[{"id":3939572,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"K Like A Russian","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.95] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:03.54] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:05.29] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:07.20] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.39] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:07.96] (Got it on smash)\n[00:10.07] Left right, left right\n[00:11.14] I say\n[00:11.95] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.85] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.93] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:17.07] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:17.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:18.31] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.15] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.81] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:26.68] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.26] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.08] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.57] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:35.64] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.00] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:41.03] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.80] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:44.73] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.63] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:48.85] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.54] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:53.11] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.06] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.38] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.07] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.20] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.78] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.86] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:09.99] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.05] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:15.92] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.32] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.78] Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n[01:23.17] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.55] And when that lean around,\n[01:27.47] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:29.56] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:31.94] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.60] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.76] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.12] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.67] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.73] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.69] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:47.51] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.54] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.62] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[01:54.81] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.26] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.46] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.56] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.12] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:05.28] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.63] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.40] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.43] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:14.62] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.58] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:18.99] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.31] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.22] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.13] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:27.53] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:29.41] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.10] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.47] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.46] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.65] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.81] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.28] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:43.81] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.72] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:47.35] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.05] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.12] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.55] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.99] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[02:59.34] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.66] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:06.15] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.29] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.92] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:12.76] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.07] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.75] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:19.66] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.21] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[03:24.97] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.83] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:28.41] She give me head like concussion\n[03:30.68] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:32.75] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.43] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[03:37.51] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[03:39.96] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[03:42.31] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[03:44.57] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[03:46.31] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[03:48.76] I never get jewelry taken\n[03:51.28] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[03:53.09] I don't even gotta shoot\n[03:57.38] My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n[04:01.80] Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:04.23] Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:06.41] Then we may go out for a date\n[04:09.61] After shootin' you in the face\n[04:12.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: K Like A Russian\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: K Like A Russian\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayy Chris bruh\n  start_ms: 1950\n  end_ms: 3540\n- text: This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n  start_ms: 3540\n  end_ms: 5290\n- text: You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n  start_ms: 5290\n  end_ms: 7200\n- text: If we get in a shootout\n  start_ms: 7200\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 7960\n- text: (Got it on smash)\n  start_ms: 7960\n  end_ms: 10070\n- text: Left right, left right\n  start_ms: 10070\n  end_ms: 11140\n- text: I say\n  start_ms: 11140\n  end_ms: 11950\n- text: Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n  start_ms: 11950\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 15930\n- text: My shit make all them sounds,\n  start_ms: 15930\n  end_ms: 17070\n- text: Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 17070\n  end_ms: 17590\n- text: I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 17590\n  end_ms: 18310\n- text: Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 18310\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: Count up the cash in American, English,\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24810\n- text: Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 24810\n  end_ms: 26680\n- text: I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  start_ms: 26680\n  end_ms: 29260\n- text: She give me head like concussion\n  start_ms: 29260\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 33570\n- text: Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  start_ms: 33570\n  end_ms: 35640\n- text: Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":38778672,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"K Like A Russian","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87]Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92]This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84]You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84]If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23]I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59](Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20]Left right, left right\n[00:10.89]I say\n[00:11.56]Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16]We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13]My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75]Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34]I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62]Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97]Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78]Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40]I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64]She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70]Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67]Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16]Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.28]I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.77]Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.53]All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.30]You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.93]You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.80]I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.52]My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:53.93]My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.64]I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.74]If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.11]Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.16]These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:05.18]From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.87]Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.29]Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.87]Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.25]Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.08]Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.75]Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n[01:22.92]Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.42]And when that lean around,\n[01:27.28]Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:29.77]I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.44]Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.56]I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.75]Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.04]Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.40]Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.56]L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.71]They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.07]I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.33]Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.78]Count up the cash in American, English,\n[01:54.91]Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:56.94]I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.02]She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.11]Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.16]Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:05.66]Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.85]I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.42]Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.27]All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:14.73]You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.50]You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.34]I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.02]My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.67]March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.29]That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:27.61]Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.11]I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.12]Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43]I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.50]I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69]Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.76]First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.26]It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.44]These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.91]Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.27]Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.31]I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.22]Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.74]I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.84]Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:00.61]That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.95]These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.88]No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.63]I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.96]Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:12.95]Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.39]Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.62]I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:19.96]Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.37]Count up the cash in American, English,\n[03:24.45]Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.76]I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.00]She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.17]Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:33.03]Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.50]Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[03:37.67]I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[03:40.15]Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[03:41.82]All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[03:44.50]You gettin' jewelry taken\n[03:46.25]You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[03:49.01]I never get jewelry taken\n[03:50.77]My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[03:55.01]I don't even gotta shoot\n[03:59.66]My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n[04:01.88]Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:04.29]Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:06.57]Then we may go out for a date\n[04:09.70]After shootin' you in the face\n[04:12.23]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: K Like A Russian\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: K Like A Russian\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayy Chris bruh\n  start_ms: 1870\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 4840\n- text: You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n  start_ms: 4840\n  end_ms: 5840\n- text: If we get in a shootout\n  start_ms: 5840\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 8590\n- text: (Got it on smash)\n  start_ms: 8590\n  end_ms: 9200\n- text: Left right, left right\n  start_ms: 9200\n  end_ms: 10890\n- text: I say\n  start_ms: 10890\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 13160\n- text: We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 13160\n  end_ms: 15130\n- text: My shit make all them sounds,\n  start_ms: 15130\n  end_ms: 16750\n- text: Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 16750\n  end_ms: 18340\n- text: I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 18340\n  end_ms: 20620\n- text: Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 20620\n  end_ms: 22970\n- text: Count up the cash in American, English,\n  start_ms: 22970\n  end_ms: 24780\n- text: Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 24780\n  end_ms: 27400\n- text: I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  start_ms: 27400\n  end_ms: 29640\n- text: She give me head like concussion\n  start_ms: 29640\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 33670\n- text: Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  start_ms: 33670\n  end_ms: 36160\n- text: Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n[02:07.81] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.56] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.36] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:15.16] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.62] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.45] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.13] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.73] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.54] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:28.20] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.00] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.11] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.53] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.68] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.37] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.65] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.90] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.23] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.44] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.36] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.79] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.68] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:01.60] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.99] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.96] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.54] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.89] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:13.09] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.23] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.90] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:20.16] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.39] Count up the cash in American, English\n[03:24.47] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.89] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.04] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.30] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:32.91] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.89] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":35176418,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"K Like A Russian - Single","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy, Chris, bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on (Woah, woah, woah, woah)\nYou know how them niggas back in the day, they used to be like, \"Left, right, left\" (Let's go)\nIf we get in a shootout, I'ma make that 'K like a Russian (Brrt, brrt, brrt)\n(Got it on Smash)\nLike, \"Left, right, left, take your breath\"\nI said, \"G-Money just bought a pound of the pressure, we've been smokin' exotic product\"\nMy shit— my shit make all them sounds (Woo)\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Bitch)\nFuck a adlib\n\nI got the 'K like a Russian (Okay; Oh yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Okay; Oh yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\nI'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah)\nUh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah)\nLove when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt; Woo)\nWhite police look at me crooked, uh (Why?)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at that IG bitch crooked, why? (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes\nYou getting jewelry taken (Uh-huh)\nYou claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken (Uh-uh)\nMy bitch'd shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\nMy money make me a giant, uh\nHit it like fee-fi-fo, yeah (Let's go)\nIf I go broke, I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough, yeah (His dough)\nThese niggas asking me where I come from, I come from the city where it's colder (Ah, ah, ah, ah; Let's go)\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya (Grrah)\nMan down, look (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\nWho is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down (Oh yeah)\nMe, Lotti, and Max finna have a Perc'-go-round (Oh yeah)\nChris Long saying he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lying-ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around, Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour-it (Uh)\nCatch a body, and I won't even know it (Uh)\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused (Uh-huh)\nMake a album, shit it out, hocus-pocus (Oh yeah)\nCatch him lackin', I'ma shoot in the open (Grrah)\nLike a cigarette, lil' bitch, I'ma smoke him (Grrah)\nL-O-L., all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them, they keep provokin' (Let's-let's-let's go)\n\nI got the 'K like a Russian (Okay; Oh yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Okay; Oh yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\nI'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah; Left, right, left right)\nUh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah; Left, right, left, right, left, right, left right)\nLove when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Okay)\nWhite police look at me crooked, uh (Why?)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why (That's right)\nLook at that IG bitch crooked, why? (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes\nYou getting jewelry taken (Uh-uh)\nYou claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken (Left, right)\nMy bitch'd shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\nMarch on the beat like a motherfucking sergeant (Left, right, left, right)\nThat 40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron (Left, right, left, right)\nMoncler on the moon boots, I'm not from this planet (Left, right, left, right)\nI promise to God, I'm a motherfucking martian (Left, right, left, right; Okay)\nCall me Juice WRLD the Martian, I'm Marvin the Martian (Uh, uh, uh)\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race for Love, it sold so much the first week (Uh, oh, oh, oh)\nThat shit going harder than granite and marble is\nIt may just go Platinum on niggas that haven't gone Gold in a minute (Uh, uh, uh)\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas (Uh, uh, uh)\nI kill pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smith &'s (Grrah)\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas (Uh-uh)\nYeah, I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner (Uh, uh-uh)\nI used to smoke purp', but that shit got old (Uh, uh)\nNow, I smoke Gelato, Biscotti, I'm pimpin' (Uh, uh)\nOh yeah (Haha; They ain't really rappers, oh)\nHuh, that nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers, they don't got no rhythm (Uh, uh)\nThey hide behind 808s and all the synths (Uh)\nI'm your father, Darth Vader, red beam, I'm the Sith (Uh)\nHeard your lil' bitch got herpes, don't think that I'm kiddin' (Eugh)\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck in a minute? (Eugh)\nTried to give it to me, bitch, I'm taken, you trippin'? (Bitch, eugh)\n\nI got the 'K like a Russian (Oh yeah; Okay)\nQuarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Oh yeah; Okay)\nCount up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\nI'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah)\nUh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah)\nLove when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\nWhite police look at me crooked, uh (Why?)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at that IG bitch crooked, why? (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes (All them bitches ugly)\nYou getting jewelry taken (Uh-uh)\nYou claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly? (Pussy-ass nigga)\nI never get jewelry taken (Nah)\nMy bitch'd shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah; In the face)\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'd shoot you in the face (G-Got it on Smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shooting you in the face, ha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: K Like A Russian\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: K Like A Russian - Single\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayy, Chris, bruh\n  This one of those songs you gotta just bust on (Woah, woah, woah, woah)\n  You know how them niggas back in the day, they used to be like, \"Left, right, left\" (Let's go)\n  If we get in a shootout, I'ma make that 'K like a Russian (Brrt, brrt, brrt)\n  (Got it on Smash)\n  Like, \"Left, right, left, take your breath\"\n  I said, \"G-Money just bought a pound of the pressure, we've been smokin' exotic product\"\n  My shit— my shit make all them sounds (Woo)\n  Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Bitch)\n  Fuck a adlib\n\n  I got the 'K like a Russian (Okay; Oh yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Okay; Oh yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\n  I'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah)\n  Uh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah)\n  Love when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt; Woo)\n  White police look at me crooked, uh (Why?)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at that IG bitch crooked, why? (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes\n  You getting jewelry taken (Uh-huh)\n  You claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken (Uh-uh)\n  My bitch'd shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\n  My money make me a giant, uh\n  Hit it like fee-fi-fo, yeah (Let's go)\n  If I go broke, I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough, yeah (His dough)\n  These niggas asking me where I come from, I come from the city where it's colder (Ah, ah, ah, ah; Let's go)\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya (Grrah)\n  Man down, look (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\n  Who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down (Oh yeah)\n  Me, Lotti, and Max finna have a Perc'-go-round (Oh yeah)\n  Chris Long saying he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lying-ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around, Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour-it (Uh)\n  Catch a body, and I won't even know it (Uh)\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused (Uh-huh)\n  Make a album, shit it out, hocus-pocus (Oh yeah)\n  Catch him lackin', I'ma shoot in the open (Grrah)\n  Like a cigarette, lil' bitch, I'ma smoke him (Grrah)\n  L-O-L., all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them, they keep provokin' (Let's-let's-let's go)\n\n  I got the 'K like a Russian (Okay; Oh yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Okay; Oh yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\n  I'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah; Left, right, left right)\n  Uh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah; Left, right, left, right, left, right, left right)\n  Love when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Okay)\n  White police look at me crooked, uh (Why?)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why (That's right)\n  Look at that IG bitch crooked, why? (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes\n  You getting jewelry taken (Uh-uh)\n  You claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken (Left, right)\n  My bitch'd shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah)\n\n  March on the beat like a motherfucking sergeant (Left, right, left, right)\n  That 40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron (Left, right, left, right)\n  Moncler on the moon boots, I'm not from this planet (Left, right, left, right)\n  I promise to God, I'm a motherfucking martian (Left, right, left, right; Okay)\n  Call me Juice WRLD the Martian, I'm Marvin the Martian (Uh, uh, uh)\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race for Love, it sold so much the first week (Uh, oh, oh, oh)\n  That shit going harder than granite and marble is\n  It may just go Platinum on niggas that haven't gone Gold in a minute (Uh, uh, uh)\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas (Uh, uh, uh)\n  I kill pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smith &'s (Grrah)\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas (Uh-uh)\n  Yeah, I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner (Uh, uh-uh)\n  I used to smoke purp', but that shit got old (Uh, uh)\n  Now, I smoke Gelato, Biscotti, I'm pimpin' (Uh, uh)\n  Oh yeah (Haha; They ain't really rappers, oh)\n  Huh, that nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers, they don't got no rhythm (Uh, uh)\n  They hide behind 808s and all the synths (Uh)\n  I'm your father, Darth Vader, red beam, I'm the Sith (Uh)\n  Heard your lil' bitch got herpes, don't think that I'm kiddin' (Eugh)\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck in a minute? (Eugh)\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch, I'm taken, you trippin'? (Bitch, eugh)\n\n  I got the 'K like a Russian (Oh yeah; Okay)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Oh yeah; Okay)\n  Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\n  I'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah)\n  Uh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah)\n  Love when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)\n  White police look at me crooked, uh (Why?)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at that IG bitch crooked, why? (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes (All them bitches ugly)\n  You getting jewelry taken (Uh-uh)\n  You claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly? (Pussy-ass nigga)\n  I never get jewelry taken (Nah)\n  My bitch'd shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah; In the face)\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'd shoot you in the face (G-Got it on Smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shooting you in the face, ha\n"},{"id":28487671,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"K Like A Russian (Lotti Perc Go Round) (JW3)","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.28] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.77] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.53] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.30] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.93] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.80] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.52] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:53.93] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.64] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.74] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.11] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.16] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:05.18] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.87] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.29] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.87] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.25] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.08] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.75] Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n[01:22.92] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.42] And when that lean around,\n[01:27.28] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:29.77] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.44] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.56] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.75] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.04] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.40] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.56] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.71] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.07] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.33] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.78] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[01:54.91] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:56.94] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.02] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.11] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.16] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:05.66] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.85] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.42] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.27] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:14.73] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.50] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.34] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.02] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.67] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.29] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:27.61] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.11] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.12] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.50] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.76] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.26] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.44] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.91] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.27] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.31] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.22] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.74] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.84] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:00.61] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.95] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.88] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.63] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.96] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:12.95] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.39] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.62] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:19.96] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.37] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[03:24.45] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.76] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.00] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.17] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:33.03] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.50] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":2656272,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Rockstar Status","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.28] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.77] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.53] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.30] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.93] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.80] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.52] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:53.93] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.64] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.74] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.11] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.16] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:05.18] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.87] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.29] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.87] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.25] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.08] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.75] Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n[01:22.92] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.42] And when that lean around,\n[01:27.28] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:29.77] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.44] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.56] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.75] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.04] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.40] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.56] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.71] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.07] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.33] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.78] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[01:54.91] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:56.94] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.02] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.11] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.16] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:05.66] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.85] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.42] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.27] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:14.73] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.50] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.34] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.02] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.67] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.29] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:27.61] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.11] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.12] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.50] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.76] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.26] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.44] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.91] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.27] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.31] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.22] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.74] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.84] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:00.61] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.95] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.88] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.63] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.96] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:12.95] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.39] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.62] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:19.96] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.37] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[03:24.45] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.76] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.00] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.17] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:33.03] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.50] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[03:37.67] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[03:40.15] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[03:41.82] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[03:44.50] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[03:46.25] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[03:49.01] I never get jewelry taken\n[03:50.77] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[03:55.01] I don't even gotta shoot\n[03:59.66] My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n[04:01.88] Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:04.29] Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:06.57] Then we may go out for a date\n[04:09.70] After shootin' you in the face\n[04:12.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: K Like A Russian\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: Rockstar Status\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayy Chris bruh\n  start_ms: 1870\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 4840\n- text: You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n  start_ms: 4840\n  end_ms: 5840\n- text: If we get in a shootout\n  start_ms: 5840\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 8590\n- text: (Got it on smash)\n  start_ms: 8590\n  end_ms: 9200\n- text: Left right, left right\n  start_ms: 9200\n  end_ms: 10890\n- text: I say\n  start_ms: 10890\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 13160\n- text: We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 13160\n  end_ms: 15130\n- text: My shit make all them sounds,\n  start_ms: 15130\n  end_ms: 16750\n- text: Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 16750\n  end_ms: 18340\n- text: I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 18340\n  end_ms: 20620\n- text: Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 20620\n  end_ms: 22970\n- text: Count up the cash in American, English,\n  start_ms: 22970\n  end_ms: 24780\n- text: Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 24780\n  end_ms: 27400\n- text: I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  start_ms: 27400\n  end_ms: 29640\n- text: She give me head like concussion\n  start_ms: 29640\n  end_ms: 31700\n- text: Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  start_ms: 31700\n  end_ms: 33670\n- text: Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  start_ms: 33670\n  end_ms: 36160\n- text: Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":30210583,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"The After Party","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.28] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.77] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.53] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.30] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.93] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.80] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.52] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:53.93] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.64] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.74] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.11] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.16] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:05.18] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.87] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.29] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.87] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.25] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.08] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.75] Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n[01:22.92] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.42] And when that lean around,\n[01:27.28] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:29.77] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.44] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.56] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.75] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.04] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.40] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.56] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.71] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.07] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.33] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.78] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[01:54.91] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:56.94] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.02] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.11] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.16] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:05.66] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.85] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.42] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.27] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:14.73] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.50] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.34] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.02] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.67] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.29] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:27.61] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.11] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.12] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.50] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.76] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.26] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.44] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.91] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.27] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.31] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.22] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.74] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.84] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:00.61] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.95] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.88] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.63] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.96] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:12.95] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.39] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.62] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:19.96] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.37] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[03:24.45] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.76] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.00] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.17] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:33.03] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.50] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":32770879,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Known 1","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.28] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.77] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.53] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.30] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.93] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.80] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.52] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:53.93] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.64] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.74] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.11] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.16] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:05.18] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.87] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.29] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.87] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.25] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.08] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.75] Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n[01:22.92] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.42] And when that lean around,\n[01:27.28] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:29.77] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.44] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.56] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.75] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.04] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.40] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.56] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.71] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.07] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.33] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.78] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[01:54.91] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:56.94] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.02] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.11] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.16] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:05.66] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.85] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.42] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.27] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:14.73] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.50] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.34] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.02] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.67] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.29] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:27.61] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.11] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.12] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.50] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.76] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.26] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.44] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.91] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.27] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.31] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.22] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.74] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.84] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:00.61] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.95] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.88] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.63] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.96] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:12.95] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.39] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.62] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:19.96] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.37] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[03:24.45] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.76] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.00] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.17] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:33.03] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.50] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":31254245,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"The Outsiders","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":17896660,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Unreleased","duration":253.466122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.04] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.88] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.64] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.34] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.99] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.79] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.35] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:54.14] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.51] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.93] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.06] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.35] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.95] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.31] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.06] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.80] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.59] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.26] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.98] Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n[01:22.87] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.62] And when that lean around\n[01:28.62] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:30.07] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.46] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.74] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.96] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.21] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.46] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.78] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.76] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.25] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.43] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.64] Count up the cash in American, English\n[01:54.70] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.18] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.34] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.69] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.23] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:06.18] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.81] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.56] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.36] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:15.16] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.62] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.45] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.13] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.73] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.54] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:28.20] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.00] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.11] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.53] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.68] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.37] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.65] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.90] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.23] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.44] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.36] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.79] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.68] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:01.60] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.99] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.96] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.54] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.89] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:13.09] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.23] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.90] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:20.16] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.39] Count up the cash in American, English\n[03:24.47] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.89] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.04] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.30] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:32.91] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.89] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":20336695,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Unreleased Leaks","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds,\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down,\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around,\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English,\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.92] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.84] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.84] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.23] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.59] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.20] Left right, left right\n[00:10.89] I say\n[00:11.56] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.16] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.13] My shit make all them sounds,\n[00:16.75] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.34] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.62] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.97] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[00:24.78] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.40] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.64] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.70] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.67] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.16] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.28] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.77] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.53] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.30] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.93] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.80] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.52] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:53.93] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.64] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.74] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.11] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.16] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:05.18] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.87] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.29] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.87] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.25] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.08] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.75] Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n[01:22.92] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.42] And when that lean around,\n[01:27.28] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:29.77] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.44] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.56] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.75] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.04] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.40] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.56] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.71] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.07] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.33] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.78] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[01:54.91] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:56.94] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.02] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.11] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.16] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:05.66] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.85] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.42] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.27] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:14.73] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.50] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.34] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.02] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.67] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.29] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:27.61] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.11] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.12] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.50] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.76] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.26] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.44] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.91] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.27] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.31] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.22] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.74] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.84] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:00.61] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.95] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.88] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.63] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.96] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:12.95] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.39] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.62] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:19.96] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.37] Count up the cash in American, English,\n[03:24.45] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.76] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.00] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.17] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:33.03] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.50] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down,\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around,\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English,\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":16056719,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"The Party Never Ends - Deluxe","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.04] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.88] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.64] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.34] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.99] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.79] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.35] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:54.14] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.51] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.93] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.06] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.35] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.95] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.31] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.06] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.80] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.59] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.26] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.98] Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n[01:22.87] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.62] And when that lean around\n[01:28.62] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:30.07] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.46] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.74] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.96] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.21] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.46] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.78] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.76] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.25] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.43] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.64] Count up the cash in American, English\n[01:54.70] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.18] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.34] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.69] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.23] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:06.18] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.81] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.56] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.36] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:15.16] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.62] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.45] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.13] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.73] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.54] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:28.20] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.00] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.11] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.53] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.68] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.37] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.65] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.90] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.23] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.44] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.36] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.79] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.68] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:01.60] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.99] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.96] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.54] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.89] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:13.09] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.23] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.90] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:20.16] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.39] Count up the cash in American, English\n[03:24.47] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.89] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.04] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.30] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:32.91] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.89] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":14793266,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"OUT","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.04] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.88] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.64] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.34] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.99] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.79] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.35] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:54.14] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.51] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.93] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.06] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.35] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.95] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.31] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.06] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.80] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.59] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.26] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.98] Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n[01:22.87] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.62] And when that lean around\n[01:28.62] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:30.07] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.46] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.74] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.96] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.21] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.46] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.78] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.76] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.25] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.43] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.64] Count up the cash in American, English\n[01:54.70] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.18] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.34] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.69] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.23] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:06.18] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":15740168,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"The Party Never Ends (Max Lord Version)","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.04] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.88] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.64] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.34] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.99] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.79] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.35] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:54.14] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.51] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.93] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.06] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.35] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.95] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.31] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.06] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.80] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.59] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.26] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.98] Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n[01:22.87] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.62] And when that lean around\n[01:28.62] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:30.07] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.46] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.74] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.96] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.21] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.46] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.78] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.76] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.25] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.43] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.64] Count up the cash in American, English\n[01:54.70] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.18] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.34] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.69] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.23] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:06.18] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.81] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.56] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.36] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:15.16] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.62] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.45] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.13] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.73] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.54] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:28.20] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.00] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.11] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.53] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.68] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.37] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.65] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.90] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.23] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.44] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.36] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.79] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.68] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:01.60] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.99] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.96] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.54] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.89] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:13.09] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.23] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.90] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:20.16] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.39] Count up the cash in American, English\n[03:24.47] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.89] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.04] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.30] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:32.91] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.89] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":11066133,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"In The Air","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.04] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.88] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.64] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.34] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.99] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.79] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.35] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:54.14] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.51] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.93] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.06] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.35] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.95] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.31] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.06] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.80] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.59] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.26] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.98] Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n[01:22.87] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.62] And when that lean around\n[01:28.62] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:30.07] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.46] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.74] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.96] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.21] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.46] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.78] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.76] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.25] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.43] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.64] Count up the cash in American, English\n[01:54.70] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.18] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.34] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.69] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.23] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:06.18] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":10499889,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Outsiders (Sessions)","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.04] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.88] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.64] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.34] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.99] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.79] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.35] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:54.14] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.51] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.93] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.06] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.35] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.95] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.31] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.06] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.80] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.59] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.26] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.98] Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n[01:22.87] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.62] And when that lean around\n[01:28.62] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:30.07] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.46] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.74] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.96] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.21] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.46] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.78] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.76] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.25] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.43] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.64] Count up the cash in American, English\n[01:54.70] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.18] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.34] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.69] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.23] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:06.18] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.81] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.56] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.36] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:15.16] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.62] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.45] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.13] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.73] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.54] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:28.20] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.00] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.11] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.53] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.68] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.37] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.65] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.90] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.23] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.44] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.36] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.79] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.68] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:01.60] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.99] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.96] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.54] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.89] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:13.09] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.23] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.90] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:20.16] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.39] Count up the cash in American, English\n[03:24.47] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.89] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.04] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.30] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:32.91] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.89] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":11489373,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Drip, Drip","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n[03:37.51] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[03:40.32] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[03:42.10] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[03:44.83] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[03:46.35] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[03:49.10] I never get jewelry taken\n[03:50.82] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[03:55.52] I don't even gotta shoot\n[03:59.95] My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n[04:02.02] Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:04.36] Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:06.50] Then we may go out for a date\n[04:10.19] After shootin' you in the face\n[04:11.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: K Like A Russian\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: Drip, Drip\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayy Chris bruh\n  start_ms: 1810\n  end_ms: 2730\n- text: This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 4220\n- text: You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n  start_ms: 4220\n  end_ms: 5530\n- text: If we get in a shootout\n  start_ms: 5530\n  end_ms: 7310\n- text: I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n  start_ms: 7310\n  end_ms: 8740\n- text: (Got it on smash)\n  start_ms: 8740\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Left right, left right\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 10700\n- text: I say\n  start_ms: 10700\n  end_ms: 11980\n- text: Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n  start_ms: 11980\n  end_ms: 13680\n- text: We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 13680\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: My shit make all them sounds\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 18590\n- text: I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 18590\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 22910\n- text: Count up the cash in American, English\n  start_ms: 22910\n  end_ms: 24990\n- text: Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 24990\n  end_ms: 27150\n- text: I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  start_ms: 27150\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: She give me head like concussion\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 31820\n- text: Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  start_ms: 31820\n  end_ms: 33640\n- text: Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  start_ms: 33640\n  end_ms: 36480\n- text: Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"},{"id":11533108,"name":"K Like A Russian","trackName":"K Like A Russian","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Die To Live","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy Chris bruh\nThis one of those songs you gotta just bust on\nYou know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\nIf we get in a shootout\nI'ma keep that K like a Russian\n(Got it on smash)\nLeft right, left right\nI say\nGmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\nWe been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\nMy shit make all them sounds\nFuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMy money make me a giant, oh\nI hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\nIf I go broke I'ma take his dough\nRob him for his dough\nThese niggas asking me where I come\nFrom, I come from the city where its colder\nAlways gotta look over your shoulder\nNever know when someone wanna smoke ya\nMan down, look, who is the man now?\nCan't wait 'til the drugs touch down\nMe and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\nChris Long say he puttin' them down\nKnow he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\nAnd when that lean around\nLotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\nI'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\nCatch a body and I won't even know it\nI make a song off the purple, I'm focused\nMake an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\nCatch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\nLike a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\nL-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\nThey may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nMarch on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\nThat .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\nMoncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\nI promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\nCall me Juice WRLD the martian\nI'm Marvin the Martian\nI'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\nDropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\nFirst week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\nIt may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\nThese niggas been slippin'\nPussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\nPussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\nI don't got time for these rookie niggas\nYeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\nI used to smoke purple but that shit got\nOld now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\nThat nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\nThese niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\nNo rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\nI'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\nHeard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\nWhy you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\nTried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\nI grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\nQuarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\nCount up the cash in American, English\nSpanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\nI'm at yo' head like concussion\nShe give me head like concussion\nLove when she suck with her tongue and she\nPut it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\nWhy police look at me crooked? (Why)\nI'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\nLook at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\nAll these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\nYou gettin' jewelry taken\nYou claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\nI never get jewelry taken\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\nI don't even gotta shoot\nMy bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\nThen she shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we shoot your bitch in the face\nThen we may go out for a date\nAfter shootin' you in the face","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Ayy Chris bruh\n[00:02.73] This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n[00:04.22] You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n[00:05.53] If we get in a shootout\n[00:07.31] I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n[00:08.74] (Got it on smash)\n[00:09.28] Left right, left right\n[00:10.70] I say\n[00:11.98] Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n[00:13.68] We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n[00:15.35] My shit make all them sounds\n[00:17.04] Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n[00:18.59] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[00:20.44] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[00:22.91] Count up the cash in American, English\n[00:24.99] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[00:27.15] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[00:29.52] She give me head like concussion\n[00:31.82] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[00:33.64] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[00:36.48] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[00:38.04] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[00:40.88] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[00:42.64] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[00:45.34] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[00:46.99] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[00:49.79] I never get jewelry taken\n[00:51.35] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[00:54.14] My money make me a giant, oh\n[00:56.51] I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n[00:58.93] If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n[01:01.06] Rob him for his dough\n[01:03.35] These niggas asking me where I come\n[01:04.95] From, I come from the city where its colder\n[01:07.31] Always gotta look over your shoulder\n[01:10.06] Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n[01:12.80] Man down, look, who is the man now?\n[01:16.59] Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n[01:18.26] Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n[01:20.98] Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n[01:22.87] Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n[01:25.62] And when that lean around\n[01:28.62] Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n[01:30.07] I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n[01:32.46] Catch a body and I won't even know it\n[01:34.74] I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n[01:36.96] Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n[01:39.21] Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n[01:41.46] Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n[01:43.78] L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n[01:45.76] They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n[01:48.25] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[01:50.43] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[01:52.64] Count up the cash in American, English\n[01:54.70] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[01:57.18] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[01:59.34] She give me head like concussion\n[02:01.69] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[02:03.23] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[02:06.18] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[02:07.81] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[02:10.56] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[02:12.36] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[02:15.16] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[02:16.62] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[02:19.45] I never get jewelry taken\n[02:21.13] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[02:23.73] March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n[02:25.54] That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n[02:28.20] Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n[02:30.00] I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n[02:32.11] Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n[02:33.43] I'm Marvin the Martian\n[02:34.53] I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n[02:36.69] Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n[02:38.68] First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n[02:41.37] It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n[02:44.65] These niggas been slippin'\n[02:45.90] Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n[02:48.23] Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n[02:50.44] I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n[02:52.36] Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n[02:54.79] I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n[02:56.68] Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n[03:01.60] That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n[03:03.99] These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n[03:05.96] No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n[03:08.54] I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n[03:10.89] Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n[03:13.09] Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n[03:15.23] Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n[03:17.90] I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n[03:20.16] Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n[03:22.39] Count up the cash in American, English\n[03:24.47] Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n[03:26.89] I'm at yo' head like concussion\n[03:29.04] She give me head like concussion\n[03:31.30] Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n[03:32.91] Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n[03:35.89] Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n[03:37.51] I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n[03:40.32] Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n[03:42.10] All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n[03:44.83] You gettin' jewelry taken\n[03:46.35] You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n[03:49.10] I never get jewelry taken\n[03:50.82] My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n[03:55.52] I don't even gotta shoot\n[03:59.95] My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n[04:02.02] Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:04.36] Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n[04:06.50] Then we may go out for a date\n[04:10.19] After shootin' you in the face\n[04:11.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: K Like A Russian\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: Die To Live\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayy Chris bruh\n  start_ms: 1810\n  end_ms: 2730\n- text: This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 4220\n- text: You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n  start_ms: 4220\n  end_ms: 5530\n- text: If we get in a shootout\n  start_ms: 5530\n  end_ms: 7310\n- text: I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n  start_ms: 7310\n  end_ms: 8740\n- text: (Got it on smash)\n  start_ms: 8740\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Left right, left right\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 10700\n- text: I say\n  start_ms: 10700\n  end_ms: 11980\n- text: Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n  start_ms: 11980\n  end_ms: 13680\n- text: We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 13680\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: My shit make all them sounds\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 18590\n- text: I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 18590\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 22910\n- text: Count up the cash in American, English\n  start_ms: 22910\n  end_ms: 24990\n- text: Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 24990\n  end_ms: 27150\n- text: I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  start_ms: 27150\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: She give me head like concussion\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 31820\n- text: Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  start_ms: 31820\n  end_ms: 33640\n- text: Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  start_ms: 33640\n  end_ms: 36480\n- text: Why police look at me crooked? 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(Why)\n  start_ms: 215890\n  end_ms: 217510\n- text: I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  start_ms: 217510\n  end_ms: 220320\n- text: Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  start_ms: 220320\n  end_ms: 222100\n- text: All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  start_ms: 222100\n  end_ms: 224830\n- text: You gettin' jewelry taken\n  start_ms: 224830\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 229100\n- text: I never get jewelry taken\n  start_ms: 229100\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 235520\n- text: I don't even gotta shoot\n  start_ms: 235520\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244360\n- text: Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  start_ms: 244360\n  end_ms: 246500\n- text: Then we may go out for a date\n  start_ms: 246500\n  end_ms: 250190\n- text: After shootin' you in the face\n  start_ms: 250190\n  end_ms: 251750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251750\nplain: |-\n  Ayy Chris bruh\n  This one of those songs you gotta just bust on\n  You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to\n  If we get in a shootout\n  I'ma keep that K like a Russian\n  (Got it on smash)\n  Left right, left right\n  I say\n  Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure\n  We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)\n  My shit make all them sounds\n  Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  My money make me a giant, oh\n  I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo\n  If I go broke I'ma take his dough\n  Rob him for his dough\n  These niggas asking me where I come\n  From, I come from the city where its colder\n  Always gotta look over your shoulder\n  Never know when someone wanna smoke ya\n  Man down, look, who is the man now?\n  Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down\n  Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round\n  Chris Long say he puttin' them down\n  Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)\n  And when that lean around\n  Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)\n  I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour\n  Catch a body and I won't even know it\n  I make a song off the purple, I'm focused\n  Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus\n  Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open\n  Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him\n  L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'\n  They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant\n  That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron\n  Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet\n  I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian\n  Call me Juice WRLD the martian\n  I'm Marvin the Martian\n  I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous\n  Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the\n  First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles\n  It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute\n  These niggas been slippin'\n  Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill\n  Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons\n  I don't got time for these rookie niggas\n  Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner\n  I used to smoke purple but that shit got\n  Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'\n  That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him\n  These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got\n  No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths\n  I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith\n  Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'\n  Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?\n  Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'\n\n  I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)\n  Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)\n  Count up the cash in American, English\n  Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)\n  I'm at yo' head like concussion\n  She give me head like concussion\n  Love when she suck with her tongue and she\n  Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion\n  Why police look at me crooked? (Why)\n  I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why\n  Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)\n  All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes\n  You gettin' jewelry taken\n  You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?\n  I never get jewelry taken\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'\n\n  I don't even gotta shoot\n  My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)\n  Then she shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we shoot your bitch in the face\n  Then we may go out for a date\n  After shootin' you in the face\n"}]