard Porter love\n[02:14.19] 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bust (Nasty)\n[01:11.04] Right outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck?\n[01:13.78] I mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits\n[01:16.95] I love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay)\n[01:20.35] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:24.37] It ain't a bitch that I can't have\n[01:28.02] Or a cocaine brick that I can't grab\n[01:31.01] I go get it (Okay)\n[01:31.91] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:36.14] No ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script\n[01:39.66] Mix this with that and you get crack\n[01:42.42] And that's facts (Okay)\n[01:44.32] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:47.53] My life is like a movie, ah\n[01:50.51] I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n[01:53.77] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:59.12] My life is like a movie, ah\n[02:02.03] I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n[02:04.83] Cocaine trips to Florida, Whip Explorers, dripped in Nautica\n[02:09.28] Addicted to dust, he can't give that water up\n[02:11.35] The steak was Porterhouse, I hustled for that Richard Porter love\n[02:14.19] 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you get crack\nAnd that's facts (Okay)\nCocaine dreamin'\nMy life is like a movie, ah\nI could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\nCocaine dreamin'\nMy life is like a movie, ah\nI could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\nCocaine dreamin'\nMy life is like a movie, ah\nI could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\nCocaine dreamin'\nMy life is like a movie, ah\nI could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n\nPack your shit (Look at this shit)\nAnd living in St. Johns, we do our thing-ing\nYou better know we chicken wingy\nThat's what we doing\nAyy, listen\nCame through the wing of the bitch, you already know\nBronx, brrat, boom, brrat","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Dipset\n[00:04.05] Ain't nothin' to understand, uh\n[00:06.04] He's tryna explain it\n[00:09.41] Just follow the drip\n[00:12.55] You can't buy this shit\n[00:17.40] Let's get saucy, uh (Heatmakerz, Crack Music)\n[00:20.78] I was born in, niggas was sworn in it\n[00:22.86] Uh huh\n[00:24.98] Harlem, what's up?\n[00:26.94] It's all facts (True 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bust (Nasty)\n[01:11.04] Right outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck?\n[01:13.78] I mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits\n[01:16.95] I love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay)\n[01:20.35] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:24.37] It ain't a bitch that I can't have\n[01:28.02] Or a cocaine brick that I can't grab\n[01:31.01] I go get it (Okay)\n[01:31.91] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:36.14] No ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script\n[01:39.66] Mix this with that and you get crack\n[01:42.42] And that's facts (Okay)\n[01:44.32] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:47.53] My life is like a movie, ah\n[01:50.51] I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n[01:53.77] Cocaine dreamin'\n[01:59.12] My life is like a movie, ah\n[02:02.03] I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah\n[02:04.83] Cocaine trips to Florida, Whip Explorers, dripped in Nautica\n[02:09.28] Addicted to dust, he can't give that water up\n[02:11.35] The steak was Porterhouse, I hustled for that Richard Porter love\n[02:14.19] 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Jim Jones & Schife) 🅴","trackName":"Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife) 🅴","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ KHALED!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nI started from an ounce (28)\nStretched that to 42 (ehh)\nFlipped that to shawty blue\nTook it to the sporty coup (Go!)\nNow, I can get it for a 23\nSo short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\nBALL!\nI'm all for it like Brandon Roy\nLong story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\nMy jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\nMy chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\nMotherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\nTell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\nThey said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\nSo I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\nBALL!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nIt started with some packs\nThen a couple cars\nWake up with my dogs\nTook over the block\nAnd then we\nBall! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\nNow we run the city\nMotherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\nI'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\nPrivate plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\nI ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\nIt's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\nTell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\nThe weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\nWe make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\nWith them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\nI'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\nI'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\nI got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\nWhen they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nWe fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\nSo I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\nSilly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\nYou know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\nSpendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\nMy... is callin'... (uh oh!)\nAnd even with the lights all off,\nYou can still see the jewellery\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife) 🅴\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ KHALED!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  I started from an ounce (28)\n  Stretched that to 42 (ehh)\n  Flipped that to shawty blue\n  Took it to the sporty coup (Go!)\n  Now, I can get it for a 23\n  So short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\n  BALL!\n  I'm all for it like Brandon Roy\n  Long story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\n  My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\n  My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\n  Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\n  Tell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\n  They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\n  So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\n  BALL!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  It started with some packs\n  Then a couple cars\n  Wake up with my dogs\n  Took over the block\n  And then we\n  Ball! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\n  Now we run the city\n  Motherfuck the law\n  Push the latest cars\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\n  I'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\n  Private plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\n  I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\n  It's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\n  Tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\n  The weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\n  We make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\n  With them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\n  I'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\n  I'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\n  I got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\n  When they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\n  So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\n  Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\n  You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\n  Spendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\n  My... is callin'... (uh oh!)\n  And even with the lights all off,\n  You can still see the jewellery\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n"},{"id":28344698,"name":"Ball ft. Jim Jones and Schife","trackName":"Ball ft. Jim Jones and Schife","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ KHALED!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nI started from an ounce (28)\nStretched that to 42 (ehh)\nFlipped that to shawty blue\nTook it to the sporty coup (Go!)\nNow, I can get it for a 23\nSo short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\nBALL!\nI'm all for it like Brandon Roy\nLong story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\nMy jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\nMy chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\nMotherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\nTell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\nThey said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\nSo I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\nBALL!\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nIt started with some packs\nThen a couple cars\nWake up with my dogs\nTook over the block\nAnd then we\nBall! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\nNow we run the city\nMotherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\nI'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\nPrivate plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\nI ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\nIt's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\nTell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\nThe weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\nWe make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\nWith them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\nI'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\nI'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\nI got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\nWhen they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\nWe fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\nSo I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\nSilly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\nYou know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\nSpendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\nMy... is callin'... (uh oh!)\nAnd even with the lights all off,\nYou can still see the jewellery\n\nIt started with some packs (Go!)\nThen a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\nWake up with my dogs (Go!)\nTook over the block (Let's Go!)\nAnd then we\nBall! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\nNow we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\nMotherfuck the law (Victory)\nPush the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\nCause we move alot of raw\nAnd so we\nBall! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ball ft. Jim Jones and Schife\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ KHALED!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  I started from an ounce (28)\n  Stretched that to 42 (ehh)\n  Flipped that to shawty blue\n  Took it to the sporty coup (Go!)\n  Now, I can get it for a 23\n  So short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)\n  BALL!\n  I'm all for it like Brandon Roy\n  Long story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)\n  My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)\n  My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)\n  Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)\n  Tell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)\n  They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)\n  So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out\n  BALL!\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  It started with some packs\n  Then a couple cars\n  Wake up with my dogs\n  Took over the block\n  And then we\n  Ball! (Show me the money... What's up now!)\n\n  Now we run the city\n  Motherfuck the law\n  Push the latest cars\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)\n\n  I'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)\n  Private plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)\n  I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)\n  It's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)\n  Tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)\n  The weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)\n  We make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)\n  With them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)\n  I'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)\n  I'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)\n  I got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)\n  When they see me pull to the spot, we're like...\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n\n  We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\n  So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)\n  Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)\n  You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out\n  Spendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)\n  My... is callin'... (uh oh!)\n  And even with the lights all off,\n  You can still see the jewellery\n\n  It started with some packs (Go!)\n  Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)\n  Wake up with my dogs (Go!)\n  Took over the block (Let's Go!)\n  And then we\n  Ball! (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)\n\n  Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)\n  Motherfuck the law (Victory)\n  Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)\n  Cause we move alot of raw\n  And so we\n  Ball! (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)\n"},{"id":37940187,"name":"Ball","trackName":"Ball","artistName":"DJ Khaled feat. 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Ball\nI'm all for it like Brandon Roy\nLong story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toy\nMy jewelry loud, muh'fuckers can't stand the noise\nMy chain swing like the hands on Floyd, dammit boy\nYeah, muh'fuckers wanna shoot my brains out\nTell these niggas catch me, I'm in the coupe with my braids out\n\nThey said the summer with the roof was kinda played out\nSo I told the dealer keep the ceiling on my way out\n\nIt started with some packs, and a cup of gold\nLink up with my dogs, took over the block\nAnd then we\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nNow we run the city, motherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars, cause we move a lot of raw\nAnd so we\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\n\nI'm gaining on 'em, guess who's getting famous on 'em?\nPrivate planing on 'em, buy cars, no payments on 'em\n\nI ball with guns, I'm a rain this on 'em\nIt's all for fun, we flood the necklace with the saints up on 'em\nTell BIG them 700s, we still waiting on 'em\nThe weather man, we make it snow, we cocainin' on 'em\n\nWe make them bitches melt when they see me out\nWith them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about\nI'm spilling champagne on my dress clothes\nI'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds\nI got these bitches ducking dick like Sheryl Swoopes\nWhen they see me pull to the spot with like several coupes\n\nIt started with some packs, and a cup of gold\nLink up with my dogs, took over the block\nAnd then we\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nNow we run the city, motherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars, cause we move a lot of raw\nAnd so we\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\n\nWe fly to hot spots when New York is chilly\nSo I be dropping drop tops when New York is chilly\nSilly, you know you eating when you could cough up millis\nReally, the cars at least cost a quarter milli\nYou know the lifestyle, back and forth flights out\nSpending money nights out, 'til the Lord say it's lights out\nMy top all off, it's called indecent nudity\nAnd even with the lights all off, you can still see the jewelry\n\nIt started with some packs, and a cup of gold\nLink up with my dogs, took over the block\nAnd then we\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nNow we run the city, motherfuck the law\nPush the latest cars, cause we move a lot of raw\nAnd so we\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\nUhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.33] It started with some packs, and a cup of gold\n[00:06.92] Link up with my dogs, took over the block\n[00:09.73] And then we\n[00:10.81] Uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\n[00:11.74] Uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\n[00:15.18] Now we run the city, motherfuck the law\n[00:20.20] Push the latest cars, cause we move a lot of raw\n[00:23.18] And so we\n[00:24.28] Uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\n[00:24.85] Uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball, uhh, ball\n[00:26.89] \n[00:30.84] I started from an ounce, I stretched that to 42\n[00:34.69] Flipped that to shorty blue, took that to the sported coupe\n[00:38.34] Now, I could get it for a 23, so shorty give me 42\n[00:42.91] And what the fuck you gon do? 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I\n\n  Step out with Cam, Juelz, Freekey, I be dipped as fuck\n  Lookin for my angel, you gotta go through the trunk, and lift it up\n  Pretty bitches still out here sayin \"boy, you lookin lit as fuck\"\n  Three strikes kinda simbilise these three strikes\n  Drop my shells for my niggas in the sells, doing complete life\n\n  I'm sellin' dope in my Adidas\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n  I'm sellin' dope in my Adidas\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Ain't nothin like a new whip\n  Same color, got two pare\n  Ain't nothin like a new wear\n  Same color got two pare\n  I'm sellin' dope in my Adidas\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Heavy dope boy shit\n"},{"id":5947475,"name":"2 Door (feat. Jim Jones, Ball Greezy & Iceberg)","trackName":"2 Door (feat. 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Jim Jones, Ball Greezy & Iceberg)\n  artist: Tory Lanez\n  album: Miami Vampin\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  D-Rock D-Rock\n\n  I come through, drop-top foreign in that hood I'm from\n  These bitches look I look at them I'm like look at me now\n  I'm back to balling like that ngga that you know I was\n  They ask me questions 'bout that Honda that I used to roll\n  I took it back and bought a 2 door\n  My money thicker than a sumo\n  My spanish bitches yellin' deal it low\n  I took her back and bought some new hoes\n  I took it back and bought a two door\n\n  I started out as a basic ngga\n  Till I hooked up with some Haitian nggas\n  Whip that shit like quaker ngga\n  Big 45 got a bake a ngga\n  See I don't give a fuck if the fuck ngga's dry\n  Take me right where the fuck ngga at\n  I put a slug in the fuck ngga hat\n  And knock that fuck ngga off of the map\n  I spin that shit cuz I got that voice\n  I was born in the hood I ain't got no choice\n  Big body Benz with the deuces on it\n  Young nggas yeah but the loose is hommit\n  24-7 on the grind\n  The littlest thing on the block with the iron\n  I had to get rich in the back of my mind\n  And I was too broke to go back in the house\n  I had to get the packages out\n  As soon as the packages out\n  I drop me a grill in my mouth\n  Big jewelry hanging on my neck\n  All type of hoes hanging all in my chest\n  Cuz they heard this ngga done got that check\n  Drop my top my shit all wet\n  Stacks on deck I stayed fresh\n  I told y'all ngga I got this\n\n  I wasn't always rich\n  Coming from the hood there was always bricks\n  Starting from a A from the 4 way sprint\n  Then we got weighed at [?]\n  I was in the hallway with ski mask nggas kick that shit\n  That was at least but 44 whip\n  Hangin at the club with a 40 on the hip\n  I had took that back\n  Just so a ngga could buy him a drop\n  Stolen these nggas and I push that pack\n  Now I'm riding the drive right through the hood\n  Where they cook that crack\n  Ngga you looked at me wrong\n  My ngga hopped out and pushed it back\n  I want some two door shit\n  Thinkin' about buying like two more whips\n  Penthouse cribs with two floors bitch\n  With you and your friend and two more bitch\n  Trying to get better my [?] said\n  Nothing but living my suped up with\n  Ain't nothing better than a suped up bitch\n  Than a ngga leaned back [?]\n\n  Hit a few Os where the roof go\n  I been balling all alone\n  Nggas like room talent at\n  Cuz a ngga's stash got too low\n  But, I'm back bitch\n  Haiti's baby\n  I was born on the exact date that crack hit\n  Grinding up to a hunned stacks for my lil nggas is past tense\n  Gents probably had two fights\n  They whole life but shooting fast quick\n  Two dykes in the room fighting\n  About who's gonna get the last lick\n  Not to toot my own horn\n  But I got them doing a hundred in the [?]\n  And it's worked for me really hand built\n  Got this bitch smelling like a landfill\n  I've been stunting since little nggas\n  Since headbands and Grant Hills\n  Living life in the fast lane while these pussy nggas at a standstill\n  And I ain't even had a spitting game\n  I fucked your whole some fan shit\n"}]