[{"id":23496329,"name":"Sheesh","trackName":"Sheesh","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's what we trained to do squad\nThese niggas vagina, my gun come from China\nFo that nigga, my choppa bout to karate\nPistol to his head, bullet make linin'\nShould be in New York, I feel like a giant\nI grew up in Violence\nGangsters stayed silent\nYou should be silent\nYoung killaz get violent\n, only ridin', lookin' for ops to ride on\nSee them niggas and get on\nShit that they not on\nI'm the shit, King Throne with a pot on it\nHear 'em talkin' but they not on it\nI weigh like an elephant\nFor bitches who sellin' it\nSmokin' on president\nThinkin' I'm sick cause I'm\nSippin' on medicine\nWatzon, a Maseratti, I do it for etiquette\nI'm a God, gold wings cause I'm heaven sent\nRide around on that whateva shit\nShawty shootin' like a restaurant\nOnly fuck a bad bitch once\nShawty went cause of the restaurant\nYung nigga upper echelon\nExecute him, if he ever diss\nPurple hearted, I'm a veteran\nLou Gotti in a wide body with\nA bad lady that's elegant\nDown on the regular, not just to celebrate\nKill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate\n(Wooo) help raise the murder rate\nMind on my money, my money on my mind\nThotties, they calling us all the time\nFuck around with the fuck around nigga\nWe don't fuck around, send 'em outside\nMy shawties, they do it for me\nThis thottie, she do it for me\nAh, this money, it do it for me\nMubo 100, that's me\nFlexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin'\nAll of these thotties they call me (Hello?)\nRoll up on 'em\nRide down shooters ridin' with me\nDrug dealers, crackers, robbers\nKillers they my niggas\nCoolin with my niggas, we be mobbin\n30s on the 40s with the squad &\nStones on the chains and the robins\nBitch, a gimme top\nTell ya girlfriend gimme body\nDippin' through the set like\nHarlem onna spider\nMuthafucka lookin' like it's crawlin\n200 when I hit the throttle\nMan, I'm a man, I'm 100 again\nGot the club running\nLike it's under they skin\nNigga we be beamin, we a hunnid in here\n, it be 100 of them\nFuck niggas talking bout the don't know me\nI be on ya ass like you owe me\nLove, me and nigga over east\nGas me up, boys that go OD","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sheesh\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's what we trained to do squad\n  These niggas vagina, my gun come from China\n  Fo that nigga, my choppa bout to karate\n  Pistol to his head, bullet make linin'\n  Should be in New York, I feel like a giant\n  I grew up in Violence\n  Gangsters stayed silent\n  You should be silent\n  Young killaz get violent\n  , only ridin', lookin' for ops to ride on\n  See them niggas and get on\n  Shit that they not on\n  I'm the shit, King Throne with a pot on it\n  Hear 'em talkin' but they not on it\n  I weigh like an elephant\n  For bitches who sellin' it\n  Smokin' on president\n  Thinkin' I'm sick cause I'm\n  Sippin' on medicine\n  Watzon, a Maseratti, I do it for etiquette\n  I'm a God, gold wings cause I'm heaven sent\n  Ride around on that whateva shit\n  Shawty shootin' like a restaurant\n  Only fuck a bad bitch once\n  Shawty went cause of the restaurant\n  Yung nigga upper echelon\n  Execute him, if he ever diss\n  Purple hearted, I'm a veteran\n  Lou Gotti in a wide body with\n  A bad lady that's elegant\n  Down on the regular, not just to celebrate\n  Kill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate\n  (Wooo) help raise the murder rate\n  Mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  Thotties, they calling us all the time\n  Fuck around with the fuck around nigga\n  We don't fuck around, send 'em outside\n  My shawties, they do it for me\n  This thottie, she do it for me\n  Ah, this money, it do it for me\n  Mubo 100, that's me\n  Flexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin'\n  All of these thotties they call me (Hello?)\n  Roll up on 'em\n  Ride down shooters ridin' with me\n  Drug dealers, crackers, robbers\n  Killers they my niggas\n  Coolin with my niggas, we be mobbin\n  30s on the 40s with the squad &\n  Stones on the chains and the robins\n  Bitch, a gimme top\n  Tell ya girlfriend gimme body\n  Dippin' through the set like\n  Harlem onna spider\n  Muthafucka lookin' like it's crawlin\n  200 when I hit the throttle\n  Man, I'm a man, I'm 100 again\n  Got the club running\n  Like it's under they skin\n  Nigga we be beamin, we a hunnid in here\n  , it be 100 of them\n  Fuck niggas talking bout the don't know me\n  I be on ya ass like you owe me\n  Love, me and nigga over east\n  Gas me up, boys that go OD\n"},{"id":33079453,"name":"Sheesh","trackName":"Sheesh","artistName":"King Louie feat. Chi Hoover","albumName":"Tony","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Keep it goin', like you know\nKeep it goin'\nYeah\nFuck with this shit though\nBig dog status\nHuh?\nYou know\nJ. Stone\nMUBU is every day\nIt's what we came to do\nMoney\nSquad\nToni\n\nThese niggas vagina, my gun come from China (Bow)\nLil' nigga chopper, thought that we were ridin' (Ba-ba-ba-baow)\nPistol hit head, bullet make nine hit (Yeah)\nShould be in New York, I feel like a giant (Bow)\nI grew up in violence, gangsters move silent\nYou should be silent, know killers get violent (Bow)\nOff pills, rollin', ridin', lookin' for oppers to ride on\nSee them niggas and get on shit that they not on (What up?)\nI'm the shit (Huh?), king throne with a pot on it (Louie)\nHear 'em talkin', but they not on it (Nah)\nI weigh like a elephant (Heavy)\nFor bitches who celibate, smokin' on president\nDick in them chickens, I'm sippin' on medicine (Hah)\nFuck's on the Maserati, I do it for etiquette (Skrrt)\nI'm a god, gold wings 'cause I'm heaven-sent (God, yeah)\nRidin' 'round on that whatever shit (What up?)\nShorty shootin' like a western (Ba-baow)\nOnly fuck a bad bitch once (Huh?)\nShorty went 'cause of the restaurant (What?)\nYoung nigga, upper echelon\nExecute him if he evidence (Yeah)\nPurple hearted, I'm a veteran (Huh?)\nLou-Gotti in the wide body with a bad lady that's elegant (Toni)\nDine on the regular, not just to celebrate\nKill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate (Woo)\nHellraiser, the murder rate\n\nMind on my money, my money on my mind\nThotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hit my line)\nFuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\nWe don't fuck around, send 'em outside now\nMy shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nMUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)\n\nFlexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin' (Woo)\nAll of these thotties, they call me (Hello?)\nRoll up on 'em, ride down, shooters ridin' with me (Slide)\nDrug dealers, crackers, robbers, killers, they're my niggas (Gang)\nI been coolin' with my niggas, we been mobbin' (Huh?)\nThirties on the.40s with the squatty (Drip)\nStones on the chains and the robbers, bitches givin' top\nTell her girlfriend give me bottom (Yeah)\nDippin' through the set like Harlem on a Spider\nMotherfucker lookin' like a sprawler (Skrrt)\nTwo hundred when it hit the throttle, uh (Ice)\nMan, I'm a band, I'm a hundred again (Do it)\nGot they blood boilin', I get under they skin (Huh?)\nNigga, we be beamin', we a hundred in here (Bitch)\nLook at all the Gucci, it be hundred of them\nFuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, they don't know me (Huh?)\nI be on your ass like you owe me (Give me up)\nLil' weird nigga, but over east (What?)\nThat's me, I'm the boss that go OD (Slime)\n\nMind on my money, my money on my mind (Money on my mind)\nThotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hello?)\nFuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\nWe don't fuck around, send 'em outside now (Boom-boom, boom-boom)\nMy shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nMUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sheesh\n  artist: King Louie feat. Chi Hoover\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Keep it goin', like you know\n  Keep it goin'\n  Yeah\n  Fuck with this shit though\n  Big dog status\n  Huh?\n  You know\n  J. Stone\n  MUBU is every day\n  It's what we came to do\n  Money\n  Squad\n  Toni\n\n  These niggas vagina, my gun come from China (Bow)\n  Lil' nigga chopper, thought that we were ridin' (Ba-ba-ba-baow)\n  Pistol hit head, bullet make nine hit (Yeah)\n  Should be in New York, I feel like a giant (Bow)\n  I grew up in violence, gangsters move silent\n  You should be silent, know killers get violent (Bow)\n  Off pills, rollin', ridin', lookin' for oppers to ride on\n  See them niggas and get on shit that they not on (What up?)\n  I'm the shit (Huh?), king throne with a pot on it (Louie)\n  Hear 'em talkin', but they not on it (Nah)\n  I weigh like a elephant (Heavy)\n  For bitches who celibate, smokin' on president\n  Dick in them chickens, I'm sippin' on medicine (Hah)\n  Fuck's on the Maserati, I do it for etiquette (Skrrt)\n  I'm a god, gold wings 'cause I'm heaven-sent (God, yeah)\n  Ridin' 'round on that whatever shit (What up?)\n  Shorty shootin' like a western (Ba-baow)\n  Only fuck a bad bitch once (Huh?)\n  Shorty went 'cause of the restaurant (What?)\n  Young nigga, upper echelon\n  Execute him if he evidence (Yeah)\n  Purple hearted, I'm a veteran (Huh?)\n  Lou-Gotti in the wide body with a bad lady that's elegant (Toni)\n  Dine on the regular, not just to celebrate\n  Kill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate (Woo)\n  Hellraiser, the murder rate\n\n  Mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  Thotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hit my line)\n  Fuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\n  We don't fuck around, send 'em outside now\n  My shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  MUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)\n\n  Flexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin' (Woo)\n  All of these thotties, they call me (Hello?)\n  Roll up on 'em, ride down, shooters ridin' with me (Slide)\n  Drug dealers, crackers, robbers, killers, they're my niggas (Gang)\n  I been coolin' with my niggas, we been mobbin' (Huh?)\n  Thirties on the.40s with the squatty (Drip)\n  Stones on the chains and the robbers, bitches givin' top\n  Tell her girlfriend give me bottom (Yeah)\n  Dippin' through the set like Harlem on a Spider\n  Motherfucker lookin' like a sprawler (Skrrt)\n  Two hundred when it hit the throttle, uh (Ice)\n  Man, I'm a band, I'm a hundred again (Do it)\n  Got they blood boilin', I get under they skin (Huh?)\n  Nigga, we be beamin', we a hundred in here (Bitch)\n  Look at all the Gucci, it be hundred of them\n  Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, they don't know me (Huh?)\n  I be on your ass like you owe me (Give me up)\n  Lil' weird nigga, but over east (What?)\n  That's me, I'm the boss that go OD (Slime)\n\n  Mind on my money, my money on my mind (Money on my mind)\n  Thotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hello?)\n  Fuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\n  We don't fuck around, send 'em outside now (Boom-boom, boom-boom)\n  My shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  MUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)\n"},{"id":35157721,"name":"Sheesh Feat. Chi Hoover","trackName":"Sheesh Feat. Chi Hoover","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Keep it goin', like you know\nKeep it goin'\nYeah\nFuck with this shit though\nBig dog status\nHuh?\nYou know\nJ. Stone\nMUBU is every day\nIt's what we came to do\nMoney\nSquad\nToni\n\nThese niggas vagina, my gun come from China (Bow)\nLil' nigga chopper, thought that we were ridin' (Ba-ba-ba-baow)\nPistol hit head, bullet make nine hit (Yeah)\nShould be in New York, I feel like a giant (Bow)\nI grew up in violence, gangsters move silent\nYou should be silent, know killers get violent (Bow)\nOff pills, rollin', ridin', lookin' for oppers to ride on\nSee them niggas and get on shit that they not on (What up?)\nI'm the shit (Huh?), king throne with a pot on it (Louie)\nHear 'em talkin', but they not on it (Nah)\nI weigh like a elephant (Heavy)\nFor bitches who celibate, smokin' on president\nDick in them chickens, I'm sippin' on medicine (Hah)\nFuck's on the Maserati, I do it for etiquette (Skrrt)\nI'm a god, gold wings 'cause I'm heaven-sent (God, yeah)\nRidin' 'round on that whatever shit (What up?)\nShorty shootin' like a western (Ba-baow)\nOnly fuck a bad bitch once (Huh?)\nShorty went 'cause of the restaurant (What?)\nYoung nigga, upper echelon\nExecute him if he evidence (Yeah)\nPurple hearted, I'm a veteran (Huh?)\nLou-Gotti in the wide body with a bad lady that's elegant (Toni)\nDine on the regular, not just to celebrate\nKill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate (Woo)\nHellraiser, the murder rate\n\nMind on my money, my money on my mind\nThotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hit my line)\nFuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\nWe don't fuck around, send 'em outside now\nMy shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nMUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)\n\nFlexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin' (Woo)\nAll of these thotties, they call me (Hello?)\nRoll up on 'em, ride down, shooters ridin' with me (Slide)\nDrug dealers, crackers, robbers, killers, they're my niggas (Gang)\nI been coolin' with my niggas, we been mobbin' (Huh?)\nThirties on the.40s with the squatty (Drip)\nStones on the chains and the robbers, bitches givin' top\nTell her girlfriend give me bottom (Yeah)\nDippin' through the set like Harlem on a Spider\nMotherfucker lookin' like a sprawler (Skrrt)\nTwo hundred when it hit the throttle, uh (Ice)\nMan, I'm a band, I'm a hundred again (Do it)\nGot they blood boilin', I get under they skin (Huh?)\nNigga, we be beamin', we a hundred in here (Bitch)\nLook at all the Gucci, it be hundred of them\nFuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, they don't know me (Huh?)\nI be on your ass like you owe me (Give me up)\nLil' weird nigga, but over east (What?)\nThat's me, I'm the boss that go OD (Slime)\n\nMind on my money, my money on my mind (Money on my mind)\nThotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hello?)\nFuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\nWe don't fuck around, send 'em outside now (Boom-boom, boom-boom)\nMy shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nThis money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\nMUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sheesh Feat. Chi Hoover\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Keep it goin', like you know\n  Keep it goin'\n  Yeah\n  Fuck with this shit though\n  Big dog status\n  Huh?\n  You know\n  J. Stone\n  MUBU is every day\n  It's what we came to do\n  Money\n  Squad\n  Toni\n\n  These niggas vagina, my gun come from China (Bow)\n  Lil' nigga chopper, thought that we were ridin' (Ba-ba-ba-baow)\n  Pistol hit head, bullet make nine hit (Yeah)\n  Should be in New York, I feel like a giant (Bow)\n  I grew up in violence, gangsters move silent\n  You should be silent, know killers get violent (Bow)\n  Off pills, rollin', ridin', lookin' for oppers to ride on\n  See them niggas and get on shit that they not on (What up?)\n  I'm the shit (Huh?), king throne with a pot on it (Louie)\n  Hear 'em talkin', but they not on it (Nah)\n  I weigh like a elephant (Heavy)\n  For bitches who celibate, smokin' on president\n  Dick in them chickens, I'm sippin' on medicine (Hah)\n  Fuck's on the Maserati, I do it for etiquette (Skrrt)\n  I'm a god, gold wings 'cause I'm heaven-sent (God, yeah)\n  Ridin' 'round on that whatever shit (What up?)\n  Shorty shootin' like a western (Ba-baow)\n  Only fuck a bad bitch once (Huh?)\n  Shorty went 'cause of the restaurant (What?)\n  Young nigga, upper echelon\n  Execute him if he evidence (Yeah)\n  Purple hearted, I'm a veteran (Huh?)\n  Lou-Gotti in the wide body with a bad lady that's elegant (Toni)\n  Dine on the regular, not just to celebrate\n  Kill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate (Woo)\n  Hellraiser, the murder rate\n\n  Mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  Thotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hit my line)\n  Fuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\n  We don't fuck around, send 'em outside now\n  My shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  MUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)\n\n  Flexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin' (Woo)\n  All of these thotties, they call me (Hello?)\n  Roll up on 'em, ride down, shooters ridin' with me (Slide)\n  Drug dealers, crackers, robbers, killers, they're my niggas (Gang)\n  I been coolin' with my niggas, we been mobbin' (Huh?)\n  Thirties on the.40s with the squatty (Drip)\n  Stones on the chains and the robbers, bitches givin' top\n  Tell her girlfriend give me bottom (Yeah)\n  Dippin' through the set like Harlem on a Spider\n  Motherfucker lookin' like a sprawler (Skrrt)\n  Two hundred when it hit the throttle, uh (Ice)\n  Man, I'm a band, I'm a hundred again (Do it)\n  Got they blood boilin', I get under they skin (Huh?)\n  Nigga, we be beamin', we a hundred in here (Bitch)\n  Look at all the Gucci, it be hundred of them\n  Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, they don't know me (Huh?)\n  I be on your ass like you owe me (Give me up)\n  Lil' weird nigga, but over east (What?)\n  That's me, I'm the boss that go OD (Slime)\n\n  Mind on my money, my money on my mind (Money on my mind)\n  Thotties, they callin' us all the time now (Hello?)\n  Fuck around with the fuck around nigga (Fuck around nigga)\n  We don't fuck around, send 'em outside now (Boom-boom, boom-boom)\n  My shawties, they do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This thottie, she do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  This money, it do it for me (Do it for me, do it)\n  MUBU one hundred, that's me (That's me)\n"}]