[{"id":37502620,"name":"A Dedication","trackName":"A Dedication","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil Wayne & DJ Drama Dedication 3","duration":50.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This just my interpretation of the situation\nAnd this is my dedication\nIt's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\nAnd this is dedicated, first off\n\nTo my city\nThe lost city of New Orleans\nBut umm, I wanna speak to my city\nAnd I wanna let 'em know that\n\nWe can't be lost for long\nAnd we damn sure can't be lost forever\nSo each time we find ourselves\nWithin all that water\nWithin all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\nIt's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\nBecause memories are everything\nAnd when I say memories are everything\nI mean it's important what you are remembered by\nAnd trust me. I, you, we\nDon't wanna be remembered as the lost city\nI'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\nScrimp, yea\nAlso I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\nYou're welcome\nBut umm, we gotta get up mane\nFuck it\nRise above it\n\nSo a lot of people ask me\nWhat you gonna do for your city?\nI be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\nWhat you dog did for your city?\nMotherfucker, that's my city\nTherefore I still got family members in that city mane\nWhat the fuck I'mma do for them?\nYou know what I mean?\nAnd I do my best, trust me\nAnd that's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do this right here for my city man\nThat's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do me for my city\nSo therefore I am remembered by my city\nYa dig?\n\nAnd this is also dedicated to\nThem bitch niggas\nYou ho niggas, you pussy niggas\nYou broke niggas yea\nFuck you with a sig dick\nPause\nI can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\nAnd this also dedicated to the bad bitches\nFirst off, them chocolate women\nI know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\nBut um this dedicated to them chocolate women\nYa dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\nNot how it seems like\nYea\n\nAnd this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\nIt's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\nThey still pump that bass\nFool nigga to dick nigga\nWuchu gonna do about that?\nIt's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\nPause\nBeen down on me since day one\nNigga they been down on me since day 2\nNigga they've been down on me since today\nThis love nigga\n\nAnd this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\nMy nigga Mike Bailey\nMy nigga Young Jeezy\nJae Millz\nDae Cole,\nJ Gutter\nReal Flow, them mousies\nThe beautiful Nicki Minaj\nDJ Drama\nMy nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\nKnow what it is\nStunna Man\nAll young money, cash money man\nIt's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\nTruck fit, truck the world\nFyber O, DJ Crack\nKnow what it is\nSuper\nAll that shit\nShout out to the hoes skatin' world\nI appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\nBustin' my ass and shit but um\nPops, I get it\nWe that shit nigga\nFuck wrong wit you?\nAnd this also dedicated to you\nWhoever you are\nWherever you are\nHowever you are\nI hope I'm remembered\n\nD4 ho\nRest in peace Chris Light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Dedication\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 49998\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This just my interpretation of the situation\n And this is my dedication\n It's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\n And this is dedicated, first off\n\n To my city\n The lost city of New Orleans\n But umm, I wanna speak to my city\n And I wanna let 'em know that\n\n We can't be lost for long\n And we damn sure can't be lost forever\n So each time we find ourselves\n Within all that water\n Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\n It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\n Because memories are everything\n And when I say memories are everything\n I mean it's important what you are remembered by\n And trust me. I, you, we\n Don't wanna be remembered as the lost city\n I'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\n Scrimp, yea\n Also I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\n You're welcome\n But umm, we gotta get up mane\n Fuck it\n Rise above it\n\n So a lot of people ask me\n What you gonna do for your city?\n I be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\n What you dog did for your city?\n Motherfucker, that's my city\n Therefore I still got family members in that city mane\n What the fuck I'mma do for them?\n You know what I mean?\n And I do my best, trust me\n And that's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do this right here for my city man\n That's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do me for my city\n So therefore I am remembered by my city\n Ya dig?\n\n And this is also dedicated to\n Them bitch niggas\n You ho niggas, you pussy niggas\n You broke niggas yea\n Fuck you with a sig dick\n Pause\n I can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\n And this also dedicated to the bad bitches\n First off, them chocolate women\n I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\n But um this dedicated to them chocolate women\n Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\n Not how it seems like\n Yea\n\n And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\n Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\n It's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\n They still pump that bass\n Fool nigga to dick nigga\n Wuchu gonna do about that?\n It's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\n Pause\n Been down on me since day one\n Nigga they been down on me since day 2\n Nigga they've been down on me since today\n This love nigga\n\n And this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\n My nigga Mike Bailey\n My nigga Young Jeezy\n Jae Millz\n Dae Cole,\n J Gutter\n Real Flow, them mousies\n The beautiful Nicki Minaj\n DJ Drama\n My nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\n Know what it is\n Stunna Man\n All young money, cash money man\n It's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\n Truck fit, truck the world\n Fyber O, DJ Crack\n Know what it is\n Super\n All that shit\n Shout out to the hoes skatin' world\n I appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\n Bustin' my ass and shit but um\n Pops, I get it\n We that shit nigga\n Fuck wrong wit you?\n And this also dedicated to you\n Whoever you are\n Wherever you are\n However you are\n I hope I'm remembered\n\n D4 ho\n Rest in peace Chris Light\n"},{"id":2328356,"name":"Dedication 3","trackName":"Dedication 3","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\nCuz Im bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nCuz ima bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\nCuz Im bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nCuz ima bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\nAnd Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be afraid of me\n\nYoung veteran, soon to be OG\nPlus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth\nI hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef\nYou like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece\nAnd when it comes to money my shit is obese\nLike della reece, I need celery\nMo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me\nIm young Lucifer\nTake um all to hell wit, Ya\nDrop um off in a fire storm\nWhy young squad get a riot on\nIf he testify like Common see the fire bomb\nIf you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on\nThese niggaz starving out here getting they diet on\nWhile im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam\nOne man game nigga ima die alone\nFor now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on\n\nWillie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\nNo bull I push pro v's like Pantene\nBlow like a trombone\nFunny niggaz tambourine\nPlayaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\nGators day, they say its mascara wearas\nAnd my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz\nNo blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow\nWe NAPA kill like a hot towel\nAll my hoes hostile\nNot me, never tell me not now\nRap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow\nRoof remover\nWe leave your brain with more air\nManeuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair\nSeduce her, ya\nYou rappers should be tired of lyin'\nBut I know its hard like a tire iron\nBut yet it complex like its Mayan science\nOr Aztec math\nCrazy as a mess tab\nI feed niggaz like a mess hall\nAnd yes y'all\nIts Willie I address y'all\nOr like a stylist\nNobodies fly is this\nYou crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\nAnd Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me\nBut you should be afraid of me\n\nCuz Ima kill um\nIma kill um\nYa ima kill um\nYes Ima kill um\nAnd ima kill um\nIma kill um\nIma kill ummummu\n\nThey say powder makes you hyper\nReefer makes you calm\nCigarettes give you cancer\nWell [?] make you dawg\nWhile I sip the purple harlot\nThick as my sudden drawl\nPut me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers\nThey got bats up in the cave\nUpside down blood rushin' to they head\nThey reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound\nPitchin for the crown\nUptown bound face painted like a clown\nReciting scriptures from the chapters\nProverbs leviticus\nOld ass rappers complainin what the business is\nBout the state of hip\nSoundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick\nIts ridiculous the new school nigga\nWhat you need to do is become a resident\nUnder the condition\nGet yo ass up off your ass\nAnd get your ass up on a mission\nBecome some competition\nLike better run the dog\nYoung money nigga we ball\nLike kobe or chris paul\nFor giving a whack cracker\nStill sippin crystal\nWavin the lifeline\nSince lifes a bitch y'all\nRaisin up the skirts of jezzebels\nFor no cash like\n\"Bitch give me that ass'\nOr pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that jag\"\nNo pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that lam\"\nThey study me?\nCram like im a final exam\nIf I hit you in your back\nYou'll need a spinal exam\nIm something like a rhino or ram\nAnimal, beast\nIrritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\nYM mulisha you niggaz better retreat\nOr be like this beat\nR.I.P. deceased\n\nCuz Ima kill um\nIma kill um\nYa ima kill um\nYes Ima kill um\nAnd ima kill um\nIma kill um\nIma kill ummummu\n\nYa already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped\nIf I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped\nHe gon drop like a flop\nOn the court I love sports\nThat's why I play my bitches cuz I got game\nThat's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\nSame hustle no money\nIm just hip hop they like two bunnies\nWho run it, bitch nigga muaaw\nThat was French, nigga not\nA kiss, nigga nah\nNo homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\nThey say I fucked so and so\nAnd I be like so, so and so\nNike's on they neck, they like let me breathe\nIm sorry but I cant piss how we feed\nThis is why we hot\nThis is how we freeze\nTo fast to follow\nThis is why we lead\nAnd the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy\nThis is how we shoot and this is how we leave\nYa know we tote steal, this is how we ease\nYou can get the steal if you try these thieves now\nGlass needa Swisha let me climb these trees\nAnd im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees\nThis shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\nPuttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\nPuttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 3\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)\n\n And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\n Cuz Im bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n Cuz ima bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\n And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\n Cuz Im bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n Cuz ima bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\n And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be afraid of me\n\n Young veteran, soon to be OG\n Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth\n I hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef\n You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece\n And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n Like della reece, I need celery\n Mo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me\n Im young Lucifer\n Take um all to hell wit, Ya\n Drop um off in a fire storm\n Why young squad get a riot on\n If he testify like Common see the fire bomb\n If you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on\n These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on\n While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam\n One man game nigga ima die alone\n For now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on\n\n Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\n No bull I push pro v's like Pantene\n Blow like a trombone\n Funny niggaz tambourine\n Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n Gators day, they say its mascara wearas\n And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz\n No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow\n We NAPA kill like a hot towel\n All my hoes hostile\n Not me, never tell me not now\n Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow\n Roof remover\n We leave your brain with more air\n Maneuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair\n Seduce her, ya\n You rappers should be tired of lyin'\n But I know its hard like a tire iron\n But yet it complex like its Mayan science\n Or Aztec math\n Crazy as a mess tab\n I feed niggaz like a mess hall\n And yes y'all\n Its Willie I address y'all\n Or like a stylist\n Nobodies fly is this\n You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\n And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me\n But you should be afraid of me\n\n Cuz Ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ya ima kill um\n Yes Ima kill um\n And ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n They say powder makes you hyper\n Reefer makes you calm\n Cigarettes give you cancer\n Well [?] make you dawg\n While I sip the purple harlot\n Thick as my sudden drawl\n Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers\n They got bats up in the cave\n Upside down blood rushin' to they head\n They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound\n Pitchin for the crown\n Uptown bound face painted like a clown\n Reciting scriptures from the chapters\n Proverbs leviticus\n Old ass rappers complainin what the business is\n Bout the state of hip\n Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick\n Its ridiculous the new school nigga\n What you need to do is become a resident\n Under the condition\n Get yo ass up off your ass\n And get your ass up on a mission\n Become some competition\n Like better run the dog\n Young money nigga we ball\n Like kobe or chris paul\n For giving a whack cracker\n Still sippin crystal\n Wavin the lifeline\n Since lifes a bitch y'all\n Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels\n For no cash like\n \"Bitch give me that ass'\n Or pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that jag\"\n No pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that lam\"\n They study me?\n Cram like im a final exam\n If I hit you in your back\n You'll need a spinal exam\n Im something like a rhino or ram\n Animal, beast\n Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n YM mulisha you niggaz better retreat\n Or be like this beat\n R.I.P. deceased\n\n Cuz Ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ya ima kill um\n Yes Ima kill um\n And ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped\n If I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped\n He gon drop like a flop\n On the court I love sports\n That's why I play my bitches cuz I got game\n That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\n Same hustle no money\n Im just hip hop they like two bunnies\n Who run it, bitch nigga muaaw\n That was French, nigga not\n A kiss, nigga nah\n No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\n They say I fucked so and so\n And I be like so, so and so\n Nike's on they neck, they like let me breathe\n Im sorry but I cant piss how we feed\n This is why we hot\n This is how we freeze\n To fast to follow\n This is why we lead\n And the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy\n This is how we shoot and this is how we leave\n Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease\n You can get the steal if you try these thieves now\n Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees\n And im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees\n This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\n Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\n Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground\n"},{"id":22505656,"name":"Dedication 3","trackName":"Dedication 3","artistName":"Lil' Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":433.406625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\nCuz Im bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nCuz ima bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\nCuz Im bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nCuz ima bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\nAnd Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be afraid of me\n\nYoung veteran, soon to be OG\nPlus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth\nI hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef\nYou like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece\nAnd when it comes to money my shit is obese\nLike della reece, I need celery\nMo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me\nIm young Lucifer\nTake um all to hell wit, Ya\nDrop um off in a fire storm\nWhy young squad get a riot on\nIf he testify like Common see the fire bomb\nIf you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on\nThese niggaz starving out here getting they diet on\nWhile im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam\nOne man game nigga ima die alone\nFor now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on\n\nWillie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\nNo bull I push pro v's like Pantene\nBlow like a trombone\nFunny niggaz tambourine\nPlayaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\nGators day, they say its mascara wearas\nAnd my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz\nNo blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow\nWe NAPA kill like a hot towel\nAll my hoes hostile\nNot me, never tell me not now\nRap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow\nRoof remover\nWe leave your brain with more air\nManeuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair\nSeduce her, ya\nYou rappers should be tired of lyin'\nBut I know its hard like a tire iron\nBut yet it complex like its Mayan science\nOr Aztec math\nCrazy as a mess tab\nI feed niggaz like a mess hall\nAnd yes y'all\nIts Willie I address y'all\nOr like a stylist\nNobodies fly is this\nYou crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\nAnd Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me\nBut you should be afraid of me\n\nCuz Ima kill um\nIma kill um\nYa ima kill um\nYes Ima kill um\nAnd ima kill um\nIma kill um\nIma kill ummummu\n\nThey say powder makes you hyper\nReefer makes you calm\nCigarettes give you cancer\nWell [?] make you dawg\nWhile I sip the purple harlot\nThick as my sudden drawl\nPut me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers\nThey got bats up in the cave\nUpside down blood rushin' to they head\nThey reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound\nPitchin for the crown\nUptown bound face painted like a clown\nReciting scriptures from the chapters\nProverbs leviticus\nOld ass rappers complainin what the business is\nBout the state of hip\nSoundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick\nIts ridiculous the new school nigga\nWhat you need to do is become a resident\nUnder the condition\nGet yo ass up off your ass\nAnd get your ass up on a mission\nBecome some competition\nLike better run the dog\nYoung money nigga we ball\nLike kobe or chris paul\nFor giving a whack cracker\nStill sippin crystal\nWavin the lifeline\nSince lifes a bitch y'all\nRaisin up the skirts of jezzebels\nFor no cash like\n\"Bitch give me that ass'\nOr pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that jag\"\nNo pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that lam\"\nThey study me?\nCram like im a final exam\nIf I hit you in your back\nYou'll need a spinal exam\nIm something like a rhino or ram\nAnimal, beast\nIrritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\nYM mulisha you niggaz better retreat\nOr be like this beat\nR.I.P. deceased\n\nCuz Ima kill um\nIma kill um\nYa ima kill um\nYes Ima kill um\nAnd ima kill um\nIma kill um\nIma kill ummummu\n\nYa already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped\nIf I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped\nHe gon drop like a flop\nOn the court I love sports\nThat's why I play my bitches cuz I got game\nThat's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\nSame hustle no money\nIm just hip hop they like two bunnies\nWho run it, bitch nigga muaaw\nThat was French, nigga not\nA kiss, nigga nah\nNo homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\nThey say I fucked so and so\nAnd I be like so, so and so\nNike's on they neck, they like let me breathe\nIm sorry but I cant piss how we feed\nThis is why we hot\nThis is how we freeze\nTo fast to follow\nThis is why we lead\nAnd the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy\nThis is how we shoot and this is how we leave\nYa know we tote steal, this is how we ease\nYou can get the steal if you try these thieves now\nGlass needa Swisha let me climb these trees\nAnd im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees\nThis shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\nPuttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\nPuttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 3\n artist: Lil' Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 433407\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)\n\n And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\n Cuz Im bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n Cuz ima bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\n And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\n Cuz Im bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n Cuz ima bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\n And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be afraid of me\n\n Young veteran, soon to be OG\n Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth\n I hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef\n You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece\n And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n Like della reece, I need celery\n Mo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me\n Im young Lucifer\n Take um all to hell wit, Ya\n Drop um off in a fire storm\n Why young squad get a riot on\n If he testify like Common see the fire bomb\n If you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on\n These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on\n While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam\n One man game nigga ima die alone\n For now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on\n\n Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\n No bull I push pro v's like Pantene\n Blow like a trombone\n Funny niggaz tambourine\n Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n Gators day, they say its mascara wearas\n And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz\n No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow\n We NAPA kill like a hot towel\n All my hoes hostile\n Not me, never tell me not now\n Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow\n Roof remover\n We leave your brain with more air\n Maneuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair\n Seduce her, ya\n You rappers should be tired of lyin'\n But I know its hard like a tire iron\n But yet it complex like its Mayan science\n Or Aztec math\n Crazy as a mess tab\n I feed niggaz like a mess hall\n And yes y'all\n Its Willie I address y'all\n Or like a stylist\n Nobodies fly is this\n You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\n And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me\n But you should be afraid of me\n\n Cuz Ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ya ima kill um\n Yes Ima kill um\n And ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n They say powder makes you hyper\n Reefer makes you calm\n Cigarettes give you cancer\n Well [?] make you dawg\n While I sip the purple harlot\n Thick as my sudden drawl\n Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers\n They got bats up in the cave\n Upside down blood rushin' to they head\n They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound\n Pitchin for the crown\n Uptown bound face painted like a clown\n Reciting scriptures from the chapters\n Proverbs leviticus\n Old ass rappers complainin what the business is\n Bout the state of hip\n Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick\n Its ridiculous the new school nigga\n What you need to do is become a resident\n Under the condition\n Get yo ass up off your ass\n And get your ass up on a mission\n Become some competition\n Like better run the dog\n Young money nigga we ball\n Like kobe or chris paul\n For giving a whack cracker\n Still sippin crystal\n Wavin the lifeline\n Since lifes a bitch y'all\n Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels\n For no cash like\n \"Bitch give me that ass'\n Or pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that jag\"\n No pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that lam\"\n They study me?\n Cram like im a final exam\n If I hit you in your back\n You'll need a spinal exam\n Im something like a rhino or ram\n Animal, beast\n Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n YM mulisha you niggaz better retreat\n Or be like this beat\n R.I.P. deceased\n\n Cuz Ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ya ima kill um\n Yes Ima kill um\n And ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped\n If I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped\n He gon drop like a flop\n On the court I love sports\n That's why I play my bitches cuz I got game\n That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\n Same hustle no money\n Im just hip hop they like two bunnies\n Who run it, bitch nigga muaaw\n That was French, nigga not\n A kiss, nigga nah\n No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\n They say I fucked so and so\n And I be like so, so and so\n Nike's on they neck, they like let me breathe\n Im sorry but I cant piss how we feed\n This is why we hot\n This is how we freeze\n To fast to follow\n This is why we lead\n And the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy\n This is how we shoot and this is how we leave\n Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease\n You can get the steal if you try these thieves now\n Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees\n And im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees\n This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\n Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\n Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground\n"},{"id":2185718,"name":"Dedication 3 (feat. Mack Maine)","trackName":"Dedication 3 (feat. Mack Maine)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(This what ya'll was waiting for? DJ Drama!)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fucking this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggas is killers and all these killers wit me (ya)\nBut you should be more afraid of the killer in me\nCause Im bout kill em\nIm bout kill em\n'Caus ima bouta kill em\nIm bouta kill em\nSo fuck it ima kill em\nSo fuck it ima kill em\nSo fuck it ima kill em\nSo fuck it ima kill em (ya)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fuckin this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me (ya)\nBut you should be afraid of me\n\nYoung veteran, soon to be O.G\nPlus I spit like a crack head with no teeth\nI hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\nYou like a nigga with no guns, you gets no piece\nAnd when it comes to money my shit is obese\nLike Della Reese, I need celery\nMore money what the fuck these niggas telling me\nIm young Lucifer\nTake em all to hell with me, Ya\nDrop em off in a fire storm\nYM riot squad get our riot on\nIf he testify like common see the fire bomb\nIf you know whats best mothafucka get your quiet on\nThese niggas starving out here getting they diet on\nWhile im eatin nigga gripping on my styrofoam\nOne man game nigga ima die alone\nFor now I'm with your girl getting my Rowdy Rod Piper on\n\nWillie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\nNo bull I push pro Vs like Pantene\nBlow like a trombone\nFunny niggas tambourine\nPlayers get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\nGators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\nAnd my niggas on paper getting paper like ball players\nNo blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow\nWe NAPA killin like a hot towel\nAll my hoes hostile\nNot me, never tell me \"not now\"\nRap niggas forty cal to your brow\nRoof remover\nWe leave your brain with more air\nManeuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair\nSeduce her, ya\nYou rappers should be tired o' lyin'\nBut I know its hard like a tire iron\nBut yet it's complex like it's Mayan science\nOr Aztec math\nI'm crazy as a mess tab\nI feed niggas like a mess hall\nAnd yes y'all\nIts Willie I address y'all\nOr like a stylist\nNobodies fly as this\nYou crazy, I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\nAnd Ima Keep fucking this word til ya mothafuckas come for me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\nAnd all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me\nBut you should be afraid of me\nCuz Ima kill em\nIma kill em\nYa ima kill em\nYes Ima kill em\nAnd ima kill em\nIma kill em\nIma kill ummummu\n\nThey say powder makes you hyper\nReefer makes you calm\nCigarettes give u cancer\nWell wounds make you dull\nWhile I sip the purple harlot\nThick as my Southern drawl\nPut me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\nThey got bats up in the cave\nUpside down blood rushing to they head\nThey reacting off sound as I stand on the mound\nPitchin for the crown\nUptown bound face painted like a clown\nReciting scriptures from the chapters\nProverbs leviticus\nOld ass rappers complaining what the business is\n'Bout the state of hip\nSoundin like some bitches hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick\nIts ridiculous the new school nigga\nWhat you need to do is become a resident\nUnder the condition\nGet your ass up off your ass\nAnd get your ass up on a mission\nBecome some competition\nLike Federer and Nadal\nYoung money nigga we ball\nLike Kobe or Chris Paul\nFor giving a whack cracker\nStill sipping Cristal\nWavin the lifeline\nSince lifes a bitch y'all\nRaising up the skirts of jezzebels\nFor no cash like\n\"Bitch give me that ass\"\nOr pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that jag\"\nNo pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that lam\"\nThey study me, yeah\nThey cram like im a final exam\nIf I hit you in your back\nYou'll need a spinal exam\nIm something like a rhino or ram\nAnimal, beast\nIrritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\nYM militia you niggas better retreat\nOr be like this beat\nR.I.P. deceased\n\nCuz Ima kill em\nIma kill em\nYa ima kill em\nYes Ima kill em\nAnd ima kill em\nIma kill em\nIma kill ummummu\n\nYa already, ya better call every pallbearer in ya area the ball carrier gon' get popped\nIf I'm coming around the block the in swing drive gets stopped\nHe gon drop like a flop\nOn the court I love sports\nThat's why I play my bitches cause I got game\nThat's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\nSame hustle new money\nIm just hip hoppin like two bunnies\nWho run it, bitch nigga moi\nThat was French, nigga\nNot a kiss, nigga nah\nHaha No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\nThey say I fuck so and so\nAnd I be like so, so and so\nNikes on they neck, they like let me breathe\nIm sorry but I can't this is how we feed\nThis is why we hot\nThis is how we freeze\nTo fast to follow\nThis is why we lead\nAnd the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\nThis is how we shoot and this is how we leave\nYou know we tote steal, this is how we ease\nYou can get the steel if you try these thieves now\nPass me the swisher let me climb these trees\nAnd them haters say we couldn't this is why we Bs\nThis shit like pudding, putting it down like gravitys pulling\nPutting it down like gravitys pulling\nPutting it down like gravitys pulling me to the ground\n\nYoung\nYooung\nYoooung\n(Dedication 3)\nYooung\n(Y'all ready?!)\nYooung mula baabyy","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.48] And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n[00:08.89] (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\n[00:15.35] And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n[00:19.34] (It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\n[00:26.44] And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n[00:30.24] (This what ya'll was waiting for? DJ Drama!)\n[00:33.94] And Ima Keep Fucking this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n[00:39.38] Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n[00:45.24] And all these niggas is killers and all these killers wit me (ya)\n[00:50.71] But you should be more afraid of the killer in me\n[00:56.07] Cause Im bout kill em\n[00:57.82] Im bout kill em\n[00:58.92] 'Caus ima bouta kill em\n[01:00.14] Im bouta kill em\n[01:01.66] So fuck it ima kill em\n[01:02.97] So fuck it ima kill em\n[01:04.69] So fuck it ima kill em\n[01:06.08] So fuck it ima kill em (ya)\n[01:07.53] And Ima Keep Fuckin this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n[01:13.62] Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n[01:19.08] And all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me (ya)\n[01:23.98] But you should be afraid of me\n[01:30.40] Young veteran, soon to be O.G\n[01:34.30] Plus I spit like a crack head with no teeth\n[01:37.46] I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\n[01:40.03] You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no piece\n[01:43.06] And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n[01:45.62] Like Della Reese, I need celery\n[01:48.65] More money what the fuck these niggas telling me\n[01:51.45] Im young Lucifer\n[01:52.88] Take em all to hell with me, Ya\n[01:54.47] Drop em off in a fire storm\n[01:57.16] YM riot squad get our riot on\n[01:59.77] If he testify like common see the fire bomb\n[02:02.66] If you know whats best mothafucka get your quiet on\n[02:05.82] These niggas starving out here getting they diet on\n[02:08.51] While im eatin nigga gripping on my styrofoam\n[02:11.65] One man game nigga ima die alone\n[02:14.44] For now I'm with your girl getting my Rowdy Rod Piper on\n[02:16.88] Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\n[02:19.66] No bull I push pro Vs like Pantene\n[02:22.29] Blow like a trombone\n[02:23.92] Funny niggas tambourine\n[02:25.49] Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n[02:28.44] Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\n[02:30.68] And my niggas on paper getting paper like ball players\n[02:33.55] No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow\n[02:37.33] We NAPA killin like a hot towel\n[02:39.87] All my hoes hostile\n[02:42.57] Not me, never tell me \"not now\"\n[02:43.35] Rap niggas forty cal to your brow\n[02:45.76] Roof remover\n[02:46.86] We leave your brain with more air\n[02:48.55] Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair\n[02:50.56] Seduce her, ya\n[02:53.02] You rappers should be tired o' lyin'\n[02:54.29] But I know its hard like a tire iron\n[02:56.53] But yet it's complex like it's Mayan science\n[02:59.65] Or Aztec math\n[03:01.94] I'm crazy as a mess tab\n[03:03.48] I feed niggas like a mess hall\n[03:05.73] And yes y'all\n[03:06.82] Its Willie I address y'all\n[03:08.54] Or like a stylist\n[03:09.60] Nobodies fly as this\n[03:11.28] You crazy, I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n[03:14.37] And Ima Keep fucking this word til ya mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n[03:19.52] Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\n[03:25.03] And all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me\n[03:30.42] But you should be afraid of me\n[03:36.41] Cuz Ima kill em\n[03:38.09] Ima kill em\n[03:39.21] Ya ima kill em\n[03:40.53] Yes Ima kill em\n[03:41.87] And ima kill em\n[03:43.45] Ima kill em\n[03:44.82] Ima kill ummummu\n[03:47.82] They say powder makes you hyper\n[03:49.88] Reefer makes you calm\n[03:51.19] Cigarettes give u cancer\n[03:52.60] Well wounds make you dull\n[03:54.13] While I sip the purple harlot\n[03:55.36] Thick as my Southern drawl\n[03:56.76] Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\n[03:59.49] They got bats up in the cave\n[04:01.12] Upside down blood rushing to they head\n[04:03.98] They reacting off sound as I stand on the mound\n[04:06.88] Pitchin for the crown\n[04:08.26] Uptown bound face painted like a clown\n[04:11.03] Reciting scriptures from the chapters\n[04:12.53] Proverbs leviticus\n[04:14.24] Old ass rappers complaining what the business is\n[04:16.77] 'Bout the state of hip\n[04:18.15] Soundin like some bitches hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick\n[04:21.19] Its ridiculous the new school nigga\n[04:23.98] What you need to do is become a resident\n[04:25.84] Under the condition\n[04:26.86] Get your ass up off your ass\n[04:28.20] And get your ass up on a mission\n[04:29.67] Become some competition\n[04:31.18] Like Federer and Nadal\n[04:32.61] Young money nigga we ball\n[04:34.07] Like Kobe or Chris Paul\n[04:35.40] For giving a whack cracker\n[04:36.85] Still sipping Cristal\n[04:38.15] Wavin the lifeline\n[04:39.65] Since lifes a bitch y'all\n[04:41.17] Raising up the skirts of jezzebels\n[04:42.58] For no cash like\n[04:44.44] \"Bitch give me that ass\"\n[04:45.37] Or pulling up to the lot like\n[04:46.97] \"Give me that jag\"\n[04:48.18] No pulling up to the lot like\n[04:49.83] \"Give me that lam\"\n[04:51.03] They study me, yeah\n[04:51.98] They cram like im a final exam\n[04:53.36] If I hit you in your back\n[04:55.22] You'll need a spinal exam\n[04:56.57] Im something like a rhino or ram\n[04:58.33] Animal, beast\n[05:00.06] Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n[05:02.60] YM militia you niggas better retreat\n[05:05.37] Or be like this beat\n[05:07.13] R.I.P. deceased\n[05:08.86] Cuz Ima kill em\n[05:10.46] Ima kill em\n[05:11.81] Ya ima kill em\n[05:13.39] Yes Ima kill em\n[05:14.83] And ima kill em\n[05:16.12] Ima kill em\n[05:17.77] Ima kill ummummu\n[05:19.42] Ya already, ya better call every pallbearer in ya area the ball carrier gon' get popped\n[05:26.73] If I'm coming around the block the in swing drive gets stopped\n[05:29.64] He gon drop like a flop\n[05:31.13] On the court I love sports\n[05:32.69] That's why I play my bitches cause I got game\n[05:34.79] That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\n[05:36.69] Same hustle new money\n[05:39.86] Im just hip hoppin like two bunnies\n[05:42.46] Who run it, bitch nigga moi\n[05:45.43] That was French, nigga\n[05:46.64] Not a kiss, nigga nah\n[05:48.44] Haha No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\n[05:52.62] They say I fuck so and so\n[05:56.97] And I be like so, so and so\n[06:00.18] Nikes on they neck, they like let me breathe\n[06:02.60] Im sorry but I can't this is how we feed\n[06:05.54] This is why we hot\n[06:06.90] This is how we freeze\n[06:08.27] To fast to follow\n[06:09.76] This is why we lead\n[06:11.17] And the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\n[06:14.57] This is how we shoot and this is how we leave\n[06:16.83] You know we tote steal, this is how we ease\n[06:19.70] You can get the steel if you try these thieves now\n[06:22.63] Pass me the swisher let me climb these trees\n[06:25.50] And them haters say we couldn't this is why we Bs\n[06:28.42] This shit like pudding, putting it down like gravitys pulling\n[06:32.53] Putting it down like gravitys pulling\n[06:35.64] Putting it down like gravitys pulling me to the ground\n[06:41.14] Young\n[06:43.91] Yooung\n[06:47.46] Yoooung\n[06:48.28] (Dedication 3)\n[06:48.96] Yooung\n[06:49.89] (Y'all ready?!)\n[06:50.47] Yooung mula baabyy\n[06:51.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 3 (feat. Mack Maine)\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n start_ms: 3480\n end_ms: 8890\n- text: (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\n start_ms: 8890\n end_ms: 15350\n- text: And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n start_ms: 15350\n end_ms: 19340\n- text: (It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\n start_ms: 19340\n end_ms: 26440\n- text: And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n start_ms: 26440\n end_ms: 30240\n- text: (This what ya'll was waiting for? DJ Drama!)\n start_ms: 30240\n end_ms: 33940\n- text: And Ima Keep Fucking this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n start_ms: 33940\n end_ms: 39380\n- text: Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n start_ms: 39380\n end_ms: 45240\n- text: And all these niggas is killers and all these killers wit me (ya)\n start_ms: 45240\n end_ms: 50710\n- text: But you should be more afraid of the killer in me\n start_ms: 50710\n end_ms: 56070\n- text: Cause Im bout kill em\n start_ms: 56070\n end_ms: 57820\n- text: Im bout kill em\n start_ms: 57820\n end_ms: 58920\n- text: '''Caus ima bouta kill em'\n start_ms: 58920\n end_ms: 60140\n- text: Im bouta kill em\n start_ms: 60140\n end_ms: 61660\n- text: So fuck it ima kill em\n start_ms: 61660\n end_ms: 62970\n- text: So fuck it ima kill em\n start_ms: 62970\n end_ms: 64690\n- text: So fuck it ima kill em\n start_ms: 64690\n end_ms: 66080\n- text: So fuck it ima kill em (ya)\n start_ms: 66080\n end_ms: 67530\n- text: And Ima Keep Fuckin this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n start_ms: 67530\n end_ms: 73620\n- text: Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n start_ms: 73620\n end_ms: 79080\n- text: And all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me (ya)\n start_ms: 79080\n end_ms: 83980\n- text: But you should be afraid of me\n start_ms: 83980\n end_ms: 90400\n- text: Young veteran, soon to be O.G\n start_ms: 90400\n end_ms: 94300\n- text: Plus I spit like a crack head with no teeth\n start_ms: 94300\n end_ms: 97460\n- text: I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\n start_ms: 97460\n end_ms: 100030\n- text: You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no piece\n start_ms: 100030\n end_ms: 103060\n- text: And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n start_ms: 103060\n end_ms: 105620\n- text: Like Della Reese, I need celery\n start_ms: 105620\n end_ms: 108650\n- text: More money what the fuck these niggas telling me\n start_ms: 108650\n end_ms: 111450\n- 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142290\n- text: Blow like a trombone\n start_ms: 142290\n end_ms: 143920\n- text: Funny niggas tambourine\n start_ms: 143920\n end_ms: 145490\n- text: Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n start_ms: 145490\n end_ms: 148440\n- text: Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\n start_ms: 148440\n end_ms: 150680\n- text: And my niggas on paper getting paper like ball players\n start_ms: 150680\n end_ms: 153550\n- text: No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow\n start_ms: 153550\n end_ms: 157330\n- text: We NAPA killin like a hot towel\n start_ms: 157330\n end_ms: 159870\n- text: All my hoes hostile\n start_ms: 159870\n end_ms: 162570\n- text: Not me, never tell me \"not now\"\n start_ms: 162570\n end_ms: 163350\n- text: Rap niggas forty cal to your brow\n start_ms: 163350\n end_ms: 165760\n- text: Roof remover\n start_ms: 165760\n end_ms: 166860\n- text: We leave your brain with more air\n start_ms: 166860\n end_ms: 168550\n- text: Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist 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232600\n end_ms: 234130\n- text: While I sip the purple harlot\n start_ms: 234130\n end_ms: 235360\n- text: Thick as my Southern drawl\n start_ms: 235360\n end_ms: 236760\n- text: Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\n start_ms: 236760\n end_ms: 239490\n- text: They got bats up in the cave\n start_ms: 239490\n end_ms: 241120\n- text: Upside down blood rushing to they head\n start_ms: 241120\n end_ms: 243980\n- text: They reacting off sound as I stand on the mound\n start_ms: 243980\n end_ms: 246880\n- text: Pitchin for the crown\n start_ms: 246880\n end_ms: 248260\n- text: Uptown bound face painted like a clown\n start_ms: 248260\n end_ms: 251030\n- text: Reciting scriptures from the chapters\n start_ms: 251030\n end_ms: 252530\n- text: Proverbs leviticus\n start_ms: 252530\n end_ms: 254240\n- text: Old ass rappers complaining what the business is\n start_ms: 254240\n end_ms: 256770\n- text: '''Bout the state of hip'\n start_ms: 256770\n end_ms: 258150\n- text: Soundin like some bitches hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick\n start_ms: 258150\n end_ms: 261190\n- text: Its ridiculous the new school nigga\n start_ms: 261190\n end_ms: 263980\n- text: What you need to do is become a resident\n start_ms: 263980\n end_ms: 265840\n- text: Under the condition\n start_ms: 265840\n end_ms: 266860\n- text: Get your ass up off your ass\n start_ms: 266860\n end_ms: 268200\n- text: And get your ass up on a mission\n start_ms: 268200\n end_ms: 269670\n- text: Become some competition\n start_ms: 269670\n end_ms: 271180\n- text: Like Federer and Nadal\n start_ms: 271180\n end_ms: 272610\n- text: Young money nigga we ball\n start_ms: 272610\n end_ms: 274070\n- text: Like Kobe or Chris Paul\n start_ms: 274070\n end_ms: 275400\n- text: For giving a whack cracker\n start_ms: 275400\n end_ms: 276850\n- text: Still sipping Cristal\n start_ms: 276850\n end_ms: 278150\n- text: Wavin the lifeline\n start_ms: 278150\n end_ms: 279650\n- text: Since lifes a bitch y'all\n 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On the court I love sports\n start_ms: 331130\n end_ms: 332690\n- text: That's why I play my bitches cause I got game\n start_ms: 332690\n end_ms: 334790\n- text: That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\n start_ms: 334790\n end_ms: 336690\n- text: Same hustle new money\n start_ms: 336690\n end_ms: 339860\n- text: Im just hip hoppin like two bunnies\n start_ms: 339860\n end_ms: 342460\n- text: Who run it, bitch nigga moi\n start_ms: 342460\n end_ms: 345430\n- text: That was French, nigga\n start_ms: 345430\n end_ms: 346640\n- text: Not a kiss, nigga nah\n start_ms: 346640\n end_ms: 348440\n- text: Haha No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\n start_ms: 348440\n end_ms: 352620\n- text: They say I fuck so and so\n start_ms: 352620\n end_ms: 356970\n- text: And I be like so, so and so\n start_ms: 356970\n end_ms: 360180\n- text: Nikes on they neck, they like let me breathe\n start_ms: 360180\n end_ms: 362600\n- text: Im sorry but I can't this is how we feed\n start_ms: 362600\n end_ms: 365540\n- text: This is why we hot\n start_ms: 365540\n end_ms: 366900\n- text: This is how we freeze\n start_ms: 366900\n end_ms: 368270\n- text: To fast to follow\n start_ms: 368270\n end_ms: 369760\n- text: This is why we lead\n start_ms: 369760\n end_ms: 371170\n- text: And the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\n start_ms: 371170\n end_ms: 374570\n- text: This is how we shoot and this is how we leave\n start_ms: 374570\n end_ms: 376830\n- text: You know we tote steal, this is how we ease\n start_ms: 376830\n end_ms: 379700\n- text: You can get the steel if you try these thieves now\n start_ms: 379700\n end_ms: 382630\n- text: Pass me the swisher let me climb these trees\n start_ms: 382630\n end_ms: 385500\n- text: And them haters say we couldn't this is why we Bs\n start_ms: 385500\n end_ms: 388420\n- text: This shit like pudding, putting it down like gravitys pulling\n start_ms: 388420\n end_ms: 392530\n- text: Putting it down like gravitys pulling\n start_ms: 392530\n end_ms: 395640\n- text: Putting it down like gravitys pulling me to the ground\n start_ms: 395640\n end_ms: 401140\n- text: Young\n start_ms: 401140\n end_ms: 403910\n- text: Yooung\n start_ms: 403910\n end_ms: 407460\n- text: Yoooung\n start_ms: 407460\n end_ms: 408280\n- text: (Dedication 3)\n start_ms: 408280\n end_ms: 408960\n- text: Yooung\n start_ms: 408960\n end_ms: 409890\n- text: (Y'all ready?!)\n start_ms: 409890\n end_ms: 410470\n- text: Yooung mula baabyy\n start_ms: 410470\n end_ms: 411350\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 411350\nplain: |-\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (This what ya'll was waiting for? DJ Drama!)\n\n And Ima Keep Fucking this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggas is killers and all these killers wit me (ya)\n But you should be more afraid of the killer in me\n Cause Im bout kill em\n Im bout kill em\n 'Caus ima bouta kill em\n Im bouta kill em\n So fuck it ima kill em\n So fuck it ima kill em\n So fuck it ima kill em\n So fuck it ima kill em (ya)\n\n And Ima Keep Fuckin this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me (ya)\n But you should be afraid of me\n\n Young veteran, soon to be O.G\n Plus I spit like a crack head with no teeth\n I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\n You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no piece\n And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n Like Della Reese, I need celery\n More money what the fuck these niggas telling me\n Im young Lucifer\n Take em all to hell with me, Ya\n Drop em off in a fire storm\n YM riot squad get our riot on\n If he testify like common see the fire bomb\n If you know whats best mothafucka get your quiet on\n These niggas starving out here getting they diet on\n While im eatin nigga gripping on my styrofoam\n One man game nigga ima die alone\n For now I'm with your girl getting my Rowdy Rod Piper on\n\n Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\n No bull I push pro Vs like Pantene\n Blow like a trombone\n Funny niggas tambourine\n Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\n And my niggas on paper getting paper like ball players\n No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow\n We NAPA killin like a hot towel\n All my hoes hostile\n Not me, never tell me \"not now\"\n Rap niggas forty cal to your brow\n Roof remover\n We leave your brain with more air\n Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair\n Seduce her, ya\n You rappers should be tired o' lyin'\n But I know its hard like a tire iron\n But yet it's complex like it's Mayan science\n Or Aztec math\n I'm crazy as a mess tab\n I feed niggas like a mess hall\n And yes y'all\n Its Willie I address y'all\n Or like a stylist\n Nobodies fly as this\n You crazy, I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\n And Ima Keep fucking this word til ya mothafuckas come for me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\n And all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me\n But you should be afraid of me\n Cuz Ima kill em\n Ima kill em\n Ya ima kill em\n Yes Ima kill em\n And ima kill em\n Ima kill em\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n They say powder makes you hyper\n Reefer makes you calm\n Cigarettes give u cancer\n Well wounds make you dull\n While I sip the purple harlot\n Thick as my Southern drawl\n Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\n They got bats up in the cave\n Upside down blood rushing to they head\n They reacting off sound as I stand on the mound\n Pitchin for the crown\n Uptown bound face painted like a clown\n Reciting scriptures from the chapters\n Proverbs leviticus\n Old ass rappers complaining what the business is\n 'Bout the state of hip\n Soundin like some bitches hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick\n Its ridiculous the new school nigga\n What you need to do is become a resident\n Under the condition\n Get your ass up off your ass\n And get your ass up on a mission\n Become some competition\n Like Federer and Nadal\n Young money nigga we ball\n Like Kobe or Chris Paul\n For giving a whack cracker\n Still sipping Cristal\n Wavin the lifeline\n Since lifes a bitch y'all\n Raising up the skirts of jezzebels\n For no cash like\n \"Bitch give me that ass\"\n Or pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that jag\"\n No pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that lam\"\n They study me, yeah\n They cram like im a final exam\n If I hit you in your back\n You'll need a spinal exam\n Im something like a rhino or ram\n Animal, beast\n Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n YM militia you niggas better retreat\n Or be like this beat\n R.I.P. deceased\n\n Cuz Ima kill em\n Ima kill em\n Ya ima kill em\n Yes Ima kill em\n And ima kill em\n Ima kill em\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n Ya already, ya better call every pallbearer in ya area the ball carrier gon' get popped\n If I'm coming around the block the in swing drive gets stopped\n He gon drop like a flop\n On the court I love sports\n That's why I play my bitches cause I got game\n That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\n Same hustle new money\n Im just hip hoppin like two bunnies\n Who run it, bitch nigga moi\n That was French, nigga\n Not a kiss, nigga nah\n Haha No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\n They say I fuck so and so\n And I be like so, so and so\n Nikes on they neck, they like let me breathe\n Im sorry but I can't this is how we feed\n This is why we hot\n This is how we freeze\n To fast to follow\n This is why we lead\n And the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\n This is how we shoot and this is how we leave\n You know we tote steal, this is how we ease\n You can get the steel if you try these thieves now\n Pass me the swisher let me climb these trees\n And them haters say we couldn't this is why we Bs\n This shit like pudding, putting it down like gravitys pulling\n Putting it down like gravitys pulling\n Putting it down like gravitys pulling me to the ground\n\n Young\n Yooung\n Yoooung\n (Dedication 3)\n Yooung\n (Y'all ready?!)\n Yooung mula baabyy\n"},{"id":2185715,"name":"Dedication 3","trackName":"Dedication 3","artistName":"lil wayne","albumName":"No Ceilings Dedication","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\nAnd this is just a mixtape, Damn\n(This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\nCuz Im bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nCuz ima bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\nAnd Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\nCuz Im bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nCuz ima bouta kill um\nIm bouta kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um\nSo fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\nAnd Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\nBut you should be afraid of me\n\nYoung veteran, soon to be OG\nPlus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth\nI hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef\nYou like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece\nAnd when it comes to money my shit is obese\nLike della reece, I need celery\nMo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me\nIm young Lucifer\nTake um all to hell wit, Ya\nDrop um off in a fire storm\nWhy young squad get a riot on\nIf he testify like Common see the fire bomb\nIf you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on\nThese niggaz starving out here getting they diet on\nWhile im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam\nOne man game nigga ima die alone\nFor now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on\n\nWillie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\nNo bull I push pro v's like Pantene\nBlow like a trombone\nFunny niggaz tambourine\nPlayaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\nGators day, they say its mascara wearas\nAnd my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz\nNo blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow\nWe NAPA kill like a hot towel\nAll my hoes hostile\nNot me, never tell me not now\nRap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow\nRoof remover\nWe leave your brain with more air\nManeuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair\nSeduce her, ya\nYou rappers should be tired of lyin'\nBut I know its hard like a tire iron\nBut yet it complex like its Mayan science\nOr Aztec math\nCrazy as a mess tab\nI feed niggaz like a mess hall\nAnd yes y'all\nIts Willie I address y'all\nOr like a stylist\nNobodies fly is this\nYou crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\nAnd Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\nDon't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\nAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me\nBut you should be afraid of me\n\nCuz Ima kill um\nIma kill um\nYa ima kill um\nYes Ima kill um\nAnd ima kill um\nIma kill um\nIma kill ummummu\n\nThey say powder makes you hyper\nReefer makes you calm\nCigarettes give you cancer\nWell [?] make you dawg\nWhile I sip the purple harlot\nThick as my sudden drawl\nPut me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers\nThey got bats up in the cave\nUpside down blood rushin' to they head\nThey reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound\nPitchin for the crown\nUptown bound face painted like a clown\nReciting scriptures from the chapters\nProverbs leviticus\nOld ass rappers complainin what the business is\nBout the state of hip\nSoundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick\nIts ridiculous the new school nigga\nWhat you need to do is become a resident\nUnder the condition\nGet yo ass up off your ass\nAnd get your ass up on a mission\nBecome some competition\nLike better run the dog\nYoung money nigga we ball\nLike kobe or chris paul\nFor giving a whack cracker\nStill sippin crystal\nWavin the lifeline\nSince lifes a bitch y'all\nRaisin up the skirts of jezzebels\nFor no cash like\n\"Bitch give me that ass'\nOr pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that jag\"\nNo pulling up to the lot like\n\"Give me that lam\"\nThey study me?\nCram like im a final exam\nIf I hit you in your back\nYou'll need a spinal exam\nIm something like a rhino or ram\nAnimal, beast\nIrritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\nYM mulisha you niggaz better retreat\nOr be like this beat\nR.I.P. deceased\n\nCuz Ima kill um\nIma kill um\nYa ima kill um\nYes Ima kill um\nAnd ima kill um\nIma kill um\nIma kill ummummu\n\nYa already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped\nIf I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped\nHe gon drop like a flop\nOn the court I love sports\nThat's why I play my bitches cuz I got game\nThat's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\nSame hustle no money\nIm just hip hop they like two bunnies\nWho run it, bitch nigga muaaw\nThat was French, nigga not\nA kiss, nigga nah\nNo homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\nThey say I fucked so and so\nAnd I be like so, so and so\nNike's on they neck, they like let me breathe\nIm sorry but I cant piss how we feed\nThis is why we hot\nThis is how we freeze\nTo fast to follow\nThis is why we lead\nAnd the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy\nThis is how we shoot and this is how we leave\nYa know we tote steal, this is how we ease\nYou can get the steal if you try these thieves now\nGlass needa Swisha let me climb these trees\nAnd im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees\nThis shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\nPuttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\nPuttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 3\n artist: lil wayne\n album: No Ceilings Dedication\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (It's more of a dedication, D 3!)\n And this is just a mixtape, Damn\n (This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)\n\n And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\n Cuz Im bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n Cuz ima bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\n And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be more afraid of the killa in me\n\n Cuz Im bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n Cuz ima bouta kill um\n Im bouta kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um\n So fuck it ima kill um (ya)\n\n And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)\n But you should be afraid of me\n\n Young veteran, soon to be OG\n Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth\n I hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef\n You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece\n And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n Like della reece, I need celery\n Mo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me\n Im young Lucifer\n Take um all to hell wit, Ya\n Drop um off in a fire storm\n Why young squad get a riot on\n If he testify like Common see the fire bomb\n If you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on\n These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on\n While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam\n One man game nigga ima die alone\n For now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on\n\n Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring\n No bull I push pro v's like Pantene\n Blow like a trombone\n Funny niggaz tambourine\n Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n Gators day, they say its mascara wearas\n And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz\n No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow\n We NAPA kill like a hot towel\n All my hoes hostile\n Not me, never tell me not now\n Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow\n Roof remover\n We leave your brain with more air\n Maneuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair\n Seduce her, ya\n You rappers should be tired of lyin'\n But I know its hard like a tire iron\n But yet it complex like its Mayan science\n Or Aztec math\n Crazy as a mess tab\n I feed niggaz like a mess hall\n And yes y'all\n Its Willie I address y'all\n Or like a stylist\n Nobodies fly is this\n You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\n And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)\n Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me\n And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me\n But you should be afraid of me\n\n Cuz Ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ya ima kill um\n Yes Ima kill um\n And ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n They say powder makes you hyper\n Reefer makes you calm\n Cigarettes give you cancer\n Well [?] make you dawg\n While I sip the purple harlot\n Thick as my sudden drawl\n Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers\n They got bats up in the cave\n Upside down blood rushin' to they head\n They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound\n Pitchin for the crown\n Uptown bound face painted like a clown\n Reciting scriptures from the chapters\n Proverbs leviticus\n Old ass rappers complainin what the business is\n Bout the state of hip\n Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick\n Its ridiculous the new school nigga\n What you need to do is become a resident\n Under the condition\n Get yo ass up off your ass\n And get your ass up on a mission\n Become some competition\n Like better run the dog\n Young money nigga we ball\n Like kobe or chris paul\n For giving a whack cracker\n Still sippin crystal\n Wavin the lifeline\n Since lifes a bitch y'all\n Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels\n For no cash like\n \"Bitch give me that ass'\n Or pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that jag\"\n No pulling up to the lot like\n \"Give me that lam\"\n They study me?\n Cram like im a final exam\n If I hit you in your back\n You'll need a spinal exam\n Im something like a rhino or ram\n Animal, beast\n Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n YM mulisha you niggaz better retreat\n Or be like this beat\n R.I.P. deceased\n\n Cuz Ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ya ima kill um\n Yes Ima kill um\n And ima kill um\n Ima kill um\n Ima kill ummummu\n\n Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped\n If I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped\n He gon drop like a flop\n On the court I love sports\n That's why I play my bitches cuz I got game\n That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)\n Same hustle no money\n Im just hip hop they like two bunnies\n Who run it, bitch nigga muaaw\n That was French, nigga not\n A kiss, nigga nah\n No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4\n They say I fucked so and so\n And I be like so, so and so\n Nike's on they neck, they like let me breathe\n Im sorry but I cant piss how we feed\n This is why we hot\n This is how we freeze\n To fast to follow\n This is why we lead\n And the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy\n This is how we shoot and this is how we leave\n Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease\n You can get the steal if you try these thieves now\n Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees\n And im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees\n This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\n Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'\n Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground\n"},{"id":2185720,"name":"Dedication 4??????????","trackName":"Dedication 4??????????","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":386.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove\nI'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose\nRed bone naked, in the bed flexin'\nI say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression\nI ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF\nMan, we living in hell like a deep breath\nReal niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses\nIf she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her\nMoney on the table, guns on the table\nBitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo\nAnd my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho\nHello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello\nDrop top Maybach, clean like Ajax\nMan I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks\nWe got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax\nI put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh\nPussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral\nBlood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion\nWake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up\nHer titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's\nRun up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups\nYour bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts\nShoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes\nI still wear that ass out like a wardrobe\nBitch, what they gonna say?\nStill eating rappers on my fucking lunch break\nBad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake\nI let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some\nDrakeAnd then I let that kush burn let that kush burn\nYeah I let that kush burn\nSmoking gasoline bitch\nThe booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\nYoung Money bitch we at the top like barbwire\nMoney on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch\nI'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch\nStop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin'\nStayed on the same team like Tim Duncan\nShit get real if ya scared go to catholic school\nAnd if we want it straight jacket like a padded room\nShoot your ass 100 times and stand over you\nLil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia\nBurn bitch, AK in my firm grip\nLeap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons\nPreach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech\nI be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese\nI like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police\nFuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee\nMoney talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach\nThat lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech\nBank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell\nMy girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield\nWe'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell\nWe pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal\nI'm stuntin', getting new money\nTrukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em\nI get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne\nIn the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM\nLil' bitch\nNiggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit\nNiggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick\nFuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit\nSuck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\nAnd let that kush burn let that kush\nYeah I let that kush burn\nSmoking gasoline bitch\nThe booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\nHolla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 4??????????\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 386000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove\n I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose\n Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'\n I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression\n I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF\n Man, we living in hell like a deep breath\n Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses\n If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her\n Money on the table, guns on the table\n Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo\n And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho\n Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello\n Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax\n Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks\n We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax\n I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh\n Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral\n Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion\n Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up\n Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's\n Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups\n Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts\n Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes\n I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe\n Bitch, what they gonna say?\n Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break\n Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake\n I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some\n DrakeAnd then I let that kush burn let that kush burn\n Yeah I let that kush burn\n Smoking gasoline bitch\n The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\n Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire\n Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch\n I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch\n Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin'\n Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan\n Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school\n And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room\n Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you\n Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia\n Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip\n Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons\n Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech\n I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese\n I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police\n Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee\n Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach\n That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech\n Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell\n My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield\n We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell\n We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal\n I'm stuntin', getting new money\n Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em\n I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne\n In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM\n Lil' bitch\n Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit\n Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick\n Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit\n Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\n And let that kush burn let that kush\n Yeah I let that kush burn\n Smoking gasoline bitch\n The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\n Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer\n"},{"id":2182073,"name":"A Dedication","trackName":"A Dedication","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":50.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This just my interpretation of the situation\nAnd this is my dedication\nIt's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\nAnd this is dedicated, first off\n\nTo my city\nThe lost city of New Orleans\nBut umm, I wanna speak to my city\nAnd I wanna let 'em know that\n\nWe can't be lost for long\nAnd we damn sure can't be lost forever\nSo each time we find ourselves\nWithin all that water\nWithin all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\nIt's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\nBecause memories are everything\nAnd when I say memories are everything\nI mean it's important what you are remembered by\nAnd trust me. I, you, we\nDon't wanna be remembered as the lost city\nI'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\nScrimp, yea\nAlso I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\nYou're welcome\nBut umm, we gotta get up mane\nFuck it\nRise above it\n\nSo a lot of people ask me\nWhat you gonna do for your city?\nI be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\nWhat you dog did for your city?\nMotherfucker, that's my city\nTherefore I still got family members in that city mane\nWhat the fuck I'mma do for them?\nYou know what I mean?\nAnd I do my best, trust me\nAnd that's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do this right here for my city man\nThat's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do me for my city\nSo therefore I am remembered by my city\nYa dig?\n\nAnd this is also dedicated to\nThem bitch niggas\nYou ho niggas, you pussy niggas\nYou broke niggas yea\nFuck you with a sig dick\nPause\nI can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\nAnd this also dedicated to the bad bitches\nFirst off, them chocolate women\nI know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\nBut um this dedicated to them chocolate women\nYa dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\nNot how it seems like\nYea\n\nAnd this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\nIt's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\nThey still pump that bass\nFool nigga to dick nigga\nWuchu gonna do about that?\nIt's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\nPause\nBeen down on me since day one\nNigga they been down on me since day 2\nNigga they've been down on me since today\nThis love nigga\n\nAnd this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\nMy nigga Mike Bailey\nMy nigga Young Jeezy\nJae Millz\nDae Cole,\nJ Gutter\nReal Flow, them mousies\nThe beautiful Nicki Minaj\nDJ Drama\nMy nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\nKnow what it is\nStunna Man\nAll young money, cash money man\nIt's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\nTruck fit, truck the world\nFyber O, DJ Crack\nKnow what it is\nSuper\nAll that shit\nShout out to the hoes skatin' world\nI appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\nBustin' my ass and shit but um\nPops, I get it\nWe that shit nigga\nFuck wrong wit you?\nAnd this also dedicated to you\nWhoever you are\nWherever you are\nHowever you are\nI hope I'm remembered\n\nD4 ho\nRest in peace Chris Light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Dedication\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 50000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This just my interpretation of the situation\n And this is my dedication\n It's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\n And this is dedicated, first off\n\n To my city\n The lost city of New Orleans\n But umm, I wanna speak to my city\n And I wanna let 'em know that\n\n We can't be lost for long\n And we damn sure can't be lost forever\n So each time we find ourselves\n Within all that water\n Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\n It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\n Because memories are everything\n And when I say memories are everything\n I mean it's important what you are remembered by\n And trust me. I, you, we\n Don't wanna be remembered as the lost city\n I'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\n Scrimp, yea\n Also I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\n You're welcome\n But umm, we gotta get up mane\n Fuck it\n Rise above it\n\n So a lot of people ask me\n What you gonna do for your city?\n I be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\n What you dog did for your city?\n Motherfucker, that's my city\n Therefore I still got family members in that city mane\n What the fuck I'mma do for them?\n You know what I mean?\n And I do my best, trust me\n And that's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do this right here for my city man\n That's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do me for my city\n So therefore I am remembered by my city\n Ya dig?\n\n And this is also dedicated to\n Them bitch niggas\n You ho niggas, you pussy niggas\n You broke niggas yea\n Fuck you with a sig dick\n Pause\n I can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\n And this also dedicated to the bad bitches\n First off, them chocolate women\n I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\n But um this dedicated to them chocolate women\n Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\n Not how it seems like\n Yea\n\n And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\n Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\n It's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\n They still pump that bass\n Fool nigga to dick nigga\n Wuchu gonna do about that?\n It's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\n Pause\n Been down on me since day one\n Nigga they been down on me since day 2\n Nigga they've been down on me since today\n This love nigga\n\n And this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\n My nigga Mike Bailey\n My nigga Young Jeezy\n Jae Millz\n Dae Cole,\n J Gutter\n Real Flow, them mousies\n The beautiful Nicki Minaj\n DJ Drama\n My nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\n Know what it is\n Stunna Man\n All young money, cash money man\n It's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\n Truck fit, truck the world\n Fyber O, DJ Crack\n Know what it is\n Super\n All that shit\n Shout out to the hoes skatin' world\n I appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\n Bustin' my ass and shit but um\n Pops, I get it\n We that shit nigga\n Fuck wrong wit you?\n And this also dedicated to you\n Whoever you are\n Wherever you are\n However you are\n I hope I'm remembered\n\n D4 ho\n Rest in peace Chris Light\n"},{"id":30566388,"name":"A Dedication","trackName":"A Dedication","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":58.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This just my interpretation of the situation\nAnd this is my dedication\nIt's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\nAnd this is dedicated, first off\n\nTo my city\nThe lost city of New Orleans\nBut umm, I wanna speak to my city\nAnd I wanna let 'em know that\n\nWe can't be lost for long\nAnd we damn sure can't be lost forever\nSo each time we find ourselves\nWithin all that water\nWithin all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\nIt's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\nBecause memories are everything\nAnd when I say memories are everything\nI mean it's important what you are remembered by\nAnd trust me. I, you, we\nDon't wanna be remembered as the lost city\nI'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\nScrimp, yea\nAlso I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\nYou're welcome\nBut umm, we gotta get up mane\nFuck it\nRise above it\n\nSo a lot of people ask me\nWhat you gonna do for your city?\nI be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\nWhat you dog did for your city?\nMotherfucker, that's my city\nTherefore I still got family members in that city mane\nWhat the fuck I'mma do for them?\nYou know what I mean?\nAnd I do my best, trust me\nAnd that's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do this right here for my city man\nThat's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do me for my city\nSo therefore I am remembered by my city\nYa dig?\n\nAnd this is also dedicated to\nThem bitch niggas\nYou ho niggas, you pussy niggas\nYou broke niggas yea\nFuck you with a sig dick\nPause\nI can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\nAnd this also dedicated to the bad bitches\nFirst off, them chocolate women\nI know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\nBut um this dedicated to them chocolate women\nYa dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\nNot how it seems like\nYea\n\nAnd this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\nIt's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\nThey still pump that bass\nFool nigga to dick nigga\nWuchu gonna do about that?\nIt's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\nPause\nBeen down on me since day one\nNigga they been down on me since day 2\nNigga they've been down on me since today\nThis love nigga\n\nAnd this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\nMy nigga Mike Bailey\nMy nigga Young Jeezy\nJae Millz\nDae Cole,\nJ Gutter\nReal Flow, them mousies\nThe beautiful Nicki Minaj\nDJ Drama\nMy nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\nKnow what it is\nStunna Man\nAll young money, cash money man\nIt's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\nTruck fit, truck the world\nFyber O, DJ Crack\nKnow what it is\nSuper\nAll that shit\nShout out to the hoes skatin' world\nI appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\nBustin' my ass and shit but um\nPops, I get it\nWe that shit nigga\nFuck wrong wit you?\nAnd this also dedicated to you\nWhoever you are\nWherever you are\nHowever you are\nI hope I'm remembered\n\nD4 ho\nRest in peace Chris Light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Dedication\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 58000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This just my interpretation of the situation\n And this is my dedication\n It's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\n And this is dedicated, first off\n\n To my city\n The lost city of New Orleans\n But umm, I wanna speak to my city\n And I wanna let 'em know that\n\n We can't be lost for long\n And we damn sure can't be lost forever\n So each time we find ourselves\n Within all that water\n Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\n It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\n Because memories are everything\n And when I say memories are everything\n I mean it's important what you are remembered by\n And trust me. I, you, we\n Don't wanna be remembered as the lost city\n I'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\n Scrimp, yea\n Also I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\n You're welcome\n But umm, we gotta get up mane\n Fuck it\n Rise above it\n\n So a lot of people ask me\n What you gonna do for your city?\n I be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\n What you dog did for your city?\n Motherfucker, that's my city\n Therefore I still got family members in that city mane\n What the fuck I'mma do for them?\n You know what I mean?\n And I do my best, trust me\n And that's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do this right here for my city man\n That's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do me for my city\n So therefore I am remembered by my city\n Ya dig?\n\n And this is also dedicated to\n Them bitch niggas\n You ho niggas, you pussy niggas\n You broke niggas yea\n Fuck you with a sig dick\n Pause\n I can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\n And this also dedicated to the bad bitches\n First off, them chocolate women\n I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\n But um this dedicated to them chocolate women\n Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\n Not how it seems like\n Yea\n\n And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\n Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\n It's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\n They still pump that bass\n Fool nigga to dick nigga\n Wuchu gonna do about that?\n It's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\n Pause\n Been down on me since day one\n Nigga they been down on me since day 2\n Nigga they've been down on me since today\n This love nigga\n\n And this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\n My nigga Mike Bailey\n My nigga Young Jeezy\n Jae Millz\n Dae Cole,\n J Gutter\n Real Flow, them mousies\n The beautiful Nicki Minaj\n DJ Drama\n My nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\n Know what it is\n Stunna Man\n All young money, cash money man\n It's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\n Truck fit, truck the world\n Fyber O, DJ Crack\n Know what it is\n Super\n All that shit\n Shout out to the hoes skatin' world\n I appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\n Bustin' my ass and shit but um\n Pops, I get it\n We that shit nigga\n Fuck wrong wit you?\n And this also dedicated to you\n Whoever you are\n Wherever you are\n However you are\n I hope I'm remembered\n\n D4 ho\n Rest in peace Chris Light\n"},{"id":19688786,"name":"Dedication 4","trackName":"Dedication 4","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":406.785125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove\nI'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose\nRed bone naked, in the bed flexin'\nI say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression\nI ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF\nMan, we living in hell like a deep breath\nReal niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses\nIf she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her\nMoney on the table, guns on the table\nBitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo\nAnd my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho\nHello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello\nDrop top Maybach, clean like Ajax\nMan I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks\nWe got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax\nI put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh\nPussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral\nBlood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion\nWake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up\nHer titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's\nRun up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups\nYour bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts\nShoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes\nI still wear that ass out like a wardrobe\nBitch, what they gonna say?\nStill eating rappers on my fucking lunch break\nBad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake\nI let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some\nDrakeAnd then I let that kush burn let that kush burn\nYeah I let that kush burn\nSmoking gasoline bitch\nThe booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\nYoung Money bitch we at the top like barbwire\nMoney on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch\nI'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch\nStop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin'\nStayed on the same team like Tim Duncan\nShit get real if ya scared go to catholic school\nAnd if we want it straight jacket like a padded room\nShoot your ass 100 times and stand over you\nLil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia\nBurn bitch, AK in my firm grip\nLeap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons\nPreach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech\nI be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese\nI like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police\nFuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee\nMoney talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach\nThat lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech\nBank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell\nMy girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield\nWe'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell\nWe pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal\nI'm stuntin', getting new money\nTrukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em\nI get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne\nIn the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM\nLil' bitch\nNiggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit\nNiggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick\nFuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit\nSuck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\nAnd let that kush burn let that kush\nYeah I let that kush burn\nSmoking gasoline bitch\nThe booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\nHolla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 4\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 406785\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove\n I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose\n Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'\n I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression\n I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF\n Man, we living in hell like a deep breath\n Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses\n If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her\n Money on the table, guns on the table\n Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo\n And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho\n Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello\n Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax\n Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks\n We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax\n I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh\n Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral\n Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion\n Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up\n Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's\n Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups\n Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts\n Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes\n I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe\n Bitch, what they gonna say?\n Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break\n Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake\n I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some\n DrakeAnd then I let that kush burn let that kush burn\n Yeah I let that kush burn\n Smoking gasoline bitch\n The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\n Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire\n Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch\n I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch\n Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin'\n Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan\n Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school\n And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room\n Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you\n Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia\n Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip\n Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons\n Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech\n I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese\n I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police\n Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee\n Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach\n That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech\n Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell\n My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield\n We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell\n We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal\n I'm stuntin', getting new money\n Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em\n I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne\n In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM\n Lil' bitch\n Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit\n Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick\n Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit\n Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\n And let that kush burn let that kush\n Yeah I let that kush burn\n Smoking gasoline bitch\n The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\n Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer\n"},{"id":19544892,"name":"A Dedication","trackName":"A Dedication","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":70.40625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This just my interpretation of the situation\nAnd this is my dedication\nIt's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\nAnd this is dedicated, first off\n\nTo my city\nThe lost city of New Orleans\nBut umm, I wanna speak to my city\nAnd I wanna let 'em know that\n\nWe can't be lost for long\nAnd we damn sure can't be lost forever\nSo each time we find ourselves\nWithin all that water\nWithin all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\nIt's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\nBecause memories are everything\nAnd when I say memories are everything\nI mean it's important what you are remembered by\nAnd trust me. I, you, we\nDon't wanna be remembered as the lost city\nI'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\nScrimp, yea\nAlso I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\nYou're welcome\nBut umm, we gotta get up mane\nFuck it\nRise above it\n\nSo a lot of people ask me\nWhat you gonna do for your city?\nI be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\nWhat you dog did for your city?\nMotherfucker, that's my city\nTherefore I still got family members in that city mane\nWhat the fuck I'mma do for them?\nYou know what I mean?\nAnd I do my best, trust me\nAnd that's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do this right here for my city man\nThat's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do me for my city\nSo therefore I am remembered by my city\nYa dig?\n\nAnd this is also dedicated to\nThem bitch niggas\nYou ho niggas, you pussy niggas\nYou broke niggas yea\nFuck you with a sig dick\nPause\nI can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\nAnd this also dedicated to the bad bitches\nFirst off, them chocolate women\nI know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\nBut um this dedicated to them chocolate women\nYa dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\nNot how it seems like\nYea\n\nAnd this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\nIt's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\nThey still pump that bass\nFool nigga to dick nigga\nWuchu gonna do about that?\nIt's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\nPause\nBeen down on me since day one\nNigga they been down on me since day 2\nNigga they've been down on me since today\nThis love nigga\n\nAnd this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\nMy nigga Mike Bailey\nMy nigga Young Jeezy\nJae Millz\nDae Cole,\nJ Gutter\nReal Flow, them mousies\nThe beautiful Nicki Minaj\nDJ Drama\nMy nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\nKnow what it is\nStunna Man\nAll young money, cash money man\nIt's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\nTruck fit, truck the world\nFyber O, DJ Crack\nKnow what it is\nSuper\nAll that shit\nShout out to the hoes skatin' world\nI appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\nBustin' my ass and shit but um\nPops, I get it\nWe that shit nigga\nFuck wrong wit you?\nAnd this also dedicated to you\nWhoever you are\nWherever you are\nHowever you are\nI hope I'm remembered\n\nD4 ho\nRest in peace Chris Light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Dedication\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 70406\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This just my interpretation of the situation\n And this is my dedication\n It's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\n And this is dedicated, first off\n\n To my city\n The lost city of New Orleans\n But umm, I wanna speak to my city\n And I wanna let 'em know that\n\n We can't be lost for long\n And we damn sure can't be lost forever\n So each time we find ourselves\n Within all that water\n Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\n It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\n Because memories are everything\n And when I say memories are everything\n I mean it's important what you are remembered by\n And trust me. I, you, we\n Don't wanna be remembered as the lost city\n I'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\n Scrimp, yea\n Also I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\n You're welcome\n But umm, we gotta get up mane\n Fuck it\n Rise above it\n\n So a lot of people ask me\n What you gonna do for your city?\n I be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\n What you dog did for your city?\n Motherfucker, that's my city\n Therefore I still got family members in that city mane\n What the fuck I'mma do for them?\n You know what I mean?\n And I do my best, trust me\n And that's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do this right here for my city man\n That's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do me for my city\n So therefore I am remembered by my city\n Ya dig?\n\n And this is also dedicated to\n Them bitch niggas\n You ho niggas, you pussy niggas\n You broke niggas yea\n Fuck you with a sig dick\n Pause\n I can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\n And this also dedicated to the bad bitches\n First off, them chocolate women\n I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\n But um this dedicated to them chocolate women\n Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\n Not how it seems like\n Yea\n\n And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\n Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\n It's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\n They still pump that bass\n Fool nigga to dick nigga\n Wuchu gonna do about that?\n It's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\n Pause\n Been down on me since day one\n Nigga they been down on me since day 2\n Nigga they've been down on me since today\n This love nigga\n\n And this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\n My nigga Mike Bailey\n My nigga Young Jeezy\n Jae Millz\n Dae Cole,\n J Gutter\n Real Flow, them mousies\n The beautiful Nicki Minaj\n DJ Drama\n My nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\n Know what it is\n Stunna Man\n All young money, cash money man\n It's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\n Truck fit, truck the world\n Fyber O, DJ Crack\n Know what it is\n Super\n All that shit\n Shout out to the hoes skatin' world\n I appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\n Bustin' my ass and shit but um\n Pops, I get it\n We that shit nigga\n Fuck wrong wit you?\n And this also dedicated to you\n Whoever you are\n Wherever you are\n However you are\n I hope I'm remembered\n\n D4 ho\n Rest in peace Chris Light\n"},{"id":18811161,"name":"A Dedication","trackName":"A Dedication","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":300.225306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This just my interpretation of the situation\nAnd this is my dedication\nIt's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\nAnd this is dedicated, first off\n\nTo my city\nThe lost city of New Orleans\nBut umm, I wanna speak to my city\nAnd I wanna let 'em know that\n\nWe can't be lost for long\nAnd we damn sure can't be lost forever\nSo each time we find ourselves\nWithin all that water\nWithin all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\nIt's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\nBecause memories are everything\nAnd when I say memories are everything\nI mean it's important what you are remembered by\nAnd trust me. I, you, we\nDon't wanna be remembered as the lost city\nI'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\nScrimp, yea\nAlso I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\nYou're welcome\nBut umm, we gotta get up mane\nFuck it\nRise above it\n\nSo a lot of people ask me\nWhat you gonna do for your city?\nI be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\nWhat you dog did for your city?\nMotherfucker, that's my city\nTherefore I still got family members in that city mane\nWhat the fuck I'mma do for them?\nYou know what I mean?\nAnd I do my best, trust me\nAnd that's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do this right here for my city man\nThat's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do me for my city\nSo therefore I am remembered by my city\nYa dig?\n\nAnd this is also dedicated to\nThem bitch niggas\nYou ho niggas, you pussy niggas\nYou broke niggas yea\nFuck you with a sig dick\nPause\nI can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\nAnd this also dedicated to the bad bitches\nFirst off, them chocolate women\nI know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\nBut um this dedicated to them chocolate women\nYa dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\nNot how it seems like\nYea\n\nAnd this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\nIt's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\nThey still pump that bass\nFool nigga to dick nigga\nWuchu gonna do about that?\nIt's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\nPause\nBeen down on me since day one\nNigga they been down on me since day 2\nNigga they've been down on me since today\nThis love nigga\n\nAnd this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\nMy nigga Mike Bailey\nMy nigga Young Jeezy\nJae Millz\nDae Cole,\nJ Gutter\nReal Flow, them mousies\nThe beautiful Nicki Minaj\nDJ Drama\nMy nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\nKnow what it is\nStunna Man\nAll young money, cash money man\nIt's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\nTruck fit, truck the world\nFyber O, DJ Crack\nKnow what it is\nSuper\nAll that shit\nShout out to the hoes skatin' world\nI appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\nBustin' my ass and shit but um\nPops, I get it\nWe that shit nigga\nFuck wrong wit you?\nAnd this also dedicated to you\nWhoever you are\nWherever you are\nHowever you are\nI hope I'm remembered\n\nD4 ho\nRest in peace Chris Light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Dedication\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 300225\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This just my interpretation of the situation\n And this is my dedication\n It's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\n And this is dedicated, first off\n\n To my city\n The lost city of New Orleans\n But umm, I wanna speak to my city\n And I wanna let 'em know that\n\n We can't be lost for long\n And we damn sure can't be lost forever\n So each time we find ourselves\n Within all that water\n Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\n It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\n Because memories are everything\n And when I say memories are everything\n I mean it's important what you are remembered by\n And trust me. I, you, we\n Don't wanna be remembered as the lost city\n I'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\n Scrimp, yea\n Also I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\n You're welcome\n But umm, we gotta get up mane\n Fuck it\n Rise above it\n\n So a lot of people ask me\n What you gonna do for your city?\n I be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\n What you dog did for your city?\n Motherfucker, that's my city\n Therefore I still got family members in that city mane\n What the fuck I'mma do for them?\n You know what I mean?\n And I do my best, trust me\n And that's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do this right here for my city man\n That's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do me for my city\n So therefore I am remembered by my city\n Ya dig?\n\n And this is also dedicated to\n Them bitch niggas\n You ho niggas, you pussy niggas\n You broke niggas yea\n Fuck you with a sig dick\n Pause\n I can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\n And this also dedicated to the bad bitches\n First off, them chocolate women\n I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\n But um this dedicated to them chocolate women\n Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\n Not how it seems like\n Yea\n\n And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\n Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\n It's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\n They still pump that bass\n Fool nigga to dick nigga\n Wuchu gonna do about that?\n It's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\n Pause\n Been down on me since day one\n Nigga they been down on me since day 2\n Nigga they've been down on me since today\n This love nigga\n\n And this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\n My nigga Mike Bailey\n My nigga Young Jeezy\n Jae Millz\n Dae Cole,\n J Gutter\n Real Flow, them mousies\n The beautiful Nicki Minaj\n DJ Drama\n My nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\n Know what it is\n Stunna Man\n All young money, cash money man\n It's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\n Truck fit, truck the world\n Fyber O, DJ Crack\n Know what it is\n Super\n All that shit\n Shout out to the hoes skatin' world\n I appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\n Bustin' my ass and shit but um\n Pops, I get it\n We that shit nigga\n Fuck wrong wit you?\n And this also dedicated to you\n Whoever you are\n Wherever you are\n However you are\n I hope I'm remembered\n\n D4 ho\n Rest in peace Chris Light\n"},{"id":29036286,"name":"A Dedication","trackName":"A Dedication","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":371.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This just my interpretation of the situation\nAnd this is my dedication\nIt's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\nAnd this is dedicated, first off\n\nTo my city\nThe lost city of New Orleans\nBut umm, I wanna speak to my city\nAnd I wanna let 'em know that\n\nWe can't be lost for long\nAnd we damn sure can't be lost forever\nSo each time we find ourselves\nWithin all that water\nWithin all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\nIt's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\nBecause memories are everything\nAnd when I say memories are everything\nI mean it's important what you are remembered by\nAnd trust me. I, you, we\nDon't wanna be remembered as the lost city\nI'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\nScrimp, yea\nAlso I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\nYou're welcome\nBut umm, we gotta get up mane\nFuck it\nRise above it\n\nSo a lot of people ask me\nWhat you gonna do for your city?\nI be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\nWhat you dog did for your city?\nMotherfucker, that's my city\nTherefore I still got family members in that city mane\nWhat the fuck I'mma do for them?\nYou know what I mean?\nAnd I do my best, trust me\nAnd that's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do this right here for my city man\nThat's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do me for my city\nSo therefore I am remembered by my city\nYa dig?\n\nAnd this is also dedicated to\nThem bitch niggas\nYou ho niggas, you pussy niggas\nYou broke niggas yea\nFuck you with a sig dick\nPause\nI can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\nAnd this also dedicated to the bad bitches\nFirst off, them chocolate women\nI know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\nBut um this dedicated to them chocolate women\nYa dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\nNot how it seems like\nYea\n\nAnd this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\nIt's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\nThey still pump that bass\nFool nigga to dick nigga\nWuchu gonna do about that?\nIt's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\nPause\nBeen down on me since day one\nNigga they been down on me since day 2\nNigga they've been down on me since today\nThis love nigga\n\nAnd this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\nMy nigga Mike Bailey\nMy nigga Young Jeezy\nJae Millz\nDae Cole,\nJ Gutter\nReal Flow, them mousies\nThe beautiful Nicki Minaj\nDJ Drama\nMy nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\nKnow what it is\nStunna Man\nAll young money, cash money man\nIt's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\nTruck fit, truck the world\nFyber O, DJ Crack\nKnow what it is\nSuper\nAll that shit\nShout out to the hoes skatin' world\nI appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\nBustin' my ass and shit but um\nPops, I get it\nWe that shit nigga\nFuck wrong wit you?\nAnd this also dedicated to you\nWhoever you are\nWherever you are\nHowever you are\nI hope I'm remembered\n\nD4 ho\nRest in peace Chris Light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Dedication\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 371000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This just my interpretation of the situation\n And this is my dedication\n It's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\n And this is dedicated, first off\n\n To my city\n The lost city of New Orleans\n But umm, I wanna speak to my city\n And I wanna let 'em know that\n\n We can't be lost for long\n And we damn sure can't be lost forever\n So each time we find ourselves\n Within all that water\n Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\n It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\n Because memories are everything\n And when I say memories are everything\n I mean it's important what you are remembered by\n And trust me. I, you, we\n Don't wanna be remembered as the lost city\n I'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\n Scrimp, yea\n Also I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\n You're welcome\n But umm, we gotta get up mane\n Fuck it\n Rise above it\n\n So a lot of people ask me\n What you gonna do for your city?\n I be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\n What you dog did for your city?\n Motherfucker, that's my city\n Therefore I still got family members in that city mane\n What the fuck I'mma do for them?\n You know what I mean?\n And I do my best, trust me\n And that's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do this right here for my city man\n That's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do me for my city\n So therefore I am remembered by my city\n Ya dig?\n\n And this is also dedicated to\n Them bitch niggas\n You ho niggas, you pussy niggas\n You broke niggas yea\n Fuck you with a sig dick\n Pause\n I can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\n And this also dedicated to the bad bitches\n First off, them chocolate women\n I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\n But um this dedicated to them chocolate women\n Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\n Not how it seems like\n Yea\n\n And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\n Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\n It's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\n They still pump that bass\n Fool nigga to dick nigga\n Wuchu gonna do about that?\n It's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\n Pause\n Been down on me since day one\n Nigga they been down on me since day 2\n Nigga they've been down on me since today\n This love nigga\n\n And this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\n My nigga Mike Bailey\n My nigga Young Jeezy\n Jae Millz\n Dae Cole,\n J Gutter\n Real Flow, them mousies\n The beautiful Nicki Minaj\n DJ Drama\n My nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\n Know what it is\n Stunna Man\n All young money, cash money man\n It's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\n Truck fit, truck the world\n Fyber O, DJ Crack\n Know what it is\n Super\n All that shit\n Shout out to the hoes skatin' world\n I appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\n Bustin' my ass and shit but um\n Pops, I get it\n We that shit nigga\n Fuck wrong wit you?\n And this also dedicated to you\n Whoever you are\n Wherever you are\n However you are\n I hope I'm remembered\n\n D4 ho\n Rest in peace Chris Light\n"},{"id":9732689,"name":"Dedication 3","trackName":"Dedication 3","artistName":"Lil Wayne feat. Gudda Gudda, Willie the Kid & Mack Maine","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And this is just a mixtape, damn\nWell, it's a little more than that\nIt's more like a message\nMore like a change for the better\nAnd this is just a mixtape, damn\nIt's more of a dedication\nD3!\nAnd this is just a mixtape, damn\nThis what y'all was waiting for?\nDJ Drama!\n\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Ill!)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nAnd all these niggas is killers\nAnd all these killers with me, yeah\nBut you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)\n'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta!)\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nAnd all these niggas is killers\nAnd all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)\nBut you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYoung veteran, soon to be OG\nPlus I spit like a crackhead with no teeth\nI hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\nYou like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace\nAnd when it comes to money my shit is obese\nLike Della Reese, I need celery\nMore money, what the fuck these niggas telling me?\nI'm young Lucifer, take em all to hell with me, yeah\nDrop 'em off in a fire storm, YM riot squad, get our riot on\nIf he testify like Common, see the fire bomb\nIf you know what's best, mothafucka, get your quiet on\nThese niggas starving out here getting they diet on\nWhile I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my styrofoam\nOne man game, nigga, I'ma die alone\nFor now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on\n\nWillie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring\nNo bull, I push Pro-Vs like Pantene\nBlow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine\nPlayers get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\nGators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\nAnd my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers\nNo blood no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow\nWe nap ya kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!)\nAll my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me \"not now\"\nRap niggas, forty-cal. to your brow (Ugh, ugh)\nRoof-remover, we leave your brain with more air\nManeuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nSeduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'\nBut I know it's hard like a tire iron\nBut yet it's complex, like it's Mayan science\nOr Aztec math, I'm crazy as a mesc' tab\nI feed niggas like a mess hall\nAnd yes, y'all, It's Willie, how I address y'all\nOr like a stylist, nobody's fly as this\nYou crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah\nAnd all these niggas is killers (killers with you)\nAnd all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)\nBut you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)\n'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nYeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em\nAnd I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nI'ma kill 'em\n\nThey say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm\nCigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull\nWhile I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl\nPut me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\nThey got bats up in the cave, upside-down\nBlood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound\nAs I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown\nUptown-bound, face painted like a clown\nReciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus\nOld-ass rappers complaining what the business is\n'Bout the state of hip, soundin like some bitches\nHop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous\nThe new school nigga, what you need to do is become a resident\nUnder conditions, get your ass up off your ass\nAnd get your ass up on a mission, become some competition\nLike Federer and Nadal, Young Money, nigga, we ball\nLike Kobe or Chris Paul, forgiving a wack cracker\nStill sipping Cristal, waving the lifeline\nSince life's a bitch, y'all, raising up the skirts of Jezebels\nFor no cash, like, \"Bitch, gimme that ass\"\nOr pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Jag'\"\nNo, pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Lam'\"\nThey study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam\nIf I hit you in your back, tou'll need a spinal exam\nI'm something like a rhino or ram, animal, beast\nIrritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\nYM militia, you niggas better retreat\nOr be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased\n\n'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nYeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em\nAnd I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nI'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area\nThe ball carrier gon' get popped,\nif I'm coming around the block The in-swing\ndrive gets stopped, he gon' drop like a flop\nOn the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches\n'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah\nSame hustle, new money\nI'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!)\nWho run it? Bitch nigga, moi\nThat was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah\nHa, no homo, rappers get ate like four and four\nThey say I fucked so-and-so\nAnd I be like \"So, so and so\"\nNikes on they neck, they like, \"Let me breathe\"\nI'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nThis is why we hot, this is how we freeze\nToo fast to follow, this is why we lead\nAnd the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\nThis is how we shoot and this is how we leave (Gangsta!)\nYou know we tote steel, this is how we ease\nYou can get the steel if you try these thieves, now\nPass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees\nAnd them haters say we couldn't, this is why we bes\nThis shit like pudding, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYoung\nYoung, Young\nDedication 3\nYoung\nY'all ready?!\nYoung Mula, crazy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 3\n artist: Lil Wayne feat. Gudda Gudda, Willie the Kid & Mack Maine\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n Well, it's a little more than that\n It's more like a message\n More like a change for the better\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n It's more of a dedication\n D3!\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n This what y'all was waiting for?\n DJ Drama!\n\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Ill!)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n And all these niggas is killers\n And all these killers with me, yeah\n But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)\n 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta!)\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n And all these niggas is killers\n And all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)\n But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Young veteran, soon to be OG\n Plus I spit like a crackhead with no teeth\n I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\n You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace\n And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n Like Della Reese, I need celery\n More money, what the fuck these niggas telling me?\n I'm young Lucifer, take em all to hell with me, yeah\n Drop 'em off in a fire storm, YM riot squad, get our riot on\n If he testify like Common, see the fire bomb\n If you know what's best, mothafucka, get your quiet on\n These niggas starving out here getting they diet on\n While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my styrofoam\n One man game, nigga, I'ma die alone\n For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on\n\n Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring\n No bull, I push Pro-Vs like Pantene\n Blow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine\n Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\n And my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers\n No blood no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow\n We nap ya kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!)\n All my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me \"not now\"\n Rap niggas, forty-cal. to your brow (Ugh, ugh)\n Roof-remover, we leave your brain with more air\n Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n Seduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'\n But I know it's hard like a tire iron\n But yet it's complex, like it's Mayan science\n Or Aztec math, I'm crazy as a mesc' tab\n I feed niggas like a mess hall\n And yes, y'all, It's Willie, how I address y'all\n Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this\n You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah\n And all these niggas is killers (killers with you)\n And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)\n But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)\n 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em\n And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n I'ma kill 'em\n\n They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm\n Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull\n While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl\n Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\n They got bats up in the cave, upside-down\n Blood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound\n As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown\n Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown\n Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus\n Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is\n 'Bout the state of hip, soundin like some bitches\n Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous\n The new school nigga, what you need to do is become a resident\n Under conditions, get your ass up off your ass\n And get your ass up on a mission, become some competition\n Like Federer and Nadal, Young Money, nigga, we ball\n Like Kobe or Chris Paul, forgiving a wack cracker\n Still sipping Cristal, waving the lifeline\n Since life's a bitch, y'all, raising up the skirts of Jezebels\n For no cash, like, \"Bitch, gimme that ass\"\n Or pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Jag'\"\n No, pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Lam'\"\n They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam\n If I hit you in your back, tou'll need a spinal exam\n I'm something like a rhino or ram, animal, beast\n Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n YM militia, you niggas better retreat\n Or be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased\n\n 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em\n And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area\n The ball carrier gon' get popped,\n if I'm coming around the block The in-swing\n drive gets stopped, he gon' drop like a flop\n On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches\n 'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah\n Same hustle, new money\n I'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!)\n Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi\n That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah\n Ha, no homo, rappers get ate like four and four\n They say I fucked so-and-so\n And I be like \"So, so and so\"\n Nikes on they neck, they like, \"Let me breathe\"\n I'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n This is why we hot, this is how we freeze\n Too fast to follow, this is why we lead\n And the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\n This is how we shoot and this is how we leave (Gangsta!)\n You know we tote steel, this is how we ease\n You can get the steel if you try these thieves, now\n Pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees\n And them haters say we couldn't, this is why we bes\n This shit like pudding, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Young\n Young, Young\n Dedication 3\n Young\n Y'all ready?!\n Young Mula, crazy\n"},{"id":16581339,"name":"Dedication 3 (feat. Gudda Gudda, Willie The Kid & Mack Maine)","trackName":"Dedication 3 (feat. Gudda Gudda, Willie The Kid & Mack Maine)","artistName":"Lil' Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And this is just a mixtape, damn\nWell, it's a little more than that\nIt's more like a message\nMore like a change for the better\nAnd this is just a mixtape, damn\nIt's more of a dedication\nD3!\nAnd this is just a mixtape, damn\nThis what y'all was waiting for?\nDJ Drama!\n\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Ill!)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nAnd all these niggas is killers\nAnd all these killers with me, yeah\nBut you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)\n'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta!)\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nAnd all these niggas is killers\nAnd all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)\nBut you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYoung veteran, soon to be OG\nPlus I spit like a crackhead with no teeth\nI hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\nYou like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace\nAnd when it comes to money my shit is obese\nLike Della Reese, I need celery\nMore money, what the fuck these niggas telling me?\nI'm young Lucifer, take em all to hell with me, yeah\nDrop 'em off in a fire storm, YM riot squad, get our riot on\nIf he testify like Common, see the fire bomb\nIf you know what's best, mothafucka, get your quiet on\nThese niggas starving out here getting they diet on\nWhile I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my styrofoam\nOne man game, nigga, I'ma die alone\nFor now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on\n\nWillie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring\nNo bull, I push Pro-Vs like Pantene\nBlow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine\nPlayers get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\nGators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\nAnd my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers\nNo blood no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow\nWe nap ya kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!)\nAll my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me \"not now\"\nRap niggas, forty-cal. to your brow (Ugh, ugh)\nRoof-remover, we leave your brain with more air\nManeuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nSeduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'\nBut I know it's hard like a tire iron\nBut yet it's complex, like it's Mayan science\nOr Aztec math, I'm crazy as a mesc' tab\nI feed niggas like a mess hall\nAnd yes, y'all, It's Willie, how I address y'all\nOr like a stylist, nobody's fly as this\nYou crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah\nAnd all these niggas is killers (killers with you)\nAnd all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)\nBut you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)\n'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nYeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em\nAnd I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nI'ma kill 'em\n\nThey say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm\nCigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull\nWhile I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl\nPut me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\nThey got bats up in the cave, upside-down\nBlood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound\nAs I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown\nUptown-bound, face painted like a clown\nReciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus\nOld-ass rappers complaining what the business is\n'Bout the state of hip, soundin like some bitches\nHop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous\nThe new school nigga, what you need to do is become a resident\nUnder conditions, get your ass up off your ass\nAnd get your ass up on a mission, become some competition\nLike Federer and Nadal, Young Money, nigga, we ball\nLike Kobe or Chris Paul, forgiving a wack cracker\nStill sipping Cristal, waving the lifeline\nSince life's a bitch, y'all, raising up the skirts of Jezebels\nFor no cash, like, \"Bitch, gimme that ass\"\nOr pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Jag'\"\nNo, pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Lam'\"\nThey study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam\nIf I hit you in your back, tou'll need a spinal exam\nI'm something like a rhino or ram, animal, beast\nIrritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\nYM militia, you niggas better retreat\nOr be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased\n\n'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nYeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em\nAnd I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nI'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area\nThe ball carrier gon' get popped,\nif I'm coming around the block The in-swing\ndrive gets stopped, he gon' drop like a flop\nOn the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches\n'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah\nSame hustle, new money\nI'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!)\nWho run it? Bitch nigga, moi\nThat was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah\nHa, no homo, rappers get ate like four and four\nThey say I fucked so-and-so\nAnd I be like \"So, so and so\"\nNikes on they neck, they like, \"Let me breathe\"\nI'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nThis is why we hot, this is how we freeze\nToo fast to follow, this is why we lead\nAnd the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\nThis is how we shoot and this is how we leave (Gangsta!)\nYou know we tote steel, this is how we ease\nYou can get the steel if you try these thieves, now\nPass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees\nAnd them haters say we couldn't, this is why we bes\nThis shit like pudding, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYoung\nYoung, Young\nDedication 3\nYoung\nY'all ready?!\nYoung Mula, crazy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 3 (feat. Gudda Gudda, Willie The Kid & Mack Maine)\n artist: Lil' Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n Well, it's a little more than that\n It's more like a message\n More like a change for the better\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n It's more of a dedication\n D3!\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n This what y'all was waiting for?\n DJ Drama!\n\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Ill!)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n And all these niggas is killers\n And all these killers with me, yeah\n But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)\n 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta!)\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n And all these niggas is killers\n And all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)\n But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Young veteran, soon to be OG\n Plus I spit like a crackhead with no teeth\n I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\n You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace\n And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n Like Della Reese, I need celery\n More money, what the fuck these niggas telling me?\n I'm young Lucifer, take em all to hell with me, yeah\n Drop 'em off in a fire storm, YM riot squad, get our riot on\n If he testify like Common, see the fire bomb\n If you know what's best, mothafucka, get your quiet on\n These niggas starving out here getting they diet on\n While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my styrofoam\n One man game, nigga, I'ma die alone\n For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on\n\n Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring\n No bull, I push Pro-Vs like Pantene\n Blow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine\n Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\n And my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers\n No blood no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow\n We nap ya kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!)\n All my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me \"not now\"\n Rap niggas, forty-cal. to your brow (Ugh, ugh)\n Roof-remover, we leave your brain with more air\n Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n Seduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'\n But I know it's hard like a tire iron\n But yet it's complex, like it's Mayan science\n Or Aztec math, I'm crazy as a mesc' tab\n I feed niggas like a mess hall\n And yes, y'all, It's Willie, how I address y'all\n Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this\n You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah\n And all these niggas is killers (killers with you)\n And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)\n But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)\n 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em\n And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n I'ma kill 'em\n\n They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm\n Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull\n While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl\n Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\n They got bats up in the cave, upside-down\n Blood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound\n As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown\n Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown\n Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus\n Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is\n 'Bout the state of hip, soundin like some bitches\n Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous\n The new school nigga, what you need to do is become a resident\n Under conditions, get your ass up off your ass\n And get your ass up on a mission, become some competition\n Like Federer and Nadal, Young Money, nigga, we ball\n Like Kobe or Chris Paul, forgiving a wack cracker\n Still sipping Cristal, waving the lifeline\n Since life's a bitch, y'all, raising up the skirts of Jezebels\n For no cash, like, \"Bitch, gimme that ass\"\n Or pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Jag'\"\n No, pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Lam'\"\n They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam\n If I hit you in your back, tou'll need a spinal exam\n I'm something like a rhino or ram, animal, beast\n Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n YM militia, you niggas better retreat\n Or be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased\n\n 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em\n And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area\n The ball carrier gon' get popped,\n if I'm coming around the block The in-swing\n drive gets stopped, he gon' drop like a flop\n On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches\n 'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah\n Same hustle, new money\n I'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!)\n Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi\n That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah\n Ha, no homo, rappers get ate like four and four\n They say I fucked so-and-so\n And I be like \"So, so and so\"\n Nikes on they neck, they like, \"Let me breathe\"\n I'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n This is why we hot, this is how we freeze\n Too fast to follow, this is why we lead\n And the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\n This is how we shoot and this is how we leave (Gangsta!)\n You know we tote steel, this is how we ease\n You can get the steel if you try these thieves, now\n Pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees\n And them haters say we couldn't, this is why we bes\n This shit like pudding, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Young\n Young, Young\n Dedication 3\n Young\n Y'all ready?!\n Young Mula, crazy\n"},{"id":15945465,"name":"Dedication 3 (Feat. Mack Maine, Willie The Kid & Gudda Gudda)","trackName":"Dedication 3 (Feat. Mack Maine, Willie The Kid & Gudda Gudda)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And this is just a mixtape, damn\nWell, it's a little more than that\nIt's more like a message\nMore like a change for the better\nAnd this is just a mixtape, damn\nIt's more of a dedication\nD3!\nAnd this is just a mixtape, damn\nThis what y'all was waiting for?\nDJ Drama!\n\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Ill!)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nAnd all these niggas is killers\nAnd all these killers with me, yeah\nBut you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)\n'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta!)\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em\nSo fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nAnd all these niggas is killers\nAnd all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)\nBut you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYoung veteran, soon to be OG\nPlus I spit like a crackhead with no teeth\nI hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\nYou like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace\nAnd when it comes to money my shit is obese\nLike Della Reese, I need celery\nMore money, what the fuck these niggas telling me?\nI'm young Lucifer, take em all to hell with me, yeah\nDrop 'em off in a fire storm, YM riot squad, get our riot on\nIf he testify like Common, see the fire bomb\nIf you know what's best, mothafucka, get your quiet on\nThese niggas starving out here getting they diet on\nWhile I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my styrofoam\nOne man game, nigga, I'ma die alone\nFor now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on\n\nWillie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring\nNo bull, I push Pro-Vs like Pantene\nBlow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine\nPlayers get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\nGators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\nAnd my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers\nNo blood no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow\nWe nap ya kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!)\nAll my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me \"not now\"\nRap niggas, forty-cal. to your brow (Ugh, ugh)\nRoof-remover, we leave your brain with more air\nManeuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nSeduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'\nBut I know it's hard like a tire iron\nBut yet it's complex, like it's Mayan science\nOr Aztec math, I'm crazy as a mesc' tab\nI feed niggas like a mess hall\nAnd yes, y'all, It's Willie, how I address y'all\nOr like a stylist, nobody's fly as this\nYou crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\nAnd I'ma keep fucking this world\n'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nDon't worry if me gotta gun\nYou should have a gun for me, yah\nAnd all these niggas is killers (killers with you)\nAnd all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)\nBut you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)\n'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nYeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em\nAnd I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nI'ma kill 'em\n\nThey say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm\nCigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull\nWhile I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl\nPut me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\nThey got bats up in the cave, upside-down\nBlood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound\nAs I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown\nUptown-bound, face painted like a clown\nReciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus\nOld-ass rappers complaining what the business is\n'Bout the state of hip, soundin like some bitches\nHop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous\nThe new school nigga, what you need to do is become a resident\nUnder conditions, get your ass up off your ass\nAnd get your ass up on a mission, become some competition\nLike Federer and Nadal, Young Money, nigga, we ball\nLike Kobe or Chris Paul, forgiving a wack cracker\nStill sipping Cristal, waving the lifeline\nSince life's a bitch, y'all, raising up the skirts of Jezebels\nFor no cash, like, \"Bitch, gimme that ass\"\nOr pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Jag'\"\nNo, pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Lam'\"\nThey study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam\nIf I hit you in your back, tou'll need a spinal exam\nI'm something like a rhino or ram, animal, beast\nIrritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\nYM militia, you niggas better retreat\nOr be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased\n\n'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nYeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em\nAnd I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nI'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area\nThe ball carrier gon' get popped,\nif I'm coming around the block The in-swing\ndrive gets stopped, he gon' drop like a flop\nOn the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches\n'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah\nSame hustle, new money\nI'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!)\nWho run it? Bitch nigga, moi\nThat was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah\nHa, no homo, rappers get ate like four and four\nThey say I fucked so-and-so\nAnd I be like \"So, so and so\"\nNikes on they neck, they like, \"Let me breathe\"\nI'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\nThis is why we hot, this is how we freeze\nToo fast to follow, this is why we lead\nAnd the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\nThis is how we shoot and this is how we leave (Gangsta!)\nYou know we tote steel, this is how we ease\nYou can get the steel if you try these thieves, now\nPass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees\nAnd them haters say we couldn't, this is why we bes\nThis shit like pudding, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling, putting it down\nLike gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\nYoung\nYoung, Young\nDedication 3\nYoung\nY'all ready?!\nYoung Mula, crazy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 3 (Feat. Mack Maine, Willie The Kid & Gudda Gudda)\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n Well, it's a little more than that\n It's more like a message\n More like a change for the better\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n It's more of a dedication\n D3!\n And this is just a mixtape, damn\n This what y'all was waiting for?\n DJ Drama!\n\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Ill!)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n And all these niggas is killers\n And all these killers with me, yeah\n But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)\n 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em, I'm about to kill 'em\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta!)\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em\n So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n And all these niggas is killers\n And all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)\n But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Young veteran, soon to be OG\n Plus I spit like a crackhead with no teeth\n I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef\n You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace\n And when it comes to money my shit is obese\n Like Della Reese, I need celery\n More money, what the fuck these niggas telling me?\n I'm young Lucifer, take em all to hell with me, yeah\n Drop 'em off in a fire storm, YM riot squad, get our riot on\n If he testify like Common, see the fire bomb\n If you know what's best, mothafucka, get your quiet on\n These niggas starving out here getting they diet on\n While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my styrofoam\n One man game, nigga, I'ma die alone\n For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on\n\n Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring\n No bull, I push Pro-Vs like Pantene\n Blow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine\n Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine\n Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers\n And my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers\n No blood no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow\n We nap ya kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!)\n All my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me \"not now\"\n Rap niggas, forty-cal. to your brow (Ugh, ugh)\n Roof-remover, we leave your brain with more air\n Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n Seduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'\n But I know it's hard like a tire iron\n But yet it's complex, like it's Mayan science\n Or Aztec math, I'm crazy as a mesc' tab\n I feed niggas like a mess hall\n And yes, y'all, It's Willie, how I address y'all\n Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this\n You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist\n\n And I'ma keep fucking this world\n 'Til you mothafuckas come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n Don't worry if me gotta gun\n You should have a gun for me, yah\n And all these niggas is killers (killers with you)\n And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)\n But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)\n 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em\n And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n I'ma kill 'em\n\n They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm\n Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull\n While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl\n Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws\n They got bats up in the cave, upside-down\n Blood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound\n As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown\n Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown\n Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus\n Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is\n 'Bout the state of hip, soundin like some bitches\n Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous\n The new school nigga, what you need to do is become a resident\n Under conditions, get your ass up off your ass\n And get your ass up on a mission, become some competition\n Like Federer and Nadal, Young Money, nigga, we ball\n Like Kobe or Chris Paul, forgiving a wack cracker\n Still sipping Cristal, waving the lifeline\n Since life's a bitch, y'all, raising up the skirts of Jezebels\n For no cash, like, \"Bitch, gimme that ass\"\n Or pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Jag'\"\n No, pulling up to the lot like, \"Gimme that Lam'\"\n They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam\n If I hit you in your back, tou'll need a spinal exam\n I'm something like a rhino or ram, animal, beast\n Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast\n YM militia, you niggas better retreat\n Or be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased\n\n 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em\n And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area\n The ball carrier gon' get popped,\n if I'm coming around the block The in-swing\n drive gets stopped, he gon' drop like a flop\n On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches\n 'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah\n Same hustle, new money\n I'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!)\n Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi\n That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah\n Ha, no homo, rappers get ate like four and four\n They say I fucked so-and-so\n And I be like \"So, so and so\"\n Nikes on they neck, they like, \"Let me breathe\"\n I'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n This is why we hot, this is how we freeze\n Too fast to follow, this is why we lead\n And the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see\n This is how we shoot and this is how we leave (Gangsta!)\n You know we tote steel, this is how we ease\n You can get the steel if you try these thieves, now\n Pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees\n And them haters say we couldn't, this is why we bes\n This shit like pudding, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling, putting it down\n Like gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)\n\n Young\n Young, Young\n Dedication 3\n Young\n Y'all ready?!\n Young Mula, crazy\n"},{"id":2185719,"name":"Dedication 4","trackName":"Dedication 4","artistName":"lil wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz","duration":386.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove\nI'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose\nRed bone naked, in the bed flexin'\nI say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression\nI ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF\nMan, we living in hell like a deep breath\nReal niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses\nIf she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her\nMoney on the table, guns on the table\nBitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo\nAnd my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho\nHello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello\nDrop top Maybach, clean like Ajax\nMan I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks\nWe got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax\nI put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh\nPussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral\nBlood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion\nWake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up\nHer titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's\nRun up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups\nYour bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts\nShoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes\nI still wear that ass out like a wardrobe\nBitch, what they gonna say?\nStill eating rappers on my fucking lunch break\nBad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake\nI let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some\nDrakeAnd then I let that kush burn let that kush burn\nYeah I let that kush burn\nSmoking gasoline bitch\nThe booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\nYoung Money bitch we at the top like barbwire\nMoney on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch\nI'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch\nStop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin'\nStayed on the same team like Tim Duncan\nShit get real if ya scared go to catholic school\nAnd if we want it straight jacket like a padded room\nShoot your ass 100 times and stand over you\nLil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia\nBurn bitch, AK in my firm grip\nLeap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons\nPreach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech\nI be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese\nI like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police\nFuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee\nMoney talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach\nThat lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech\nBank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell\nMy girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield\nWe'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell\nWe pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal\nI'm stuntin', getting new money\nTrukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em\nI get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne\nIn the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM\nLil' bitch\nNiggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit\nNiggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick\nFuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit\nSuck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\nAnd let that kush burn let that kush\nYeah I let that kush burn\nSmoking gasoline bitch\nThe booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\nHolla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dedication 4\n artist: lil wayne\n album: Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz\n duration_ms: 386000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove\n I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose\n Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'\n I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression\n I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF\n Man, we living in hell like a deep breath\n Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses\n If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her\n Money on the table, guns on the table\n Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo\n And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho\n Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello\n Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax\n Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks\n We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax\n I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh\n Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral\n Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion\n Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up\n Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's\n Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups\n Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts\n Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes\n I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe\n Bitch, what they gonna say?\n Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break\n Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake\n I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some\n DrakeAnd then I let that kush burn let that kush burn\n Yeah I let that kush burn\n Smoking gasoline bitch\n The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\n Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire\n Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch\n I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch\n Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin'\n Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan\n Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school\n And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room\n Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you\n Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia\n Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip\n Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons\n Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech\n I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese\n I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police\n Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee\n Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach\n That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech\n Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell\n My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield\n We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell\n We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal\n I'm stuntin', getting new money\n Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em\n I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne\n In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM\n Lil' bitch\n Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit\n Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick\n Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit\n Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\n And let that kush burn let that kush\n Yeah I let that kush burn\n Smoking gasoline bitch\n The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher\n Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer\n"},{"id":2182072,"name":"A Dedication","trackName":"A Dedication","artistName":"lil wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz","duration":50.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This just my interpretation of the situation\nAnd this is my dedication\nIt's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\nAnd this is dedicated, first off\n\nTo my city\nThe lost city of New Orleans\nBut umm, I wanna speak to my city\nAnd I wanna let 'em know that\n\nWe can't be lost for long\nAnd we damn sure can't be lost forever\nSo each time we find ourselves\nWithin all that water\nWithin all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\nIt's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\nBecause memories are everything\nAnd when I say memories are everything\nI mean it's important what you are remembered by\nAnd trust me. I, you, we\nDon't wanna be remembered as the lost city\nI'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\nScrimp, yea\nAlso I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\nYou're welcome\nBut umm, we gotta get up mane\nFuck it\nRise above it\n\nSo a lot of people ask me\nWhat you gonna do for your city?\nI be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\nWhat you dog did for your city?\nMotherfucker, that's my city\nTherefore I still got family members in that city mane\nWhat the fuck I'mma do for them?\nYou know what I mean?\nAnd I do my best, trust me\nAnd that's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do this right here for my city man\nThat's what the fuck I do for my city\nI do me for my city\nSo therefore I am remembered by my city\nYa dig?\n\nAnd this is also dedicated to\nThem bitch niggas\nYou ho niggas, you pussy niggas\nYou broke niggas yea\nFuck you with a sig dick\nPause\nI can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\nAnd this also dedicated to the bad bitches\nFirst off, them chocolate women\nI know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\nBut um this dedicated to them chocolate women\nYa dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\nNot how it seems like\nYea\n\nAnd this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\nIt's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\nThey still pump that bass\nFool nigga to dick nigga\nWuchu gonna do about that?\nIt's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\nPause\nBeen down on me since day one\nNigga they been down on me since day 2\nNigga they've been down on me since today\nThis love nigga\n\nAnd this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\nMy nigga Mike Bailey\nMy nigga Young Jeezy\nJae Millz\nDae Cole,\nJ Gutter\nReal Flow, them mousies\nThe beautiful Nicki Minaj\nDJ Drama\nMy nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\nKnow what it is\nStunna Man\nAll young money, cash money man\nIt's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\nTruck fit, truck the world\nFyber O, DJ Crack\nKnow what it is\nSuper\nAll that shit\nShout out to the hoes skatin' world\nI appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\nBustin' my ass and shit but um\nPops, I get it\nWe that shit nigga\nFuck wrong wit you?\nAnd this also dedicated to you\nWhoever you are\nWherever you are\nHowever you are\nI hope I'm remembered\n\nD4 ho\nRest in peace Chris Light","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Dedication\n artist: lil wayne\n album: Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz\n duration_ms: 50000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n This just my interpretation of the situation\n And this is my dedication\n It's poppin' dedication 4 ho (D4)\n And this is dedicated, first off\n\n To my city\n The lost city of New Orleans\n But umm, I wanna speak to my city\n And I wanna let 'em know that\n\n We can't be lost for long\n And we damn sure can't be lost forever\n So each time we find ourselves\n Within all that water\n Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries\n\n It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans\n Because memories are everything\n And when I say memories are everything\n I mean it's important what you are remembered by\n And trust me. I, you, we\n Don't wanna be remembered as the lost city\n I'd rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragic\n Scrimp, yea\n Also I bet I could scrape it all down and get them kids off the streets\n You're welcome\n But umm, we gotta get up mane\n Fuck it\n Rise above it\n\n So a lot of people ask me\n What you gonna do for your city?\n I be like motherfucker, you ain't know what you just said?\n What you dog did for your city?\n Motherfucker, that's my city\n Therefore I still got family members in that city mane\n What the fuck I'mma do for them?\n You know what I mean?\n And I do my best, trust me\n And that's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do this right here for my city man\n That's what the fuck I do for my city\n I do me for my city\n So therefore I am remembered by my city\n Ya dig?\n\n And this is also dedicated to\n Them bitch niggas\n You ho niggas, you pussy niggas\n You broke niggas yea\n Fuck you with a sig dick\n Pause\n I can't stand you pussy ass niggas\n\n And this also dedicated to the bad bitches\n First off, them chocolate women\n I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time\n But um this dedicated to them chocolate women\n Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes\n Not how it seems like\n Yea\n\n And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them real bitches\n Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh\n It's also dedicated to my niggas, my homies\n They still pump that bass\n Fool nigga to dick nigga\n Wuchu gonna do about that?\n It's dedicated to all my motherfuckin' niggas that's fuck this with me\n Pause\n Been down on me since day one\n Nigga they been down on me since day 2\n Nigga they've been down on me since today\n This love nigga\n\n And this song's also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape\n My nigga Mike Bailey\n My nigga Young Jeezy\n Jae Millz\n Dae Cole,\n J Gutter\n Real Flow, them mousies\n The beautiful Nicki Minaj\n DJ Drama\n My nigga Tash Pole, Mac Maine\n Know what it is\n Stunna Man\n All young money, cash money man\n It's also dedicated to my skatin' niggas\n Truck fit, truck the world\n Fyber O, DJ Crack\n Know what it is\n Super\n All that shit\n Shout out to the hoes skatin' world\n I appreciate you all for acceptin' a real nigga\n Bustin' my ass and shit but um\n Pops, I get it\n We that shit nigga\n Fuck wrong wit you?\n And this also dedicated to you\n Whoever you are\n Wherever you are\n However you are\n I hope I'm remembered\n\n D4 ho\n Rest in peace Chris Light\n"},{"id":22340922,"name":"Wayne On Me","trackName":"Wayne On Me","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":298.561875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm calling you Daddy\nDaddy\nCan you be my Daddy?\nDaddy\nI need a Daddy\nDaddy\nWould you be my Daddy? (No Ceilings)\nDaddy\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (I make it Wayne down on you baby haha)\nCome and make it Wayne down on me\n\nUhh\nWide receiver Weezy\nThrow the pussy at me\nYour pussy lips smiling\nI make the pussy happy\nTake your panties off\nThe pussy looking at me\nI'm the pussy monster\nNow get the pussy ready\nI like to kiss\nShe like to kiss\nI deep stroke\nAnd make her bite her fist\nThe lights is on\nThe night is grown\nWe get it popping cause we know we can't when wifey home\nCalifornia Kush strong as a Titan is what I'm lighten on\nWe get high as fuck and we just do it put your Nikes on\nTattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face\nAnd if there's something she like to say, I let her say it on my microphone\nShe love my style\nBut that's expected\nShe coming back to you\nThe chance is anorexic\nI knew she had it in her\nSo I got it out her\nShe give me neck around the clock, I call it round a collar\nShe rub my back\nShe say I'm tight\nShe cook fucking clean\nAnd still make her flight\nFirst class pussy\nCrystal glass pussy\nI-I get it wetter then bass pussy\n\nYou done be\n\nUh\nI like some thicky red\nRalph Lawrence spread\nLady in the streets\nPorn star in bed\nShe like to fuck fight\nSo we spar in bed\nShe got that pink pussy\nI beat it orange red\nI fucked American pie\nAnd I get foreign head\nShe sit down and ride\nLike I'm a thoroughbred\nShe kiss mine\nAnd I kiss hers back\nIf she's a bad bitch\nShe deserve that\nShe send me pictures to my iPhone\nThen I gotta clear them cause my girl be checking my phone\nI'm in the Bentley with the mind blown\nWhen I'm in the pussy honey I'm home\n\nYou done been good\nBut you can do better\nI done been wet\nBut I can get wetter\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (yeah, No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)\nYou done been good\nBut you can do better\nI done been wet\nBut I can get wetter\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (aha, I like that)\nI'm calling you daddy (I meant Shanell by the way)\nDaddy\nCan you be my daddy? (Young Money)\nDaddy\nI need a daddy (No Ceilings)\nDaddy\nWould you be my daddy? (aha)\nDaddy\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (Young Mula baby)\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wayne On Me\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 298562\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm calling you Daddy\n Daddy\n Can you be my Daddy?\n Daddy\n I need a Daddy\n Daddy\n Would you be my Daddy? (No Ceilings)\n Daddy\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (I make it Wayne down on you baby haha)\n Come and make it Wayne down on me\n\n Uhh\n Wide receiver Weezy\n Throw the pussy at me\n Your pussy lips smiling\n I make the pussy happy\n Take your panties off\n The pussy looking at me\n I'm the pussy monster\n Now get the pussy ready\n I like to kiss\n She like to kiss\n I deep stroke\n And make her bite her fist\n The lights is on\n The night is grown\n We get it popping cause we know we can't when wifey home\n California Kush strong as a Titan is what I'm lighten on\n We get high as fuck and we just do it put your Nikes on\n Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face\n And if there's something she like to say, I let her say it on my microphone\n She love my style\n But that's expected\n She coming back to you\n The chance is anorexic\n I knew she had it in her\n So I got it out her\n She give me neck around the clock, I call it round a collar\n She rub my back\n She say I'm tight\n She cook fucking clean\n And still make her flight\n First class pussy\n Crystal glass pussy\n I-I get it wetter then bass pussy\n\n You done be\n\n Uh\n I like some thicky red\n Ralph Lawrence spread\n Lady in the streets\n Porn star in bed\n She like to fuck fight\n So we spar in bed\n She got that pink pussy\n I beat it orange red\n I fucked American pie\n And I get foreign head\n She sit down and ride\n Like I'm a thoroughbred\n She kiss mine\n And I kiss hers back\n If she's a bad bitch\n She deserve that\n She send me pictures to my iPhone\n Then I gotta clear them cause my girl be checking my phone\n I'm in the Bentley with the mind blown\n When I'm in the pussy honey I'm home\n\n You done been good\n But you can do better\n I done been wet\n But I can get wetter\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (yeah, No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)\n You done been good\n But you can do better\n I done been wet\n But I can get wetter\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (aha, I like that)\n I'm calling you daddy (I meant Shanell by the way)\n Daddy\n Can you be my daddy? (Young Money)\n Daddy\n I need a daddy (No Ceilings)\n Daddy\n Would you be my daddy? (aha)\n Daddy\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (Young Mula baby)\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)\n"},{"id":22341174,"name":"Wayne On Me","trackName":"Wayne On Me","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":433.406625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm calling you Daddy\nDaddy\nCan you be my Daddy?\nDaddy\nI need a Daddy\nDaddy\nWould you be my Daddy? (No Ceilings)\nDaddy\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (I make it Wayne down on you baby haha)\nCome and make it Wayne down on me\n\nUhh\nWide receiver Weezy\nThrow the pussy at me\nYour pussy lips smiling\nI make the pussy happy\nTake your panties off\nThe pussy looking at me\nI'm the pussy monster\nNow get the pussy ready\nI like to kiss\nShe like to kiss\nI deep stroke\nAnd make her bite her fist\nThe lights is on\nThe night is grown\nWe get it popping cause we know we can't when wifey home\nCalifornia Kush strong as a Titan is what I'm lighten on\nWe get high as fuck and we just do it put your Nikes on\nTattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face\nAnd if there's something she like to say, I let her say it on my microphone\nShe love my style\nBut that's expected\nShe coming back to you\nThe chance is anorexic\nI knew she had it in her\nSo I got it out her\nShe give me neck around the clock, I call it round a collar\nShe rub my back\nShe say I'm tight\nShe cook fucking clean\nAnd still make her flight\nFirst class pussy\nCrystal glass pussy\nI-I get it wetter then bass pussy\n\nYou done be\n\nUh\nI like some thicky red\nRalph Lawrence spread\nLady in the streets\nPorn star in bed\nShe like to fuck fight\nSo we spar in bed\nShe got that pink pussy\nI beat it orange red\nI fucked American pie\nAnd I get foreign head\nShe sit down and ride\nLike I'm a thoroughbred\nShe kiss mine\nAnd I kiss hers back\nIf she's a bad bitch\nShe deserve that\nShe send me pictures to my iPhone\nThen I gotta clear them cause my girl be checking my phone\nI'm in the Bentley with the mind blown\nWhen I'm in the pussy honey I'm home\n\nYou done been good\nBut you can do better\nI done been wet\nBut I can get wetter\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (yeah, No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)\nYou done been good\nBut you can do better\nI done been wet\nBut I can get wetter\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (aha, I like that)\nI'm calling you daddy (I meant Shanell by the way)\nDaddy\nCan you be my daddy? (Young Money)\nDaddy\nI need a daddy (No Ceilings)\nDaddy\nWould you be my daddy? (aha)\nDaddy\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (Young Mula baby)\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wayne On Me\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 433407\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm calling you Daddy\n Daddy\n Can you be my Daddy?\n Daddy\n I need a Daddy\n Daddy\n Would you be my Daddy? (No Ceilings)\n Daddy\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (I make it Wayne down on you baby haha)\n Come and make it Wayne down on me\n\n Uhh\n Wide receiver Weezy\n Throw the pussy at me\n Your pussy lips smiling\n I make the pussy happy\n Take your panties off\n The pussy looking at me\n I'm the pussy monster\n Now get the pussy ready\n I like to kiss\n She like to kiss\n I deep stroke\n And make her bite her fist\n The lights is on\n The night is grown\n We get it popping cause we know we can't when wifey home\n California Kush strong as a Titan is what I'm lighten on\n We get high as fuck and we just do it put your Nikes on\n Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face\n And if there's something she like to say, I let her say it on my microphone\n She love my style\n But that's expected\n She coming back to you\n The chance is anorexic\n I knew she had it in her\n So I got it out her\n She give me neck around the clock, I call it round a collar\n She rub my back\n She say I'm tight\n She cook fucking clean\n And still make her flight\n First class pussy\n Crystal glass pussy\n I-I get it wetter then bass pussy\n\n You done be\n\n Uh\n I like some thicky red\n Ralph Lawrence spread\n Lady in the streets\n Porn star in bed\n She like to fuck fight\n So we spar in bed\n She got that pink pussy\n I beat it orange red\n I fucked American pie\n And I get foreign head\n She sit down and ride\n Like I'm a thoroughbred\n She kiss mine\n And I kiss hers back\n If she's a bad bitch\n She deserve that\n She send me pictures to my iPhone\n Then I gotta clear them cause my girl be checking my phone\n I'm in the Bentley with the mind blown\n When I'm in the pussy honey I'm home\n\n You done been good\n But you can do better\n I done been wet\n But I can get wetter\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (yeah, No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)\n You done been good\n But you can do better\n I done been wet\n But I can get wetter\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (aha, I like that)\n I'm calling you daddy (I meant Shanell by the way)\n Daddy\n Can you be my daddy? (Young Money)\n Daddy\n I need a daddy (No Ceilings)\n Daddy\n Would you be my daddy? (aha)\n Daddy\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (Young Mula baby)\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)\n"},{"id":22571822,"name":"Wayne On Me","trackName":"Wayne On Me","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 3","duration":121.371875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm calling you Daddy\nDaddy\nCan you be my Daddy?\nDaddy\nI need a Daddy\nDaddy\nWould you be my Daddy? 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(Young Money)\nDaddy\nI need a daddy (No Ceilings)\nDaddy\nWould you be my daddy? (aha)\nDaddy\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (Young Mula baby)\nCome and make it Wayne down on me (No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wayne On Me\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Dedication 3\n duration_ms: 121372\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm calling you Daddy\n Daddy\n Can you be my Daddy?\n Daddy\n I need a Daddy\n Daddy\n Would you be my Daddy? 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(Young Money)\n Daddy\n I need a daddy (No Ceilings)\n Daddy\n Would you be my daddy? (aha)\n Daddy\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (Young Mula baby)\n Come and make it Wayne down on me (No Ceilings motherfucker uhhh)\n"}]