[{"id":13043734,"name":"The West","trackName":"The West","artistName":"King Combs","albumName":"Cyncerely, C3 - EP","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kai Ca$h]\nYeah, I'm on the Westside, nigga\nWestside, get the money, but I'm Eastside nigga\nYeah, uh\n\nI laid her down, now she out like a light switch\nPut her legs in the air like a pilot\nNY summertime where the vibes is\nThursdays, I show love out in Dyckman\nWestside hear this knock, bet they like this\nShow Cali some love, only right, uh\nNo, I can't fall in love, not my type, uh\nEven play with the flu like I'm Mike, uh\nScoreboard on my bullshit like Jordan is\nUp like a ornament, Cash in the audience\nMoney bags on the way like I ordered it\nBills green like Forrest is, tough like Chuck Norris is\nNew hundreds, they sick, bitch, they blue, uh (Blue)\nPeel the top back, I rip off my roof, uh (Roof)\nNiggas couldn't walk a inch in my suit, uh (Suit)\nGot my cash in rotation, shit loop, uh\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100\n\nYeah, you can see this drip when I walk\nLil' bitch, this a boss when I talk\nI mack down, spend a bag in Philippe\nCYN took your girl, that's for keeps\nYeah, that's facts, take your girl when we wanna (What, what?)\nIf I pass to the gang, she a goner (Say what, what?)\nIf she come to the crib, she a goner (Huh, huh?)\nPush to start, got no keys, that's a foreign (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nSince young, CYN been the same gang (What, what?)\nStay low and stack dough and just maintain (What, what?)\nI get money and my gang do the same thing\nGold Rollie, white face, that shit Plain Jane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCount checks, I stack up like Eiffel (What, what?)\nMy wrist on ice, VVs dance like Michael (Say what, what?)\nMight just go blind, my lady don't like you (Huh, huh?)\nShe not too nice, we get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The West\n  artist: King Combs\n  album: Cyncerely, C3 - EP\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kai Ca$h]\n  Yeah, I'm on the Westside, nigga\n  Westside, get the money, but I'm Eastside nigga\n  Yeah, uh\n\n  I laid her down, now she out like a light switch\n  Put her legs in the air like a pilot\n  NY summertime where the vibes is\n  Thursdays, I show love out in Dyckman\n  Westside hear this knock, bet they like this\n  Show Cali some love, only right, uh\n  No, I can't fall in love, not my type, uh\n  Even play with the flu like I'm Mike, uh\n  Scoreboard on my bullshit like Jordan is\n  Up like a ornament, Cash in the audience\n  Money bags on the way like I ordered it\n  Bills green like Forrest is, tough like Chuck Norris is\n  New hundreds, they sick, bitch, they blue, uh (Blue)\n  Peel the top back, I rip off my roof, uh (Roof)\n  Niggas couldn't walk a inch in my suit, uh (Suit)\n  Got my cash in rotation, shit loop, uh\n\n  I took a deal just to beat that indictment\n  My New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\n  I got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\n  Before we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\n  It's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\n  Had to take a deal just to see snowfall\n  I ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\n  Flights to the Eastside gettin' money\n  Flights to the Westside, stay 100\n\n  Yeah, you can see this drip when I walk\n  Lil' bitch, this a boss when I talk\n  I mack down, spend a bag in Philippe\n  CYN took your girl, that's for keeps\n  Yeah, that's facts, take your girl when we wanna (What, what?)\n  If I pass to the gang, she a goner (Say what, what?)\n  If she come to the crib, she a goner (Huh, huh?)\n  Push to start, got no keys, that's a foreign (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Since young, CYN been the same gang (What, what?)\n  Stay low and stack dough and just maintain (What, what?)\n  I get money and my gang do the same thing\n  Gold Rollie, white face, that shit Plain Jane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Count checks, I stack up like Eiffel (What, what?)\n  My wrist on ice, VVs dance like Michael (Say what, what?)\n  Might just go blind, my lady don't like you (Huh, huh?)\n  She not too nice, we get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai\n\n  I took a deal just to beat that indictment\n  My New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\n  I got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\n  Before we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\n  It's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\n  Had to take a deal just to see snowfall\n  I ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\n  Flights to the Eastside gettin' money\n  Flights to the Westside, stay 100\n"},{"id":12658211,"name":"The West","trackName":"The West","artistName":"King Combs","albumName":"Cyncerely, C3","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kai Ca$h]\nYeah, I'm on the Westside, nigga\nWestside, get the money, but I'm Eastside nigga\nYeah, uh\n\nI laid her down, now she out like a light switch\nPut her legs in the air like a pilot\nNY summertime where the vibes is\nThursdays, I show love out in Dyckman\nWestside hear this knock, bet they like this\nShow Cali some love, only right, uh\nNo, I can't fall in love, not my type, uh\nEven play with the flu like I'm Mike, uh\nScoreboard on my bullshit like Jordan is\nUp like a ornament, Cash in the audience\nMoney bags on the way like I ordered it\nBills green like Forrest is, tough like Chuck Norris is\nNew hundreds, they sick, bitch, they blue, uh (Blue)\nPeel the top back, I rip off my roof, uh (Roof)\nNiggas couldn't walk a inch in my suit, uh (Suit)\nGot my cash in rotation, shit loop, uh\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100\n\nYeah, you can see this drip when I walk\nLil' bitch, this a boss when I talk\nI mack down, spend a bag in Philippe\nCYN took your girl, that's for keeps\nYeah, that's facts, take your girl when we wanna (What, what?)\nIf I pass to the gang, she a goner (Say what, what?)\nIf she come to the crib, she a goner (Huh, huh?)\nPush to start, got no keys, that's a foreign (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nSince young, CYN been the same gang (What, what?)\nStay low and stack dough and just maintain (What, what?)\nI get money and my gang do the same thing\nGold Rollie, white face, that shit Plain Jane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCount checks, I stack up like Eiffel (What, what?)\nMy wrist on ice, VVs dance like Michael (Say what, what?)\nMight just go blind, my lady don't like you (Huh, huh?)\nShe not too nice, we get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The West\n  artist: King Combs\n  album: Cyncerely, C3\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kai Ca$h]\n  Yeah, I'm on the Westside, nigga\n  Westside, get the money, but I'm Eastside nigga\n  Yeah, uh\n\n  I laid her down, now she out like a light switch\n  Put her legs in the air like a pilot\n  NY summertime where the vibes is\n  Thursdays, I show love out in Dyckman\n  Westside hear this knock, bet they like this\n  Show Cali some love, only right, uh\n  No, I can't fall in love, not my type, uh\n  Even play with the flu like I'm Mike, uh\n  Scoreboard on my bullshit like Jordan is\n  Up like a ornament, Cash in the audience\n  Money bags on the way like I ordered it\n  Bills green like Forrest is, tough like Chuck Norris is\n  New hundreds, they sick, bitch, they blue, uh (Blue)\n  Peel the top back, I rip off my roof, uh (Roof)\n  Niggas couldn't walk a inch in my suit, uh (Suit)\n  Got my cash in rotation, shit loop, uh\n\n  I took a deal just to beat that indictment\n  My New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\n  I got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\n  Before we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\n  It's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\n  Had to take a deal just to see snowfall\n  I ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\n  Flights to the Eastside gettin' money\n  Flights to the Westside, stay 100\n\n  Yeah, you can see this drip when I walk\n  Lil' bitch, this a boss when I talk\n  I mack down, spend a bag in Philippe\n  CYN took your girl, that's for keeps\n  Yeah, that's facts, take your girl when we wanna (What, what?)\n  If I pass to the gang, she a goner (Say what, what?)\n  If she come to the crib, she a goner (Huh, huh?)\n  Push to start, got no keys, that's a foreign (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Since young, CYN been the same gang (What, what?)\n  Stay low and stack dough and just maintain (What, what?)\n  I get money and my gang do the same thing\n  Gold Rollie, white face, that shit Plain Jane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Count checks, I stack up like Eiffel (What, what?)\n  My wrist on ice, VVs dance like Michael (Say what, what?)\n  Might just go blind, my lady don't like you (Huh, huh?)\n  She not too nice, we get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai\n\n  I took a deal just to beat that indictment\n  My New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\n  I got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\n  Before we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\n  It's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\n  Had to take a deal just to see snowfall\n  I ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\n  Flights to the Eastside gettin' money\n  Flights to the Westside, stay 100\n"},{"id":5961267,"name":"The West (feat. Kai Ca$h & 03 Greedo)","trackName":"The West (feat. Kai Ca$h & 03 Greedo)","artistName":"King Combs","albumName":"Cyncerely, C3","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kai Ca$h]\nYeah, I'm on the Westside, nigga\nWestside, get the money, but I'm Eastside nigga\nYeah, uh\n\nI laid her down, now she out like a light switch\nPut her legs in the air like a pilot\nNY summertime where the vibes is\nThursdays, I show love out in Dyckman\nWestside hear this knock, bet they like this\nShow Cali some love, only right, uh\nNo, I can't fall in love, not my type, uh\nEven play with the flu like I'm Mike, uh\nScoreboard on my bullshit like Jordan is\nUp like a ornament, Cash in the audience\nMoney bags on the way like I ordered it\nBills green like Forrest is, tough like Chuck Norris is\nNew hundreds, they sick, bitch, they blue, uh (Blue)\nPeel the top back, I rip off my roof, uh (Roof)\nNiggas couldn't walk a inch in my suit, uh (Suit)\nGot my cash in rotation, shit loop, uh\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100\n\nYeah, you can see this drip when I walk\nLil' bitch, this a boss when I talk\nI mack down, spend a bag in Philippe\nCYN took your girl, that's for keeps\nYeah, that's facts, take your girl when we wanna (What, what?)\nIf I pass to the gang, she a goner (Say what, what?)\nIf she come to the crib, she a goner (Huh, huh?)\nPush to start, got no keys, that's a foreign (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nSince young, CYN been the same gang (What, what?)\nStay low and stack dough and just maintain (What, what?)\nI get money and my gang do the same thing\nGold Rollie, white face, that shit Plain Jane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCount checks, I stack up like Eiffel (What, what?)\nMy wrist on ice, VVs dance like Michael (Say what, what?)\nMight just go blind, my lady don't like you (Huh, huh?)\nShe not too nice, we get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The West (feat. 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Kai Ca$h & 03 Greedo","albumName":"Cyncerely, C3","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kai Ca$h]\nYeah, I'm on the Westside, nigga\nWestside, get the money, but I'm Eastside nigga\nYeah, uh\n\nI laid her down, now she out like a light switch\nPut her legs in the air like a pilot\nNY summertime where the vibes is\nThursdays, I show love out in Dyckman\nWestside hear this knock, bet they like this\nShow Cali some love, only right, uh\nNo, I can't fall in love, not my type, uh\nEven play with the flu like I'm Mike, uh\nScoreboard on my bullshit like Jordan is\nUp like a ornament, Cash in the audience\nMoney bags on the way like I ordered it\nBills green like Forrest is, tough like Chuck Norris is\nNew hundreds, they sick, bitch, they blue, uh (Blue)\nPeel the top back, I rip off my roof, uh (Roof)\nNiggas couldn't walk a inch in my suit, uh (Suit)\nGot my cash in rotation, shit loop, uh\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100\n\nYeah, you can see this drip when I walk\nLil' bitch, this a boss when I talk\nI mack down, spend a bag in Philippe\nCYN took your girl, that's for keeps\nYeah, that's facts, take your girl when we wanna (What, what?)\nIf I pass to the gang, she a goner (Say what, what?)\nIf she come to the crib, she a goner (Huh, huh?)\nPush to start, got no keys, that's a foreign (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nSince young, CYN been the same gang (What, what?)\nStay low and stack dough and just maintain (What, what?)\nI get money and my gang do the same thing\nGold Rollie, white face, that shit Plain Jane (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCount checks, I stack up like Eiffel (What, what?)\nMy wrist on ice, VVs dance like Michael (Say what, what?)\nMight just go blind, my lady don't like you (Huh, huh?)\nShe not too nice, we get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai\n\nI took a deal just to beat that indictment\nMy New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\nI got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\nBefore we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\nIt's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\nHad to take a deal just to see snowfall\nI ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\nFlights to the Eastside gettin' money\nFlights to the Westside, stay 100","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The West\n  artist: King Combs feat. 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(Uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Count checks, I stack up like Eiffel (What, what?)\n  My wrist on ice, VVs dance like Michael (Say what, what?)\n  Might just go blind, my lady don't like you (Huh, huh?)\n  She not too nice, we get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai\n\n  I took a deal just to beat that indictment\n  My New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman\n  I got some scrapes from D.R., now they dykin'\n  Before we fuck, I tell 'em let me see they license\n  It's like just 'cause we fightin' cases\n  Had to take a deal just to see snowfall\n  I ain't really get too far past Texas, droppin' dope off\n  Flights to the Eastside gettin' money\n  Flights to the Westside, stay 100\n"},{"id":24436660,"name":"THE LIST","trackName":"THE LIST","artistName":"King Combs, Ye & Kanye West","albumName":"NEVER STOP","duration":101.779955,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"But you know where home is\nBut you know where home is\n\nSay, ho, try this\nGet butt naked, get topless\nSuck a nigga cock 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Say, ho, try this\n  Get butt naked, get topless\n  Suck a nigga cock 'til I'm cockless\n  Just scratch another name off my thot list\n  Just scratch another name off my thot list\n  Suck a nigga cock 'til I'm cockless\n  Say, ho, try this\n  Get butt naked, get topless\n  Suck a nigga cock 'til I'm cockless\n  Just scratch another name off my thot list\n  Just scratch another name off my thot list\n  Suck a nigga cock 'til I'm cockless\n"}]