[{"id":12658205,"name":"Young Roman$e","trackName":"Young Roman$e","artistName":"King Combs","albumName":"Cyncerely, C3","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah lay up\nYou the Yeah, lay up\nYou the one with me when I wake up\nMotivate the boy to get his cake up\nAsk who the toughest out, they gon' say us\nSo lit, you the one I wanna roll with\nAnd what you ask for, what you gon' get\nWe can chill in the hills or the cockpit\nYou can take all my whips like the drop six\nAss fat, can't forget about her waistline\nOut of town, always hit me on the FaceTime\nUnderstand I be out here on the late grind\nAnytime I hit her line, we don't take time\nASAP, hit me back like, \"Where you at?\"\nEven tie the durag or the wave cap\nBad bitch, other niggas can't trace that\nFuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at\n\nI could put you in the mansion, romancin'\nGirl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\nGot a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\nI wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\nAnd we get swagged and we roll, yeah\nI get bags for a show and\nI pop tags in the store, yeah\nWe the ones and they know it\n\nTell her quit with the games, I ain't with all these convos\nHard speakin' on my name everywhere you go\nSaid you'd keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know\nOh, I don't wanna get all these haters involved\nDrop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (Tick)\nI forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit\nRemember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick\nI almost got caught up but you took that shit\nGet money every day and I spend it on brand new drip\nI'm gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this\nDiamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist'\nBetter stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch\nYeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit\nA young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit\nYoung bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this\n\nI could put you in the mansion, romancin'\nGirl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\nGot a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\nI wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\nAnd we get swagged and we roll, yeah\nI get bags for a show and\nI pop tags in the store, yeah\nWe the ones and they know it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Roman$e\n  artist: King Combs\n  album: Cyncerely, C3\n  duration_ms: 147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah lay up\n  You the Yeah, lay up\n  You the one with me when I wake up\n  Motivate the boy to get his cake up\n  Ask who the toughest out, they gon' say us\n  So lit, you the one I wanna roll with\n  And what you ask for, what you gon' get\n  We can chill in the hills or the cockpit\n  You can take all my whips like the drop six\n  Ass fat, can't forget about her waistline\n  Out of town, always hit me on the FaceTime\n  Understand I be out here on the late grind\n  Anytime I hit her line, we don't take time\n  ASAP, hit me back like, \"Where you at?\"\n  Even tie the durag or the wave cap\n  Bad bitch, other niggas can't trace that\n  Fuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at\n\n  I could put you in the mansion, romancin'\n  Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\n  Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\n  I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\n  And we get swagged and we roll, yeah\n  I get bags for a show and\n  I pop tags in the store, yeah\n  We the ones and they know it\n\n  Tell her quit with the games, I ain't with all these convos\n  Hard speakin' on my name everywhere you go\n  Said you'd keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know\n  Oh, I don't wanna get all these haters involved\n  Drop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (Tick)\n  I forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit\n  Remember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick\n  I almost got caught up but you took that shit\n  Get money every day and I spend it on brand new drip\n  I'm gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this\n  Diamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist'\n  Better stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch\n  Yeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit\n  A young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit\n  Young bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this\n\n  I could put you in the mansion, romancin'\n  Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\n  Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\n  I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\n  And we get swagged and we roll, yeah\n  I get bags for a show and\n  I pop tags in the store, yeah\n  We the ones and they know it\n"},{"id":12583327,"name":"Young Roman$e","trackName":"Young Roman$e","artistName":"King Combs","albumName":"Cyncerely, C3 - EP","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah lay up\nYou the Yeah, lay up\nYou the one with me when I wake up\nMotivate the boy to get his cake up\nAsk who the toughest out, they gon' say us\nSo lit, you the one I wanna roll with\nAnd what you ask for, what you gon' get\nWe can chill in the hills or the cockpit\nYou can take all my whips like the drop six\nAss fat, can't forget about her waistline\nOut of town, always hit me on the FaceTime\nUnderstand I be out here on the late grind\nAnytime I hit her line, we don't take time\nASAP, hit me back like, \"Where you at?\"\nEven tie the durag or the wave cap\nBad bitch, other niggas can't trace that\nFuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at\n\nI could put you in the mansion, romancin'\nGirl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\nGot a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\nI wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\nAnd we get swagged and we roll, yeah\nI get bags for a show and\nI pop tags in the store, yeah\nWe the ones and they know it\n\nTell her quit with the games, I ain't with all these convos\nHard speakin' on my name everywhere you go\nSaid you'd keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know\nOh, I don't wanna get all these haters involved\nDrop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (Tick)\nI forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit\nRemember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick\nI almost got caught up but you took that shit\nGet money every day and I spend it on brand new drip\nI'm gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this\nDiamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist'\nBetter stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch\nYeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit\nA young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit\nYoung bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this\n\nI could put you in the mansion, romancin'\nGirl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\nGot a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\nI wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\nAnd we get swagged and we roll, yeah\nI get bags for a show and\nI pop tags in the store, yeah\nWe the ones and they know it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Roman$e\n  artist: King Combs\n  album: Cyncerely, C3 - 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Smooky MarGielaa","albumName":"Cyncerely, C3","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah lay up\nYou the Yeah, lay up\nYou the one with me when I wake up\nMotivate the boy to get his cake up\nAsk who the toughest out, they gon' say us\nSo lit, you the one I wanna roll with\nAnd what you ask for, what you gon' get\nWe can chill in the hills or the cockpit\nYou can take all my whips like the drop six\nAss fat, can't forget about her waistline\nOut of town, always hit me on the FaceTime\nUnderstand I be out here on the late grind\nAnytime I hit her line, we don't take time\nASAP, hit me back like, \"Where you at?\"\nEven tie the durag or the wave cap\nBad bitch, other niggas can't trace that\nFuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at\n\nI could put you in the mansion, romancin'\nGirl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\nGot a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\nI wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\nAnd we get swagged and we roll, yeah\nI get bags for a show and\nI pop tags in the store, yeah\nWe the ones and they know it\n\nTell her quit with the games, I ain't with all these convos\nHard speakin' on my name everywhere you go\nSaid you'd keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know\nOh, I don't wanna get all these haters involved\nDrop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (Tick)\nI forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit\nRemember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick\nI almost got caught up but you took that shit\nGet money every day and I spend it on brand new drip\nI'm gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this\nDiamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist'\nBetter stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch\nYeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit\nA young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit\nYoung bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this\n\nI could put you in the mansion, romancin'\nGirl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\nGot a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\nI wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\nAnd we get swagged and we roll, yeah\nI get bags for a show and\nI pop tags in the store, yeah\nWe the ones and they know it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Roman$e\n  artist: King Combs feat. 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Smooky MarGielaa)\n  artist: King Combs\n  album: Cyncerely, C3\n  duration_ms: 147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah lay up\n  You the Yeah, lay up\n  You the one with me when I wake up\n  Motivate the boy to get his cake up\n  Ask who the toughest out, they gon' say us\n  So lit, you the one I wanna roll with\n  And what you ask for, what you gon' get\n  We can chill in the hills or the cockpit\n  You can take all my whips like the drop six\n  Ass fat, can't forget about her waistline\n  Out of town, always hit me on the FaceTime\n  Understand I be out here on the late grind\n  Anytime I hit her line, we don't take time\n  ASAP, hit me back like, \"Where you at?\"\n  Even tie the durag or the wave cap\n  Bad bitch, other niggas can't trace that\n  Fuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at\n\n  I could put you in the mansion, romancin'\n  Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\n  Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\n  I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\n  And we get swagged and we roll, yeah\n  I get bags for a show and\n  I pop tags in the store, yeah\n  We the ones and they know it\n\n  Tell her quit with the games, I ain't with all these convos\n  Hard speakin' on my name everywhere you go\n  Said you'd keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know\n  Oh, I don't wanna get all these haters involved\n  Drop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (Tick)\n  I forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit\n  Remember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick\n  I almost got caught up but you took that shit\n  Get money every day and I spend it on brand new drip\n  I'm gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this\n  Diamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist'\n  Better stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch\n  Yeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit\n  A young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit\n  Young bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this\n\n  I could put you in the mansion, romancin'\n  Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'\n  Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don't let the fans see\n  I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys\n  And we get swagged and we roll, yeah\n  I get bags for a show and\n  I pop tags in the store, yeah\n  We the ones and they know it\n"}]