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This that drilla' music rIP to Goofy\n  Shoot him like a movie\n  Yea my life a movie, every night is groovy\n  I might shoot a movie\n  With your wifie starring, I'm\n  A kill her pussy, man these niggas' pussy\n  We got guns in the party\n  We just want to party, don't end up a body\n  My roadies a day I don't have to pay them\n  They do me a favor look at him lackin'\n  Looking a day let's bake his potato\n  Slowed up when a 4 poured in a malt\n  Like Kayro\n  Put a nigga on the news, to see it\n  You don't need cable\n  Just me and my girlfriend\n  Because she do what I say do\n  My niggas don't play but they\n  Shole do day though\n"},{"id":14665345,"name":"Day","trackName":"Day","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck a nigga's feelings\nFuck a nigga's bitch he got all that time\nFuck boy shouldn't have snitched\nSnitches get out killers take them out\nThat's how the game goes\nThese suckers rainbow\nBanana clips and choppers\nDealing with the busters\nSteak, shrimp and lobster\nSmoking on that Lauren\nTaking A in the morning\nGot me flexing on them\nTasting flats of D'usse\nAin't got no LL Cool J\nMy life should be on Blu ray\nMy middle name is movie\nI should have a holiday\nNo school, every day my birthday\nNigga you can be a day (kill'em)\nAt night or in the day\nFuck niggas just in the way\nFuck around giving me?\nMake a nigga famous put him on the news\nHe gon' get a day\nCaught that nigga lackin'\nNigga shouldn't have snoozed\nMade his ass a day make a nigga famous\nPut him on the news he gon' get a day\nCaught that nigga lackin'\nNigga shouldn't have snoozed\nMade his ass a day\nThis that killer music\nThis that drilla' music\nThe sound of them guns going off\nThis that drilla' music rIP to Goofy\nShoot him like a movie\nYea my life a movie, every night is groovy\nI might shoot a movie\nWith your wifie starring, I'm\nA kill her pussy, man these niggas' pussy\nWe got guns in the party\nWe just want to party, don't end up a body\nMy roadies a day I don't have to pay them\nThey do me a favor look at him lackin'\nLooking a day let's bake his potato\nSlowed up when a 4 poured in a malt\nLike Kayro\nPut a nigga on the news, to see it\nYou don't need cable\nJust me and my girlfriend\nBecause she do what I say do\nMy niggas don't play but they\nShole do day though","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Day\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck a nigga's feelings\n  Fuck a nigga's bitch he got all that time\n  Fuck boy shouldn't have snitched\n  Snitches get out killers take them out\n  That's how the game goes\n  These suckers rainbow\n  Banana clips and choppers\n  Dealing with the busters\n  Steak, shrimp and lobster\n  Smoking on that Lauren\n  Taking A in the morning\n  Got me flexing on them\n  Tasting flats of D'usse\n  Ain't got no LL Cool J\n  My life should be on Blu ray\n  My middle name is movie\n  I should have a holiday\n  No school, every day my birthday\n  Nigga you can be a day (kill'em)\n  At night or in the day\n  Fuck niggas just in the way\n  Fuck around giving me?\n  Make a nigga famous put him on the news\n  He gon' get a day\n  Caught that nigga lackin'\n  Nigga shouldn't have snoozed\n  Made his ass a day make a nigga famous\n  Put him on the news he gon' get a day\n  Caught that nigga lackin'\n  Nigga shouldn't have snoozed\n  Made his ass a day\n  This that killer music\n  This that drilla' music\n  The sound of them guns going off\n  This that drilla' music rIP to Goofy\n  Shoot him like a movie\n  Yea my life a movie, every night is groovy\n  I might shoot a movie\n  With your wifie starring, I'm\n  A kill her pussy, man these niggas' pussy\n  We got guns in the party\n  We just want to party, don't end up a body\n  My roadies a day I don't have to pay them\n  They do me a favor look at him lackin'\n 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thing from a nigga\nI got hittas wit' me rollin' off a flat\nNow it's hittas in me, ridin' wit' this 30\nI might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi\nLil bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60\nWe ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\nMally tryna make his Glock go empty\nRidin' on them oppers but they block so empty\nKobe make me wanna catch a body\nSeeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness\nMy niggas ridin' wit' it, they on business\nShoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on Guiness\nMy hittas know they don't condone the snitchin'\nFuck a trial, broski dome the witness!\nLookin' for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissin'\nSee him in the field, up the nickel\nNiggas act like they pretendin'\nBitch I'm in the field wit' the steel\nNiggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\nLil bro keep a Glock wit' 30 shots for any block\n\nWit' red beams to help them pay attention\n\nAnother day, another dollar for me\nWake up and get to the money\nMoney on me so that tool is on me\nIf I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em\nAKs wit' them hunnids in 'em\nLet 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em\nIon bop I do the money dance\nPack louder than an ambulance\nI be goin' dumb wit' my big head friends\nThem new hun duns make me feelin' friends\nI spend hella bands on my Robin jeans\nGotta get this green by any means\nCop killas in the magazines\nFrom the block to the magazines\nI'm Mike, yo bitch Billie Jean\nMake her best friend lick her belly ring\nMy life like a Belly scene\nCatch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\nBitches want me like a wedding ring\nNo answer I just let it ring\nNo time to talk baby 'tml'\nAnd ion set up no voicemail\nM.O.B. 'til I D-I-E\nWit' a beam on tha heat, I could shoot a bee\nShoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, \"see\"\nI told yo dumbass not to fuck wit' me\nNo love for a bitch I just fuck and leave\nShe just suckin' dick, and she ugly\nI'm sick of gettin' bands I got counterflu\nKillas a hit up a carnival\nGet shot hella times like its lots of you\nWe DOA they can't doctor you","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.18] GANG!\n[00:16.95] Louie what'chu on bro?\n[00:30.62] Another day, another body droppin'\n[00:32.41] If I go broke then I'mma rob somebody\n[00:34.32] A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n[00:36.09] Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n[00:38.27] And I been shot at by a bunch a niggas\n[00:40.25] But I'll still never run from a nigga\n[00:41.64] Catch a nigga hollows flyin' for dem niggas\n[00:43.81] 50 hit every last one of niggas\n[00:45.85] Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n[00:47.90] But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n[00:49.78] My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n[00:51.76] And they'll take every last thing from a nigga\n[00:53.48] I got hittas wit' me rollin' off a flat\n[00:55.34] Now it's hittas in me, ridin' wit' this 30\n[00:57.38] I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n[01:00.32] Lil bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60\n[01:02.55] We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n[01:04.06] Mally tryna make his Glock go empty\n[01:06.11] Ridin' on them oppers but they block so empty\n[01:08.05] Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n[01:10.05] Seeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness\n[01:11.54] My niggas ridin' wit' it, they on business\n[01:13.28] Shoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on Guiness\n[01:15.44] My hittas know they don't condone the snitchin'\n[01:17.39] Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness!\n[01:19.22] Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissin'\n[01:21.14] See him in the field, up the nickel\n[01:23.58] Niggas act like they pretendin'\n[01:24.45] Bitch I'm in the field wit' the steel\n[01:25.43] Niggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n[01:27.33] Lil bro keep a Glock wit' 30 shots for any block\n[01:29.58] Wit' red beams to help them pay attention\n[01:47.25] Another day, another dollar for me\n[01:49.25] Wake up and get to the money\n[01:51.07] Money on me so that tool is on me\n[01:53.12] If I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em\n[01:54.71] AKs wit' them hunnids in 'em\n[01:56.91] Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em\n[01:58.74] Ion bop I do the money dance\n[02:00.66] Pack louder than an ambulance\n[02:02.62] I be goin' dumb wit' my big head friends\n[02:04.52] Them new hun duns make me feelin' friends\n[02:06.73] I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans\n[02:08.31] Gotta get this green by any means\n[02:10.17] Cop killas in the magazines\n[02:12.02] From the block to the magazines\n[02:13.83] I'm Mike, yo bitch Billie Jean\n[02:16.13] Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n[02:17.88] My life like a Belly scene\n[02:19.85] Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n[02:21.99] Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n[02:23.64] No answer I just let it ring\n[02:25.89] No time to talk baby 'tml'\n[02:27.87] And ion set up no voicemail\n[02:29.68] M.O.B. 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I just fuck and leave\n[02:39.28] She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n[02:41.24] I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n[02:43.38] Killers'll hit up a carnival\n[02:45.02] Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n[02:47.15] We DOA, they can't doctor you\n[02:49.16] Ah\n[02:52.11] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:55.95] Watch the bodies drop\n[02:56.65] Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n[03:39.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Another Day (feat. 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Let 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\n[01:59.13] I don't bop, I do the money dance\n[02:01.08] Pack louder than a ambulance\n[02:02.75] I be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\n[02:04.64] Them new hundons make me feelin' friend\n[02:06.50] I send hella bands on my Robin jeans\n[02:08.49] Gotta get this green by any means\n[02:10.63] Cop killers in the magazines\n[02:12.58] From the block to the magazines\n[02:14.65] I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\n[02:16.12] Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n[02:18.31] My life like a Belly scene\n[02:20.22] Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n[02:22.29] Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n[02:24.17] No answer, I just let it ring\n[02:25.95] No time to talk baby, TML\n[02:27.84] And I don't set up no voicemail\n[02:29.91] M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n[02:31.45] With a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\n[02:33.30] Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n[02:35.58] I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n[02:37.47] No love for a bitch, 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I could shoot a B\n  start_ms: 151450\n  end_ms: 153300\n- text: Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n  start_ms: 153300\n  end_ms: 155580\n- text: I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n  start_ms: 155580\n  end_ms: 157470\n- text: No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\n  start_ms: 157470\n  end_ms: 159280\n- text: She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n  start_ms: 159280\n  end_ms: 161240\n- text: I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n  start_ms: 161240\n  end_ms: 163380\n- text: Killers'll hit up a carnival\n  start_ms: 163380\n  end_ms: 165020\n- text: Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n  start_ms: 165020\n  end_ms: 167150\n- text: We DOA, they can't doctor you\n  start_ms: 167150\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: Watch the bodies drop\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 175950\n- text: Watch the bodies drop\n  start_ms: 175950\n  end_ms: 176650\n- text: Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n  start_ms: 176650\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 219300\nplain: |-\n  Another day, another body droppin'\n  If I go broke then I'ma rob somebody\n  A fragile body can't survive a shotty\n\n  Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga\n  And I been shot at by a bunch of niggas\n  But I still'll never run from a nigga\n  Catch a nigga, hollow slide from the niggas\n  Fifty hit every last one of niggas\n  Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga\n  But you still can get killed by my younger niggas\n  My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick\n  And they take every last thing from a nigga\n  I got hitters with me, rollin' off a flat, now it's hittas in me\n\n  Ridin' with this thirty, I might high speed\n  So I think that I might go get me a Hemi\n  Lil bro got a thirty, now it's me and sixty\n  We ain't goin' in 'til them bitches empty\n  Molly tryna make his Glock go empty\n\n  Ridin' on the oppers but they block so empty\n  Kobe make me wanna catch a body\n  Seekin' for revenge, bitch that's not forgiveness\n\n  My niggas ridin' with it, they on business\n  Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness\n  My hitters know they don't condone the snitchin'\n  Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness\n  Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep me distant?\n  See 'em in the field, up the nickel, niggas act like they pretendin'\n  Bitch I'm in the field with the steel, niggas\n  Say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'\n  Lil bro keep a Glock with thirty shots on any\n  Block with red beams to help him pay attention\n\n  Murder, murder\n  Murder, murder\n  Straight murder, murder, murder\n\n  Another day, another dollar for me\n\n  Wake up and get to the money\n\n  Money on me so that tool is on me\n  If I want him gone I put money on him\n\n  AKs with them hundreds in 'em\n  Let 'em off, bring out the runner in 'em\n  I don't bop, I do the money dance\n  Pack louder than a ambulance\n  I be goin' dumb with my biggest friends\n  Them new hundons make me feelin' friend\n  I send hella bands on my Robin jeans\n  Gotta get this green by any means\n  Cop killers in the magazines\n  From the block to the magazines\n\n  I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean\n  Make her best friend lick her belly ring\n  My life like a Belly scene\n  Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing\n  Bitches want me like a wedding ring\n\n  No answer, I just let it ring\n  No time to talk baby, TML\n  And I don't set up no voicemail\n  M-O-B 'til I D-I-E\n  With a beam on the heater, I could shoot a B\n  Shoot a creep in the eye and tell him \"see\"\n  I told your dumbass not to fuck with me\n  No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave\n  She just suckin' dick if she ugly\n  I'm sick of gettin' bands, I got camera flu\n\n  Killers'll hit up a carnival\n  Get shot hella times like it's lots of you\n\n  We DOA, they can't doctor you\n\n  Ah\n\n  Watch the bodies drop\n  Watch the bodies drop\n  Bodies drop, bodies drop, bodies drop\n"}]