[{"id":26347401,"name":"Tuna Roll","trackName":"Tuna Roll","artistName":"Kid Ink","albumName":"Tuna Roll - Single","duration":225.724082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Business as usual\nMoney on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle\nFuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle\nNiggas know I'm raw-tuna roll\n\nYou know what it is kid ink up in this bitch\nHear that errr smell the scent\nBitch I'm all, all in\nOne hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would\nWhat I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift\nAlumni we the illest\nSicker than contagion\nAll up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'\nKnow that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia\nSay I don't be in my city? Who the fuck is you pholasin\nLets go!\nYeah!\nWell Alright!\n\nIt go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes out\nSwimmin' in the money and im livin, boathouse\nI dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud\nTell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!\nBack on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in\nSware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin' all that abstinence\nYeah!\nBitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb\nNiggas know I'm raw tuna roll\n\nBatter up, I'm outta here\nFind me in the cut like I live there\nIm the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry\nSee me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air\nSorry your honor but I had to kill em'\nNiggas think they hard but they softer than pillows\nAnd im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers\nPissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings\nTell em!\nIm on!\n\nOkay, snapback, hatback\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nBlow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad\nBitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts\nIm the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses\nWhat up!\nHold up, have a taste\nYou ain't gotta go to outer space\nYou can see the stars baby, welcome to the show\nYeah these niggas know im raw, tuna roll!\nAlumini Bitch!\nWheels Up!\nNiggas know im raw Tuna roll!","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.89] Business as usual\n[00:17.40] Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle\n[00:20.73] Fuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle\n[00:24.36] Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll\n[00:41.66] You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch\n[00:44.79] Hear that errr smell the scent\n[00:46.52] Bitch I'm all, all in\n[00:48.28] One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would\n[00:52.28] What I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift\n[00:55.26] Alumni we the illest\n[00:57.23] Sicker than contagion\n[00:59.03] All up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'\n[01:02.14] Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia\n[01:05.57] Say I don't be in my city? Who the fuck is you pholasin\n[01:09.25] Lets go!\n[01:12.59] Yeah!\n[01:15.18] Well Alright!\n[01:22.13] It go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes out\n[01:26.66] Swimmin' in the money and im livin, boathouse\n[01:30.10] I dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud\n[01:33.17] Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!\n[01:37.48] Back on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in\n[01:40.61] Sware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin' all that abstinence\n[01:43.97] Yeah!\n[01:44.70] Bitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb\n[01:47.75] Niggas know I'm raw tuna roll\n[02:04.44] Batter up, I'm outta here\n[02:08.45] Find me in the cut like I live there\n[02:11.78] Im the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry\n[02:15.07] See me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air\n[02:18.34] Sorry your honor but I had to kill em'\n[02:21.77] Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows\n[02:25.17] And im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers\n[02:29.08] Pissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings\n[02:32.13] Tell em!\n[02:37.03] Im on!\n[02:45.78] Okay, snapback, hatback\n[02:47.96] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[02:49.42] Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad\n[02:53.27] Bitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts\n[02:56.02] Im the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses\n[02:59.56] What up!\n[03:01.40] Hold up, have a taste\n[03:04.77] You ain't gotta go to outer space\n[03:06.73] You can see the stars baby, welcome to the show\n[03:10.16] Yeah these niggas know im raw, tuna roll!\n[03:21.66] Alumini Bitch!\n[03:25.91] Wheels Up!\n[03:37.69] Niggas know im raw Tuna roll!\n[03:42.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tuna Roll\n artist: Kid Ink\n album: Tuna Roll - Single\n duration_ms: 225724\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Business as usual\n start_ms: 14890\n end_ms: 17400\n- text: Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle\n start_ms: 17400\n end_ms: 20730\n- text: Fuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle\n start_ms: 20730\n end_ms: 24360\n- text: Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll\n start_ms: 24360\n end_ms: 41660\n- text: You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch\n start_ms: 41660\n end_ms: 44790\n- text: Hear that errr smell the scent\n start_ms: 44790\n end_ms: 46520\n- text: Bitch I'm all, all in\n start_ms: 46520\n end_ms: 48280\n- text: One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would\n start_ms: 48280\n end_ms: 52280\n- text: What I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift\n start_ms: 52280\n end_ms: 55260\n- text: Alumni we the illest\n start_ms: 55260\n end_ms: 57230\n- text: Sicker than contagion\n start_ms: 57230\n end_ms: 59030\n- text: All up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'\n start_ms: 59030\n end_ms: 62140\n- text: Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia\n start_ms: 62140\n end_ms: 65570\n- text: Say I don't be in my city? 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Who the fuck is you fugazing, let's go\n\nIt go Peter picked them peppers, nigga, I just picked them hoes out\nSwimming in the money, how I'm living, boathouse\nI don't need a floaty cause I'm sitting on a cloud\nTell the world kiss my ass head up, look at me now bitch\nBack on immense, stack on stack I'm racking it in\nSwear that they ain't fucking with me, talking all that abstinence\nYeah, bitch I'm blowing up, you the bomb\nNiggas know I'm raw, tuna roll\n\nBatter up, I'm outta here\nFind me in the cut like aloe vera\nI'm the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry\nSee me throwing money in the sky 'til I'm outta air\nSorry your honour but I had to kill 'em\nNiggas think they hard but they softer than pillows\nAnd I'm high off a pill in the building like dealers\nPissing off the tenants give a fuck 'bout your feelings, tell 'em\n\nI'm on, yeah\n\nOkay, snapback, hatback, smoking on that loud pack\nBlow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad\nBitch I'm worth a milli, even more before the taxes\nI'm the realest on the atlas you can go and ask the masses, what up? What's up\nWhat's up? Uh, roll up, hold up, have a taste\nYou ain't gotta go to outer space\nTo see the stars baby, welcome to the show\nYeah these niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll, yeah\n\nAlumini bitch\nWheels up\nNiggas know I'm raw, tuna roll","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.56] Yeah. turn me up\n[00:09.19] Uh, business as usual\n[00:16.37] Money on my mind, I can feel it in my cuticle\n[00:21.09] Fuck the 9 to 5, wasn't made for a cubicle\n[00:24.64] Now know I'm raw, tuna roll\n[00:27.10] Yep\n[00:41.71] Uh you know what it is, Kid Ink up in this bitch\n[00:44.79] Hear that errr smell the scent, bitch I'm on, all in\n[00:47.01] One hit'll leave a nigga's nose twitching like Bewitched\n[00:51.62] So what I'm smoking on, I swear to God I'm floating in a drift\n[00:54.20] Alumni we the illest, sicker than Contagion\n[00:57.83] All up in your hood like my niggas work at Kragen\n[01:02.15] Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Beijing\n[01:05.60] Say I don't be in my city? 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What's up\n[03:01.24] What's up? 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Who the fuck is you fugazing, let's go\n\n It go Peter picked them peppers, nigga, I just picked them hoes out\n Swimming in the money, how I'm living, boathouse\n I don't need a floaty cause I'm sitting on a cloud\n Tell the world kiss my ass head up, look at me now bitch\n Back on immense, stack on stack I'm racking it in\n Swear that they ain't fucking with me, talking all that abstinence\n Yeah, bitch I'm blowing up, you the bomb\n Niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll\n\n Batter up, I'm outta here\n Find me in the cut like aloe vera\n I'm the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry\n See me throwing money in the sky 'til I'm outta air\n Sorry your honour but I had to kill 'em\n Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows\n And I'm high off a pill in the building like dealers\n Pissing off the tenants give a fuck 'bout your feelings, tell 'em\n\n I'm on, yeah\n\n Okay, snapback, hatback, smoking on that loud pack\n Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad\n Bitch I'm worth a milli, even more before the taxes\n I'm the realest on the atlas you can go and ask the masses, what up? 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Who the fuck is you pholasin\nLets go!\nYeah!\nWell Alright!\n\nIt go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes out\nSwimmin' in the money and im livin, boathouse\nI dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud\nTell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!\nBack on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in\nSware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin' all that abstinence\nYeah!\nBitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb\nNiggas know I'm raw tuna roll\n\nBatter up, I'm outta here\nFind me in the cut like I live there\nIm the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry\nSee me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air\nSorry your honor but I had to kill em'\nNiggas think they hard but they softer than pillows\nAnd im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers\nPissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings\nTell em!\nIm on!\n\nOkay, snapback, hatback\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nBlow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad\nBitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts\nIm the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses\nWhat up!\nHold up, have a taste\nYou ain't gotta go to outer space\nYou can see the stars baby, welcome to the show\nYeah these niggas know im raw, tuna roll!\nAlumini Bitch!\nWheels Up!\nNiggas know im raw Tuna roll!","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.89] Business as usual\n[00:17.40] Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle\n[00:20.73] Fuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle\n[00:24.36] Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll\n[00:41.66] You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch\n[00:44.79] Hear that errr smell the scent\n[00:46.52] Bitch I'm all, all in\n[00:48.28] One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would\n[00:52.28] What I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift\n[00:55.26] Alumni we the illest\n[00:57.23] Sicker than contagion\n[00:59.03] All up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'\n[01:02.14] Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia\n[01:05.57] Say I don't be in my city? Who the fuck is you pholasin\n[01:09.25] Lets go!\n[01:12.59] Yeah!\n[01:15.18] Well Alright!\n[01:22.13] It go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes out\n[01:26.66] Swimmin' in the money and im livin, boathouse\n[01:30.10] I dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud\n[01:33.17] Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!\n[01:37.48] Back on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in\n[01:40.61] Sware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin' all that abstinence\n[01:43.97] Yeah!\n[01:44.70] Bitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb\n[01:47.75] Niggas know I'm raw tuna roll\n[02:04.44] Batter up, I'm outta here\n[02:08.45] Find me in the cut like I live there\n[02:11.78] Im the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry\n[02:15.07] See me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air\n[02:18.34] Sorry your honor but I had to kill em'\n[02:21.77] Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows\n[02:25.17] And im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers\n[02:29.08] Pissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings\n[02:32.13] Tell em!\n[02:37.03] Im on!\n[02:45.78] Okay, snapback, hatback\n[02:47.96] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[02:49.42] Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad\n[02:53.27] Bitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts\n[02:56.02] Im the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses\n[02:59.56] What up!\n[03:01.40] Hold up, have a taste\n[03:04.77] You ain't gotta go to outer space\n[03:06.73] You can see the stars baby, welcome to the show\n[03:10.16] Yeah these niggas know im raw, tuna roll!\n[03:21.66] Alumini Bitch!\n[03:25.91] Wheels Up!\n[03:37.69] Niggas know im raw Tuna roll!\n[03:42.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tuna Roll\n artist: Kid Ink\n album: Tuna Rol\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Business as usual\n start_ms: 14890\n end_ms: 17400\n- text: Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle\n start_ms: 17400\n end_ms: 20730\n- text: Fuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle\n start_ms: 20730\n end_ms: 24360\n- text: Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll\n start_ms: 24360\n end_ms: 41660\n- text: You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch\n start_ms: 41660\n end_ms: 44790\n- text: Hear that errr smell the scent\n start_ms: 44790\n end_ms: 46520\n- text: Bitch I'm all, all in\n start_ms: 46520\n end_ms: 48280\n- text: One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would\n start_ms: 48280\n end_ms: 52280\n- text: What I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift\n start_ms: 52280\n end_ms: 55260\n- text: Alumni we the illest\n start_ms: 55260\n end_ms: 57230\n- text: Sicker than contagion\n start_ms: 57230\n end_ms: 59030\n- text: All up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'\n start_ms: 59030\n end_ms: 62140\n- text: Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia\n start_ms: 62140\n end_ms: 65570\n- text: Say I don't be in my city? 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Who the fuck is you pholasin\n[01:09.25] Lets go!\n[01:12.59] Yeah!\n[01:15.18] Well Alright!\n[01:22.13] It go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes out\n[01:26.66] Swimmin' in the money and im livin, boathouse\n[01:30.10] I dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud\n[01:33.17] Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!\n[01:37.48] Back on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in\n[01:40.61] Sware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin' all that abstinence\n[01:43.97] Yeah!\n[01:44.70] Bitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb\n[01:47.75] Niggas know I'm raw tuna roll\n[02:04.44] Batter up, I'm outta here\n[02:08.45] Find me in the cut like I live there\n[02:11.78] Im the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry\n[02:15.07] See me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air\n[02:18.34] Sorry your honor but I had to kill em'\n[02:21.77] Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows\n[02:25.17] And im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers\n[02:29.08] Pissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings\n[02:32.13] Tell em!\n[02:37.03] Im on!\n[02:45.78] Okay, snapback, hatback\n[02:47.96] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[02:49.42] Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad\n[02:53.27] Bitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts\n[02:56.02] Im the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses\n[02:59.56] What up!\n[03:01.40] Hold up, have a taste\n[03:04.77] You ain't gotta go to outer space\n[03:06.73] You can see the stars baby, welcome to the show\n[03:10.16] Yeah these niggas know im raw, tuna roll!\n[03:21.66] Alumini Bitch!\n[03:25.91] Wheels Up!\n[03:37.69] Niggas know im raw Tuna roll!\n[03:42.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tuna Roll\n artist: Kid Ink\n album: Wheels Up\n duration_ms: 225731\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Business as usual\n start_ms: 14890\n end_ms: 17400\n- text: Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle\n start_ms: 17400\n end_ms: 20730\n- text: Fuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle\n start_ms: 20730\n end_ms: 24360\n- text: Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll\n start_ms: 24360\n end_ms: 41660\n- text: You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch\n start_ms: 41660\n end_ms: 44790\n- text: Hear that errr smell the scent\n start_ms: 44790\n end_ms: 46520\n- text: Bitch I'm all, all in\n start_ms: 46520\n end_ms: 48280\n- text: One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would\n start_ms: 48280\n end_ms: 52280\n- text: What I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift\n start_ms: 52280\n end_ms: 55260\n- text: Alumni we the illest\n start_ms: 55260\n end_ms: 57230\n- text: Sicker than contagion\n start_ms: 57230\n end_ms: 59030\n- text: All up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'\n start_ms: 59030\n end_ms: 62140\n- text: Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia\n start_ms: 62140\n end_ms: 65570\n- text: Say I don't be in my city? 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