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zit, zit\n\nPromethazine (promethazine), I don't e'en smoke gasoline (smoke gasoline)\nFuck you, no Vaseline (no Vaseline), I like my hos tangerine (hos tangerine)\nIt turn so dope, I have fiends (I have fiends), I got that coke, no caffeine\nI empty the whole magazine (whole magazine), everybody woke, I sell dreams\n\nGot it out the mud, the can clean, I can't trust the love, I ain't green\nI just cut 'em off like gangrene, it's the art of war, I'm paintin'\nI'm a superstar, she faintin', no matter who you are, you ain't me\nWalk it like a target on my feet, take a nigga heart just for the beat\n\nSaid fuck the Drac' and bought the G-Lock\nHe run up and he get popped\nYeah, I rap, but fuck this hip-hop\nI'm active, boy, don't get dropped\n\nNiggas hos, they walk with flip-flops\nHate rats with cheese, they get chopped\nFrom the slope straight to the tip-top\nIt's on me, bitch, don't get popped\n\nSpent like 50 all in one swap\nRan off, the plug got too hot\nWe had hos and bowls in two 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G-Lock\n[00:09.86] He run up, bet he get popped\n[00:11.37] Yeah, I rap, but fuck this hip-hop\n[00:13.17] I'm active, boy, don't get dropped\n[00:14.64] Niggas hos, they walk with flip-flops\n[00:16.47] Hate rats with cheese, they get chopped\n[00:17.97] From the slope straight to the tip-top\n[00:19.79] It's on me, bitch, don't get popped (Mula)\n[00:21.13] Spent like 50 all in one swap (yeah)\n[00:23.03] Ran off, the plug got too hot (yeah, yeah)\n[00:24.48] We had hos and bowls in two spots (yeah)\n[00:26.36] Pulled off Corvette, the roof chopped (yeah, uh-huh)\n[00:27.82] Diamonds shinin', smokin' moonrock (yeah)\n[00:29.57] Thug life, I feel like 2Pac (uh-huh)\n[00:31.12] In LA, we ride with two Glocks\n[00:32.76] Start rappin', feds got too hot\n[00:34.70] Uh, bitch, bitch, bitch, make a nigga rich, rich, rich\n[00:38.47] I like the pussy deep dish and when it go squish, squish, squish\n[00:41.73] Carter 6-6-6, demon time, tick, tick, tick\n[00:44.86] Barrel to your temple like a pimple, nigga, it go zit, zit, zit\n[00:48.66] Promethazine (promethazine), I don't e'en smoke gasoline (smoke gasoline)\n[00:50.71] Fuck you, no Vaseline (no Vaseline), I like my hos tangerine (hos tangerine)\n[00:54.09] It turn so dope, I have fiends (I have fiends), I got that coke, no caffeine\n[00:57.23] I empty the whole magazine (whole magazine), everybody woke, I sell dreams\n[01:00.42] Got it out the mud, the can clean, I can't trust the love, I ain't green\n[01:03.77] I just cut 'em off like gangrene, it's the art of war, I'm paintin'\n[01:06.93] I'm a superstar, she faintin', no matter who you are, you ain't me\n[01:10.23] Walk it like a target on my feet, take a nigga heart just for the beat\n[01:13.54] Said fuck the Drac' and bought the G-Lock\n[01:15.63] He run up and he get popped\n[01:17.10] Yeah, I rap, but fuck this hip-hop\n[01:18.99] I'm active, boy, don't get dropped\n[01:20.49] Niggas hos, they walk with flip-flops\n[01:22.16] Hate rats with cheese, they get 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scared), keep a choppa on me like a helipad (helipad)\n[02:12.33] These niggas Teddy Grahams, niggas teddy bears (teddy bears)\n[02:15.45] Kill 'em with my bare hands like Freddy, man (Freddy, man), tell 'em, man\n[02:19.34] Said fuck the Drac' and bought the G-Lock\n[02:21.31] He run up and he get popped\n[02:22.86] Yeah, I rap, but fuck this hip-hop\n[02:24.68] I'm active, boy, don't get dropped\n[02:26.16] Niggas hos, they walk with flip-flops\n[02:27.99] Hate rats with cheese, they get chopped\n[02:29.47] From the slope straight to the tip-top\n[02:31.26] It's on me, bitch, don't get popped\n[02:32.69] Spent like 50 all in one swap\n[02:34.54] Ran off, the plug got too hot\n[02:35.92] We had hos and bowls in two spots\n[02:37.82] Pulled off Corvette, the roof chopped\n[02:39.28] Diamonds shinin', smokin' moonrock\n[02:41.07] Thug life, I feel like 2Pac\n[02:42.64] In LA, I ride with two Glocks\n[02:44.26] Start rappin', feds got too hot (yeah, Mula)\n[02:46.65] Hallelujah, clip so 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I'm out y'all\nAnd until the next time, this is the Dedication 2\nThis was the Dedication 2, this is The Affiliates\nThis is DJ Drama, this is Young Weezy F. Baby\nThis is Young Money Cash Money\nShout out to the motherfucking Stunna\nShout out to mo'fuckin' Sugar Jane\nShout out to mo'fuckin' Big Rufus Mack Tones, nah mean\n\nShout out to Squaloo, nah mean\nShout out to Joe Case, nah mean, I see all y'all\nHot beeezo! Sick with it, I see everybody, man\nThem Magnolia money boys, Cdotenso man, I see y'all boys\nNah mean, my nigga Spitta, my nigga Mack, I see everybody\nTez Po, Young Money, the whole family, man\n\nNicki baby, my nigga Fukus\nFukus in here with me right now, bitch, you could play with me\nYou gon' get smacked my nigga, you got me? You understand me\nShout out to all the bitches that fuck with me\nShout out to all the niggas that don't fuck with me, man\nIt's Weezy F. Baby, please, say the baby\nFuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, fuck the ones who hate me","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] Listen! I'm out y'all\n[00:02.57] And until the next time, this is the Dedication 2\n[00:05.32] This was the Dedication 2, this is The Affiliates\n[00:08.69] This is DJ Drama, this is Young Weezy F. Baby\n[00:12.03] This is Young Money Cash Money\n[00:13.92] Shout out to the motherfucking Stunna\n[00:15.67] Shout out to mo'fuckin' Sugar Jane\n[00:17.60] Shout out to mo'fuckin' Big Rufus Mack Tones, nah mean\n[00:20.50] Shout out to Squaloo, nah mean\n[00:22.01] Shout out to Joe Case, nah mean, I see all y'all\n[00:24.32] Hot beeezo! Sick with it, I see everybody, man\n[00:27.32] Them Magnolia money boys, Cdotenso man, I see y'all boys\n[00:30.40] Nah mean, my nigga Spitta, my nigga Mack, I see everybody\n[00:33.59] Tez Po, Young Money, the whole family, man\n[00:35.77] Nicki baby, my nigga Fukus\n[00:37.67] Fukus in here with me right now, bitch, you could play with me\n[00:39.84] You gon' get smacked my nigga, you got me? You understand me\n[00:42.31] Shout out to all the bitches that fuck with me\n[00:44.17] Shout out to all the niggas that don't fuck with me, man\n[00:46.21] It's Weezy F. Baby, please, say the baby\n[00:49.92] Fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, fuck the ones who hate me\n[00:52.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Outta Here\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: 'Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne'\n duration_ms: 53000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen! 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You understand me\n Shout out to all the bitches that fuck with me\n Shout out to all the niggas that don't fuck with me, man\n It's Weezy F. Baby, please, say the baby\n Fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, fuck the ones who hate me\n"},{"id":21982653,"name":"The Best In The Business","trackName":"The Best In The Business","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne","duration":40.872,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right you already know what the fuck it is man\nWeezy F motherfuckin' Baby bitch\nI know you love me man\nA nigga hate me, believe that man\nThis right here is the Dedication 2, D2!\nDrama! 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down to my feet\nIts me motherfucker whats better to see\nAnd when ya greeted like me ain't nothin better then beef\nSee I would meet each one of you niggaz in the street\nThen eat - and pick you little bitches out my teeth\nShout out to the green and red stiches in my teeth nigga\nWith no Gucci I'm a double chief nigga\nMy brothers you have send, and the Guard I Am.\nAmen.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Yea, Haha Drama I'm Back\n[00:06.04] Dedication 2\n[00:08.76] I ain't Even Waitin On 'Em I'ma Get 'Em Now\n[00:13.09] Get 'Em\n[00:14.28] My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin\n[00:17.90] If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold...\n[00:26.29] Get Get Get 'Em My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin\n[00:32.16] If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold sumthin\n[00:35.44] If a nigga owe sumthin need a doctors note from 'em\n[00:38.70] Or his throat from 'em\n[00:40.69] These lil niggaz thinkin they fresh, get whipped out ya clothes 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so where the bread be\n I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me\n No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me\n Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me\n Wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece\n I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace\n Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief\n Catch up bitch I'm in gear three\n Zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger\n F**k 'em and whoever made 'em\n I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em\n Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated\n Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it\n She gave me relations, so now we related\n The morning comes, the picture faded\n Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light\n Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike\n Can I get a mic or a mic and a half\n That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff\n I'm all grown, so much better with math\n I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah\n I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah\n\n Roger Federer, there's no competitors\n Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference\n Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends\n Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries\n I keep them away like I got leprosy\n Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize\n Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies\n (Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you\n Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you\n Swallow it slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols\n Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols\n Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistols\n And if you stand over my body I'll probalie kill ya\n Yeah, now I feel it, Weezy the realest\n I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuzz I be wit gorillas\n He what they talkin bout topic of the conversation\n Product of determination\n Stop playin you are not up in my situation\n I get money like a caucasian, the car red so the car cajun\n Stop hatin, y'all ballers I'ma sports agent\n Wait a minute lemme translate it, It's\n Weezy not the father motherf**kin Baby\n"},{"id":21408165,"name":"I'm The Best Rapper Alive","trackName":"I'm The Best Rapper Alive","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne","duration":76.224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now see, the first time I realized I was the best rapper alive, you know what I mean?\nNow-now, before I go into any further in this conversation\nLet me let y'all know what I mean about this \"Best rapper alive\" shit\nI don't think I'm better than anybody personally\nI don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually\nY'know I mean?\nI don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form or fashion\nBut as far as this rap thing, I think I am better than everybody\n\nI'm a competitor\nI hope everybody else feel the same way about their craft, you know what I mean?\nIf you do, it makes it better for the people\nIt makes it better for the listeners, dog\nAnd that's how I feel about mine\nSo, if you're listening and you wanna hear somebody that's dedicated to what they do\nI'm so dedicated that I feel I'm the best (bang, bang)\nAnd that's that! (I shot you down)\n\nSee, I can understand that (bang bang, you hit the ground)\nNiggas be saying \"Dram', why you talk so much shit on your mixtapes?\" (Bang, bang, that awful sound)\nWhen you're grinding like I'm grinding to get where I'm at (bang, bang)\nYou'll understand (I used to shoot you down)\nBelieve that! (Hahaha! Dedication 2! That's right)\nAnd I won't be saying that I'm the best (you already)\nBut I run this!\n\nWake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem (bang, bang)\nHats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' (bang, bang)\nShiny black coupe, at night, look like a goblin (bang, bang)\nAK on the backseat, baby, it's so- (Gangsta! Hold up!)\n\nRight now, we're gonna hold the fuck up, man\nSee, y'all niggas ain't playing close attention right now (hahaha!)\nAyy, Drama, this is what I want you to do, man\nThis is what I really need you to do right now\nMy nigga, Drama-, plus, he be hitting y'all in the head with that gangsta shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.17] Now see, the first time I realized I was the best rapper alive, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.03] Now-now, before I go into any further in this conversation\n[00:07.04] Let me let y'all know what I mean about this \"Best rapper alive\" shit\n[00:09.64] I don't think I'm better than anybody personally\n[00:11.82] I don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually\n[00:13.88] Y'know I mean?\n[00:14.58] I don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form or fashion\n[00:17.51] But as far as this rap thing, I think I am better than everybody\n[00:20.94] I'm a competitor\n[00:22.11] I hope everybody else feel the same way about their craft, you know what I mean?\n[00:25.57] If you do, it makes it better for the people\n[00:27.57] It makes it better for the listeners, dog\n[00:29.37] And that's how I feel about mine\n[00:30.48] So, if you're listening and you wanna hear somebody that's dedicated to what they do\n[00:33.94] I'm so dedicated that I feel I'm the best (bang, bang)\n[00:35.91] And that's that! (I shot you down)\n[00:36.33] See, I can understand that (bang bang, you hit the ground)\n[00:38.50] Niggas be saying \"Dram', why you talk so much shit on your mixtapes?\" (Bang, bang, that awful sound)\n[00:41.62] When you're grinding like I'm grinding to get where I'm at (bang, bang)\n[00:45.63] You'll understand (I used to shoot you down)\n[00:48.04] Believe that! (Hahaha! Dedication 2! That's right)\n[00:51.94] And I won't be saying that I'm the best (you already)\n[00:53.92] But I run this!\n[00:55.36] Wake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem (bang, bang)\n[00:58.38] Hats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' (bang, bang)\n[01:01.17] Shiny black coupe, at night, look like a goblin (bang, bang)\n[01:04.19] AK on the backseat, baby, it's so- (Gangsta! Hold up!)\n[01:06.47] Right now, we're gonna hold the fuck up, man\n[01:08.16] See, y'all niggas ain't playing close attention right now (hahaha!)\n[01:09.98] Ayy, Drama, this is what I want you to do, man\n[01:11.85] This is what I really need you to do right now\n[01:13.62] My nigga, Drama-, plus, he be hitting y'all in the head with that gangsta shit\n[01:15.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I'm The Best Rapper Alive\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: 'Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne'\n duration_ms: 76224\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now see, the first time I realized I was the best rapper alive, you know what I mean?\n start_ms: 170\n end_ms: 4030\n- text: Now-now, before I go into any further in this conversation\n start_ms: 4030\n end_ms: 7040\n- text: Let me let y'all know what I mean about this \"Best rapper alive\" shit\n start_ms: 7040\n end_ms: 9640\n- text: I don't think I'm better than anybody personally\n start_ms: 9640\n end_ms: 11820\n- text: I don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually\n start_ms: 11820\n end_ms: 13880\n- text: Y'know I mean?\n start_ms: 13880\n end_ms: 14580\n- text: I don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form or fashion\n start_ms: 14580\n end_ms: 17510\n- text: But as far as this rap thing, I think I am better than everybody\n start_ms: 17510\n end_ms: 20940\n- text: I'm a competitor\n start_ms: 20940\n end_ms: 22110\n- text: I hope everybody else feel the same way about their craft, you know what I mean?\n start_ms: 22110\n end_ms: 25570\n- text: If you do, it makes it better for the people\n start_ms: 25570\n end_ms: 27570\n- text: It makes it better for the listeners, dog\n start_ms: 27570\n end_ms: 29370\n- text: And that's how I feel about mine\n start_ms: 29370\n end_ms: 30480\n- text: So, if you're listening and you wanna hear somebody that's dedicated to what they do\n start_ms: 30480\n end_ms: 33940\n- text: I'm so dedicated that I feel I'm the best (bang, bang)\n start_ms: 33940\n end_ms: 35910\n- text: And that's that! 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(I shot you down)\n\n See, I can understand that (bang bang, you hit the ground)\n Niggas be saying \"Dram', why you talk so much shit on your mixtapes?\" (Bang, bang, that awful sound)\n When you're grinding like I'm grinding to get where I'm at (bang, bang)\n You'll understand (I used to shoot you down)\n Believe that! (Hahaha! Dedication 2! That's right)\n And I won't be saying that I'm the best (you already)\n But I run this!\n\n Wake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem (bang, bang)\n Hats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' (bang, bang)\n Shiny black coupe, at night, look like a goblin (bang, bang)\n AK on the backseat, baby, it's so- (Gangsta! Hold up!)\n\n Right now, we're gonna hold the fuck up, man\n See, y'all niggas ain't playing close attention right now (hahaha!)\n Ayy, Drama, this is what I want you to do, man\n This is what I really need you to do right now\n My nigga, Drama-, plus, he be hitting y'all in the head with that gangsta shit\n"},{"id":21653937,"name":"Weezy On Retirement","trackName":"Weezy On Retirement","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne","duration":42.216,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I would think about retiring\nUhh... I look at retirement like, I look at retiring like\nYou retire out when you die out\nStraight up, cause you never retire out what you do\nYou never retire out of what you do\nMeaning, if you put so much into--if what you do is your life, like mine\nYou know what I mean like, my career is my life\nSo I could never retire out, even when I stop rapping\nI'm going to still be in some kind way or form or fashion in it\nYou know what I mean like\nWhen I die there's going to be rappers at my funeral, hopefully\nYou know what I mean\nBut, you know what I mean that's just how it is\nLike, y'all gonna remember that that was a rapper\nBut hopefully, I'll go down known for something different--\nNot different, but known for something else also, you know what I mean\nBut that's what I'm going to do, hopefully\nI know what I'm going to do, I'm that nigga man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] When I would think about retiring\n[00:01.89] Uhh... I look at retirement like, I look at retiring like\n[00:05.86] You retire out when you die out\n[00:07.66] Straight up, cause you never retire out what you do\n[00:10.43] You never retire out of what you do\n[00:12.24] Meaning, if you put so much into--if what you do is your life, like mine\n[00:16.84] You know what I mean like, my career is my life\n[00:18.62] So I could never retire out, even when I stop rapping\n[00:20.57] I'm going to still be in some kind way or form or fashion in it\n[00:24.08] You know what I mean like\n[00:24.60] When I die there's going to be rappers at my funeral, hopefully\n[00:27.34] You know what I mean\n[00:28.20] But, you know what I mean that's just how it is\n[00:30.07] Like, y'all gonna remember that that was a rapper\n[00:30.96] But hopefully, I'll go down known for something different--\n[00:33.77] Not different, but known for something else also, you know what I mean\n[00:38.27] But that's what I'm going to do, hopefully\n[00:40.03] I know what I'm going to do, I'm that nigga man\n[00:43.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Weezy On Retirement\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: 'Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne'\n duration_ms: 42216\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When I would think about retiring\n start_ms: 90\n end_ms: 1890\n- text: Uhh... I look at retirement like, I look at retiring like\n start_ms: 1890\n end_ms: 5860\n- text: You retire out when you die out\n start_ms: 5860\n end_ms: 7660\n- text: Straight up, cause you never retire out what you do\n start_ms: 7660\n end_ms: 10430\n- text: You never retire out of what you do\n start_ms: 10430\n end_ms: 12240\n- text: Meaning, if you put so much into--if what you do is your life, like mine\n start_ms: 12240\n end_ms: 16840\n- text: You know what I mean like, my career is my life\n start_ms: 16840\n end_ms: 18620\n- text: So I could never retire out, even when I stop rapping\n start_ms: 18620\n end_ms: 20570\n- text: I'm going to still be in some kind way or form or fashion in it\n start_ms: 20570\n end_ms: 24080\n- text: You know what I mean like\n start_ms: 24080\n end_ms: 24600\n- text: When I die there's going to be rappers at my funeral, hopefully\n start_ms: 24600\n end_ms: 27340\n- text: You know what I mean\n start_ms: 27340\n end_ms: 28200\n- text: But, you know what I mean that's just how it is\n start_ms: 28200\n end_ms: 30070\n- text: Like, y'all gonna remember that that was a rapper\n start_ms: 30070\n end_ms: 30960\n- text: But hopefully, I'll go down known for something different--\n start_ms: 30960\n end_ms: 33770\n- text: Not different, but known for something else also, you know what I mean\n start_ms: 33770\n end_ms: 38270\n- text: But that's what I'm going to do, hopefully\n start_ms: 38270\n end_ms: 40030\n- text: I know what I'm going to do, I'm that nigga man\n start_ms: 40030\n end_ms: 43300\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 43300\nplain: |-\n When I would think about retiring\n Uhh... I look at retirement like, I look at retiring like\n You retire out when you die out\n Straight up, cause you never retire out what you do\n You never retire out of what you do\n Meaning, if you put so much into--if what you do is your life, like mine\n You know what I mean like, my career is my life\n So I could never retire out, even when I stop rapping\n I'm going to still be in some kind way or form or fashion in it\n You know what I mean like\n When I die there's going to be rappers at my funeral, hopefully\n You know what I mean\n But, you know what I mean that's just how it is\n Like, y'all gonna remember that that was a rapper\n But hopefully, I'll go down known for something different--\n Not different, but known for something else also, you know what I mean\n But that's what I'm going to do, hopefully\n I know what I'm going to do, I'm that nigga man\n"},{"id":21451033,"name":"Gettin Some Head","trackName":"Gettin Some Head","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne","duration":226.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ridin with a bitch I call hot mouth shelly.\nShe poppin exstacys and get that cotton mouth heavy.\nI give'r a bottle water bitch break out sweatin\nThen she get straight to the head like a fucking excedrin.\nI'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch\nNow hoe go and tell the cops i got a crook in my dick.\nStraight gut a bitch open like a hook in a fish.\nI got a lady from paris who french kiss my shit. yea\nWhy you think I gotta tint my whips\nCause I be gettin some head, right in my shit.\nYou say you love that woman, but that been my bitch.\nAnd if you kiss that woman, then you suck my dick.\nThese hoes is nasty, yall niggas is trippin'\nI got a bitch with a mouth like that boy ken griffy.\nWhen im out in the streets betta believe im pimpin.\nAnd if you ever saw me with one of those video vixens.\n\n(Gangsta Weezie!) I was gettin some head.(Get gettin' some head)\nSuper head what's good? Super head what's good? I with the kinda girl that make ya toes fry\nI was gettin some head (Get gettin' some head)\nI was gettin' some head (Get gettin' some head)\nI was with that kinda girl, that make ya toes fry.\n\nYou know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin brain\nStick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin brain.\nYea Im nasty bitch what lil' wayne.\nI like them macced up lips and two tongue rings\nI gotta sit im the president I run thangs.\nNow all these hoes tryin to save a niggas cum stains.\nReal talk, I get head on the airplane.\nBitch be climbin' all over that lil chair mayne.\nI pull her hair back, she holler yea back\nI like a bitch with some lips like a bear trap.\nAnd I dont mind going down I take care of that.\nI have homie at home like where she at?\nShe with me in my bad ass ride\nGivin me a blowjob like a nine to five.\nShe say she eat her vegetables so she stay alive.\nSo she slob on my nob, like corn on the cob.","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.24] Ridin with a bitch I call hot mouth shelly.\n[00:31.82] She poppin exstacys and get that cotton mouth heavy.\n[00:35.02] I give'r a bottle water bitch break out sweatin\n[00:37.68] Then she get straight to the head like a fucking excedrin.\n[00:40.97] I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch\n[00:44.14] Now hoe go and tell the cops i got a crook in my dick.\n[00:47.16] Straight gut a bitch open like a hook in a fish.\n[00:50.35] I got a lady from paris who french kiss my shit. yea\n[00:53.94] Why you think I gotta tint my whips\n[00:56.50] Cause I be gettin some head, right in my shit.\n[00:59.76] You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch.\n[01:02.31] And if you kiss that woman, then you suck my dick.\n[01:05.67] These hoes is nasty, yall niggas is trippin'\n[01:09.13] I got a bitch with a mouth like that boy ken griffy.\n[01:11.78] When im out in the streets betta believe im pimpin.\n[01:14.61] And if you ever saw me with one of those video vixens.\n[01:18.24] (Gangsta Weezie!) I was gettin some head.(Get gettin' some head)\n[01:20.82] Super head what's good? Super head what's good? I with the kinda girl that make ya toes fry\n[01:40.91] I was gettin some head (Get gettin' some head)\n[01:41.36] I was gettin' some head (Get gettin' some head)\n[01:41.96] I was with that kinda girl, that make ya toes fry.\n[01:42.25] You know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin brain\n[01:46.81] Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin brain.\n[01:49.47] Yea Im nasty bitch what lil' wayne.\n[01:52.32] I like them macced up lips and two tongue rings\n[01:55.29] I gotta sit im the president I run thangs.\n[01:58.53] Now all these hoes tryin to save a niggas cum stains.\n[02:01.72] Real talk, I get head on the airplane.\n[02:03.77] Bitch be climbin' all over that lil chair mayne.\n[02:07.69] I pull her hair back, she holler yea back\n[02:10.81] I like a bitch with some lips like a bear trap.\n[02:13.81] And I dont mind going down I take care of that.\n[02:17.02] I have homie at home like where she at?\n[02:19.92] She with me in my bad ass ride\n[02:22.20] Givin me a blowjob like a nine to five.\n[02:25.59] She say she eat her vegetables so she stay alive.\n[02:28.76] So she slob on my nob, like corn on the cob.\n[02:32.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Gettin Some Head\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: 'Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne'\n duration_ms: 226560\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ridin with a bitch I call hot mouth shelly.\n start_ms: 28240\n end_ms: 31820\n- text: She poppin exstacys and get that cotton mouth heavy.\n start_ms: 31820\n end_ms: 35020\n- text: I give'r a bottle water bitch break out sweatin\n start_ms: 35020\n end_ms: 37680\n- text: Then she get straight to the head like a fucking excedrin.\n start_ms: 37680\n end_ms: 40970\n- text: I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch\n start_ms: 40970\n end_ms: 44140\n- text: Now hoe go and tell the cops i got a crook in my dick.\n start_ms: 44140\n end_ms: 47160\n- text: Straight gut a bitch open like a hook in a fish.\n start_ms: 47160\n end_ms: 50350\n- text: I got a lady from paris who french kiss my shit. yea\n start_ms: 50350\n end_ms: 53940\n- text: Why you think I gotta tint my whips\n start_ms: 53940\n end_ms: 56500\n- text: Cause I be gettin some head, right in my shit.\n start_ms: 56500\n end_ms: 59760\n- text: You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch.\n start_ms: 59760\n end_ms: 62310\n- text: And if you kiss that woman, then you suck my dick.\n start_ms: 62310\n end_ms: 65670\n- text: These hoes is nasty, yall niggas is trippin'\n start_ms: 65670\n end_ms: 69130\n- text: I got a bitch with a mouth like that boy ken griffy.\n start_ms: 69130\n end_ms: 71780\n- text: When im out in the streets betta believe im pimpin.\n start_ms: 71780\n end_ms: 74610\n- text: And if you ever saw me with one of those video vixens.\n start_ms: 74610\n end_ms: 78240\n- text: (Gangsta Weezie!) I was gettin some head.(Get gettin' some head)\n start_ms: 78240\n end_ms: 80820\n- text: Super head what's good? Super head what's good? 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I was gettin some head.(Get gettin' some head)\n Super head what's good? Super head what's good? 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Fee!)\nSpit yo game, talk yo' shit (Shout to G-Town!)\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call your clique (Yeah! Can't forget The Hollow!)\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\nPass the weed, I got to light one\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\nPass the weed, I got to light one (DJ Drama! Dramatic!)\n\nWhat your Mammy told you 'bout fucking 'round with them soldiers?\nTold you I'd be back—I'm comin'; I got that Tommy La-soda (Oh!)\nThat's blood all over your sofas, blood all over your posters\nBlood all over your shoulders, blood all over the strollers\nDo that shit—I done that shit; it's Weezy Baby—\n\"He's a baby, but that nigga run that shit\"\nMake that money come back quick\nTake that money from that bitch—she know what it be: M-O-B\nPistol right there in my reach—you know what it be: him or me\nBitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key\n\nWhere? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing\nI'm here—bada-bam-bing\nMy hand bling, my wrist bling, my neck bling, my ear bling\nSuper bowl ring, bitch\nCash Money, Young Money: Super Bowl team, bitch\nMoney, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch\nYou with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch\nThis is New Orleans, bitch: murder dope fiend shit\n\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\nPass the weed, I got to light one\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\nPass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)\n\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\nPass the weed, I got to light one\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)\nPass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! Gangsta!)\n\nWhat your Pappy told you bout fucking 'round with them soldiers?\nI told you I'm coming back—I got that Tommy Mottola\nThat's blood all over your Rover, blood all over your chauffeur\nBlood all over your loafers\nIf I get any closer, there's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster\nI'm in them S. Dots: That's blood all over my Hovas—fuck!\nI'm hustlin' with a motive: My niggas need me\nAnd that Tiger in my pocket say, \"Feed me\"—it's greedy\n\nSee them niggas—jack them niggas; kill them niggas—whack them niggas\nAsk them bitches, ask them niggas: Weezy Baby—that's the nigga\nCatch me mashing in a V: matching seats, matching feet\nSheesh! That bitch too sweet for the streets\nGot that keef in the leaf if he finna beef; no need to speak—let it be what it be\nNiggas want peace—I make 'em leave here, piece by piece\nFuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do?\nI been ready since eighty-one, and I was born in eighty-two\n\nHollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch \"The Zoo\"\nI ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit\nSucker-free, sucker-proof; fifty shots, cut 'em loose\nQuarterback Weezy, baby: Shotgun, run, and shoot\nComing true—Young'un' do what young'un's do: ball, baby\nAt home, fornicating; homie by the phone, waiting\nGoddamn, I am a man, \"the man\"\nThe mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch!\n\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\nPass the weed, I got to light one\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\nPass the weed, I got to light one (Dramatic, nigga! Dr— Dr— Dr—)\n\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\nSpit yo' game, talk yo' shit\nGrab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\nPass the weed, I got to light one\nSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)\nPass the weed, I got to light one (That's right)\n\nSo I'ma talk my shit for a minute\nI wanted to take a vacation\nNiggas wouldn't let me\nThe streets too dry—they need us!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Big shout to Philly)\n[00:02.17] Grab yo' gat— (Yeah)\n[00:03.63] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Shout to everybody down in The Bottom)\n[00:05.58] Grab yo' gat— (Boo in here! Fee!)\n[00:06.41] Spit yo game, talk yo' shit (Shout to G-Town!)\n[00:08.44] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n[00:09.73] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[00:10.51] Grab yo' gat, call your clique (Yeah! Can't forget The Hollow!)\n[00:12.56] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n[00:14.16] Pass the weed, I got to light one\n[00:15.35] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\n[00:16.41] Pass the weed, I got to light one (DJ Drama! Dramatic!)\n[00:18.57] What your Mammy told you 'bout fucking 'round with them soldiers?\n[00:21.12] Told you I'd be back—I'm comin'; I got that Tommy La-soda (Oh!)\n[00:24.19] That's blood all over your sofas, blood all over your posters\n[00:27.43] Blood all over your shoulders, blood all over the strollers\n[00:30.52] Do that shit—I done that shit; it's Weezy Baby—\n[00:32.78] \"He's a baby, but that nigga run that shit\"\n[00:35.00] Make that money come back quick\n[00:36.50] Take that money from that bitch—she know what it be: M-O-B\n[00:39.51] Pistol right there in my reach—you know what it be: him or me\n[00:42.52] Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key\n[00:45.42] Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing\n[00:48.20] I'm here—bada-bam-bing\n[00:49.79] My hand bling, my wrist bling, my neck bling, my ear bling\n[00:52.96] Super bowl ring, bitch\n[00:54.46] Cash Money, Young Money: Super Bowl team, bitch\n[00:57.44] Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch\n[01:00.51] You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch\n[01:03.57] This is New Orleans, bitch: murder dope fiend shit\n[01:06.21] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[01:07.82] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n[01:09.34] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[01:10.74] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n[01:12.21] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n[01:13.75] Pass the weed, I got to light one\n[01:15.08] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\n[01:17.04] Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)\n[01:18.36] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[01:19.76] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n[01:21.39] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[01:22.72] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n[01:24.16] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n[01:25.77] Pass the weed, I got to light one\n[01:27.05] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)\n[01:28.56] Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! Gangsta!)\n[01:30.10] What your Pappy told you bout fucking 'round with them soldiers?\n[01:32.87] I told you I'm coming back—I got that Tommy Mottola\n[01:35.73] That's blood all over your Rover, blood all over your chauffeur\n[01:39.00] Blood all over your loafers\n[01:40.57] If I get any closer, there's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster\n[01:45.05] I'm in them S. Dots: That's blood all over my Hovas—fuck!\n[01:48.32] I'm hustlin' with a motive: My niggas need me\n[01:50.80] And that Tiger in my pocket say, \"Feed me\"—it's greedy\n[01:54.05] See them niggas—jack them niggas; kill them niggas—whack them niggas\n[01:57.21] Ask them bitches, ask them niggas: Weezy Baby—that's the nigga\n[02:00.07] Catch me mashing in a V: matching seats, matching feet\n[02:03.61] Sheesh! That bitch too sweet for the streets\n[02:05.66] Got that keef in the leaf if he finna beef; no need to speak—let it be what it be\n[02:09.08] Niggas want peace—I make 'em leave here, piece by piece\n[02:12.09] Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do?\n[02:15.07] I been ready since eighty-one, and I was born in eighty-two\n[02:17.80] Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch \"The Zoo\"\n[02:21.03] I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit\n[02:23.91] Sucker-free, sucker-proof; fifty shots, cut 'em loose\n[02:27.01] Quarterback Weezy, baby: Shotgun, run, and shoot\n[02:30.08] Coming true—Young'un' do what young'un's do: ball, baby\n[02:33.00] At home, fornicating; homie by the phone, waiting\n[02:35.85] Goddamn, I am a man, \"the man\"\n[02:38.95] The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch!\n[02:41.85] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[02:43.35] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n[02:44.88] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[02:46.22] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n[02:47.72] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n[02:49.23] Pass the weed, I got to light one\n[02:50.58] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\n[02:52.13] Pass the weed, I got to light one (Dramatic, nigga! Dr— Dr— Dr—)\n[02:53.70] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[02:55.22] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n[02:56.73] Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n[02:58.28] Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n[02:59.77] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n[03:01.25] Pass the weed, I got to light one\n[03:02.59] Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)\n[03:04.03] Pass the weed, I got to light one (That's right)\n[03:06.17] So I'ma talk my shit for a minute\n[03:08.76] I wanted to take a vacation\n[03:10.95] Niggas wouldn't let me\n[03:12.83] The streets too dry—they need us!\n[03:14.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Spitter\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: 'Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne'\n duration_ms: 195000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Big shout to Philly)\n start_ms: 10\n end_ms: 2170\n- text: Grab yo' gat— (Yeah)\n start_ms: 2170\n end_ms: 3630\n- text: Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Shout to everybody down in The Bottom)\n start_ms: 3630\n end_ms: 5580\n- text: Grab yo' gat— (Boo in here! 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Dots: That''s blood all over my Hovas—fuck!'\n start_ms: 105050\n end_ms: 108320\n- text: 'I''m hustlin'' with a motive: My niggas need me'\n start_ms: 108320\n end_ms: 110800\n- text: And that Tiger in my pocket say, \"Feed me\"—it's greedy\n start_ms: 110800\n end_ms: 114050\n- text: See them niggas—jack them niggas; kill them niggas—whack them niggas\n start_ms: 114050\n end_ms: 117210\n- text: 'Ask them bitches, ask them niggas: Weezy Baby—that''s the nigga'\n start_ms: 117210\n end_ms: 120070\n- text: 'Catch me mashing in a V: matching seats, matching feet'\n start_ms: 120070\n end_ms: 123610\n- text: Sheesh! That bitch too sweet for the streets\n start_ms: 123610\n end_ms: 125660\n- text: Got that keef in the leaf if he finna beef; no need to speak—let it be what it be\n start_ms: 125660\n end_ms: 129080\n- text: Niggas want peace—I make 'em leave here, piece by piece\n start_ms: 129080\n end_ms: 132090\n- text: Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do?\n start_ms: 132090\n end_ms: 135070\n- text: I been ready since eighty-one, and I was born in eighty-two\n start_ms: 135070\n end_ms: 137800\n- text: Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch \"The Zoo\"\n start_ms: 137800\n end_ms: 141030\n- text: I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit\n start_ms: 141030\n end_ms: 143910\n- text: Sucker-free, sucker-proof; fifty shots, cut 'em loose\n start_ms: 143910\n end_ms: 147010\n- text: 'Quarterback Weezy, baby: Shotgun, run, and shoot'\n start_ms: 147010\n end_ms: 150080\n- text: 'Coming true—Young''un'' do what young''un''s do: ball, baby'\n start_ms: 150080\n end_ms: 153000\n- text: At home, fornicating; homie by the phone, waiting\n start_ms: 153000\n end_ms: 155850\n- text: Goddamn, I am a man, \"the man\"\n start_ms: 155850\n end_ms: 158950\n- text: The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch!\n start_ms: 158950\n end_ms: 161850\n- text: Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n start_ms: 161850\n end_ms: 163350\n- text: Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n start_ms: 163350\n end_ms: 164880\n- text: Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n start_ms: 164880\n end_ms: 166220\n- text: Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n start_ms: 166220\n end_ms: 167720\n- text: Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n start_ms: 167720\n end_ms: 169230\n- text: Pass the weed, I got to light one\n start_ms: 169230\n end_ms: 170580\n- text: Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\n start_ms: 170580\n end_ms: 172130\n- text: Pass the weed, I got to light one (Dramatic, nigga! Dr— Dr— Dr—)\n start_ms: 172130\n end_ms: 173700\n- text: Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n start_ms: 173700\n end_ms: 175220\n- text: Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n start_ms: 175220\n end_ms: 176730\n- text: Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n start_ms: 176730\n end_ms: 178280\n- text: Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n start_ms: 178280\n end_ms: 179770\n- text: Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n start_ms: 179770\n end_ms: 181250\n- text: Pass the weed, I got to light one\n start_ms: 181250\n end_ms: 182590\n- text: Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)\n start_ms: 182590\n end_ms: 184030\n- text: Pass the weed, I got to light one (That's right)\n start_ms: 184030\n end_ms: 186170\n- text: So I'ma talk my shit for a minute\n start_ms: 186170\n end_ms: 188760\n- text: I wanted to take a vacation\n start_ms: 188760\n end_ms: 190950\n- text: Niggas wouldn't let me\n start_ms: 190950\n end_ms: 192830\n- text: The streets too dry—they need us!\n start_ms: 192830\n end_ms: 194250\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 194250\nplain: |-\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Big shout to Philly)\n Grab yo' gat— (Yeah)\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Shout to everybody down in The Bottom)\n Grab yo' gat— (Boo in here! Fee!)\n Spit yo game, talk yo' shit (Shout to G-Town!)\n Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n Grab yo' gat, call your clique (Yeah! Can't forget The Hollow!)\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one (DJ Drama! Dramatic!)\n\n What your Mammy told you 'bout fucking 'round with them soldiers?\n Told you I'd be back—I'm comin'; I got that Tommy La-soda (Oh!)\n That's blood all over your sofas, blood all over your posters\n Blood all over your shoulders, blood all over the strollers\n Do that shit—I done that shit; it's Weezy Baby—\n \"He's a baby, but that nigga run that shit\"\n Make that money come back quick\n Take that money from that bitch—she know what it be: M-O-B\n Pistol right there in my reach—you know what it be: him or me\n Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key\n\n Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing\n I'm here—bada-bam-bing\n My hand bling, my wrist bling, my neck bling, my ear bling\n Super bowl ring, bitch\n Cash Money, Young Money: Super Bowl team, bitch\n Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch\n You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch\n This is New Orleans, bitch: murder dope fiend shit\n\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)\n\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! Gangsta!)\n\n What your Pappy told you bout fucking 'round with them soldiers?\n I told you I'm coming back—I got that Tommy Mottola\n That's blood all over your Rover, blood all over your chauffeur\n Blood all over your loafers\n If I get any closer, there's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster\n I'm in them S. Dots: That's blood all over my Hovas—fuck!\n I'm hustlin' with a motive: My niggas need me\n And that Tiger in my pocket say, \"Feed me\"—it's greedy\n\n See them niggas—jack them niggas; kill them niggas—whack them niggas\n Ask them bitches, ask them niggas: Weezy Baby—that's the nigga\n Catch me mashing in a V: matching seats, matching feet\n Sheesh! That bitch too sweet for the streets\n Got that keef in the leaf if he finna beef; no need to speak—let it be what it be\n Niggas want peace—I make 'em leave here, piece by piece\n Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do?\n I been ready since eighty-one, and I was born in eighty-two\n\n Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch \"The Zoo\"\n I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit\n Sucker-free, sucker-proof; fifty shots, cut 'em loose\n Quarterback Weezy, baby: Shotgun, run, and shoot\n Coming true—Young'un' do what young'un's do: ball, baby\n At home, fornicating; homie by the phone, waiting\n Goddamn, I am a man, \"the man\"\n The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch!\n\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)\n Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit\n Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Yeah)\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one\n Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication too, Drama!)\n Pass the weed, I got to light one (Dramatic, nigga! 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you\nYou might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\nWith the white interior on a set of 22's\n\nLast week I met a bitch but I forgot her name\nShort sweet red cute ole vibrant thang\nShe got a earing in her pussy and everywhere else\nShe said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself\nThen she tell me my love is the best she felt\n\nAnd she sucked my dick like its about to melt\nShe drink vitamin water say its good for her health\nShe can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt\nThen theres another bitch her name was Lesha\nShe ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza\nOne time it was so good I told her to order one mo'\n\nShe said its not Domino's its DiGiorno's\nTheres another bitch I met her at the gong Show\nGot her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show\nShe do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows\nShe do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows\n\nI can't forget about my bitch name Meaty-boo\nShes a young project bitch I used to 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bitch my name is no way\n[01:36.81] Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday\n[01:39.58] I'm Mr. President as they say\n[01:42.35] And that phantom fits me like its tailor made\n[01:45.11] I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away\n[01:47.93] I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades\n[01:50.61] If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way\n[01:53.47] Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday\n[01:56.50] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n[01:58.89] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n[02:01.69] Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n[02:04.32] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n[02:07.14] Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n[02:10.89] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n[02:12.75] You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\n[02:15.34] With the white interior on a set of 22's\n[02:19.20] Last week I met a bitch but I forgot her name\n[02:21.09] Short sweet red cute ole vibrant thang\n[02:23.42] She got a earing in her pussy and everywhere else\n[02:26.48] She said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself\n[02:29.15] Then she tell me my love is the best she felt\n[02:31.82] And she sucked my dick like its about to melt\n[02:34.61] She drink vitamin water say its good for her health\n[02:37.43] She can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt\n[02:40.09] Then theres another bitch her name was Lesha\n[02:42.87] She ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza\n[02:45.95] One time it was so good I told her to order one mo'\n[02:48.64] She said its not Domino's its DiGiorno's\n[02:51.91] Theres another bitch I met her at the gong Show\n[02:54.45] Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show\n[02:57.20] She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows\n[02:59.98] She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows\n[03:02.86] I can't forget about my bitch name Meaty-boo\n[03:05.08] Shes a young project bitch I used to bang her on the school\n[03:07.74] So I brung her to the school and we standing on the yard\n[03:10.58] The bitch asked me if I was from the 17th ward\n[03:13.22] Niggaz came out the cut and started muggin me up\n[03:16.15] I grabbed the clip out my pocket and made them cowards duck\n[03:19.16] And I told my old lady ill be back to see\n[03:21.61] And hit me up on my cell phone if niggaz lookin for me, cause\n[03:27.46] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n[03:30.06] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n[03:32.84] Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n[03:35.68] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n[03:38.74] Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n[03:41.10] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n[03:43.83] You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\n[03:45.84] With the white interior on a set of 22's\n[03:47.78] Now chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up\n[03:49.45] Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck\n[03:52.13] Chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up\n[03:54.93] Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck\n[03:57.68] My name is Lil Weezy\n[03:59.05] They say I'm off the heezy\n[04:00.45] And I tell the dog hoe don't dont you be greedy\n[04:03.07] My name is Lil Weezy\n[04:04.52] They say I'm off the heezy\n[04:05.91] And I tell the dog hoe don't dont you be greedy\n[04:08.71] Dont don't you be greedy\n[04:10.04] Dont don't you be greedy\n[04:11.46] Bitch don't you be greedy\n[04:12.82] Dont don't you be greedy\n[04:14.22] Cuz its Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes\n[04:17.23] Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes\n[04:20.21] Now put Lil Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha ha ha ha)\n[04:30.78] Bitch\n[04:31.12] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n[04:34.64] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n[04:37.04] Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n[04:38.88] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n[04:43.46] Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n[04:46.69] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n[04:47.34] You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\n[04:48.50] With the white interior on a set of 22's\n[04:53.37] Dedication 2\n[04:56.18] Straight from the Carter 2\n[04:58.39] So much money of the Carter 2\n[05:03.80] So much money of the Carter 1\n[05:06.63] So much money cause I'm Birdman son\n[05:09.37] Don't hate don't hate don't hate\n[05:13.77] I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n[05:17.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Walk It Off\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: 'Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne'\n duration_ms: 325000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now put Lil Mack on the map if he walk it off\n start_ms: 6080\n end_ms: 8490\n- text: Now put Lil Spitter on the map if he walk it off\n start_ms: 8490\n end_ms: 11170\n- text: Now put a P on the map if he walk it off\n start_ms: 11170\n end_ms: 13700\n- text: Say put Lil Fee on the map if he walk it off\n start_ms: 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map if he walk it off\n Now put a P on the map if he walk it off\n Say put Lil Fee on the map if he walk it off\n\n Say put E.I on the map if he walk it off\n Kay put Lil Drew on the map if he walk it off\n Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off\n I'ma (gansta) I'ma (gangsta)\n\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\n With the white interior on a set of 22's\n\n I'm a jalapeno boy hot as Cayenne pepper\n I'm from New Orleans City but ill take her to whatever\n I'm tougher that leather\n I'm smoother than Suede\n Always never broke cause I'm usually paid\n\n Got the Rover with the cage\n Kinda brown off beige\n Everybody look at me like I'm riding on stage\n Gotta woman named Sage\n She twice my age\n\n Everytime she hit me up she send a picture with her page\n I ain't tryin to fall in love I ain't tryin get engaged\n You can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead\n Everytime I'm tryin to leave she beggin me to stay\n And I politely fade away like my name was M.J.\n\n And she wrote me a note, guess what that note said\n When I hope still like me but I go both ways\n And then I say Oh, then I say Okay\n Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name was O.J\n If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way\n\n Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday\n I'm Mr. President as they say\n And that phantom fits me like its tailor made\n I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away\n I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades\n If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way\n Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday\n\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\n With the white interior on a set of 22's\n\n Last week I met a bitch but I forgot her name\n Short sweet red cute ole vibrant thang\n She got a earing in her pussy and everywhere else\n She said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself\n Then she tell me my love is the best she felt\n\n And she sucked my dick like its about to melt\n She drink vitamin water say its good for her health\n She can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt\n Then theres another bitch her name was Lesha\n She ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza\n One time it was so good I told her to order one mo'\n\n She said its not Domino's its DiGiorno's\n Theres another bitch I met her at the gong Show\n Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show\n She do my dishes, was my 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to stunt\n Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\n With the white interior on a set of 22's\n\n I'm a jalapeno boy hot as Cayenne pepper\n I'm from New Orleans City but ill take her to whatever\n I'm tougher that leather\n I'm smoother than Suede\n Always never broke cause I'm usually paid\n\n Got the Rover with the cage\n Kinda brown off beige\n Everybody look at me like I'm riding on stage\n Gotta woman named Sage\n She twice my age\n\n Everytime she hit me up she send a picture with her page\n I ain't tryin to fall in love I ain't tryin get engaged\n You can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead\n Everytime I'm tryin to leave she beggin me to stay\n And I politely fade away like my name was M.J.\n\n And she wrote me a note, guess what that note said\n When I hope still like me but I go both ways\n And then I say Oh, then I say Okay\n Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name was O.J\n If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way\n\n Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday\n I'm Mr. President as they say\n And that phantom fits me like its tailor made\n I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away\n I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades\n If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way\n Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday\n\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt\n Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front\n Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you\n You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue\n With the white interior on a set of 22's\n\n Last week I met a bitch but I forgot her name\n Short sweet red cute ole vibrant thang\n She got a earing in her 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it up like burp, burp\nAnd make that ass jump like jermp, jermp\nAnd that's when she\n\nShe lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that)\nShe lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that)\nShe lick me like a lollipop (I like that)\nShe lick me like a lollipop (Oh)\n\nShawty wanna thug (Thug)\nBottles in the club (Club)\nShawty wanna hug (Yeah)\nYou know I like to touch\nYour lovely lady lumps\n(She lick me like a lollipop)\nShawty wanna thug (Thug)\nBottles in the club (Club)\nShawty wanna hug\nYou know I like to touch\nYour lovely lady lumps\n(She lick me like a lollipop)\n\nI like that\nDrop it like it's hot\nD-d-d-d-drop it like it's hot\nDo it shawty\nDon't stop\n\nShawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit\nShawty said the nigga that she with ain't this\nShawty said the nigga that she with can't hit\nWell shawty, I'mma hit it, hit it like I can't miss\nAnd he can't do this and he don't do that\nShawty need a refund, need to bring that nigga back\nJust like a refund, I make her 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duration_ms: 301767\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Oww\n Uh huh\n No homo\n I say he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper\n So I let her lick the rapper\n\n She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah)\n She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah)\n She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah)\n She lick me like a lollipop\n\n Shawty wanna thug (Thug)\n Bottles in the club (Club)\n Shawty wanna hug (Yeah)\n You know I like to touch\n Your lovely lady lumps\n (She lick me like a lollipop)\n Shawty wanna thug (Thug)\n Bottles in the club (Club)\n Shawty wanna hug\n You know I like to touch\n Your lovely lady lumps\n (She lick me like a lollipop)\n\n Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine\n She even wear her hair down the back like mine\n I make her feel right when it's wrong like lying\n But man, she ain't never had a love like mine\n But man, I ain't never seen an ass like hers\n That pussy in my mouth had me lost for words\n So told her back it up like burp, burp\n And make that ass jump like 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And she bring that ass back\n Because I like that\n\n Shawty wanna thug (Thug)\n Bottles in the club (Club)\n Shawty wanna hug (Yeah)\n You know I like to touch\n Your lovely lady lumps\n (She lick me like a lollipop)\n Shawty wanna thug (Thug)\n Bottles in the club (Club)\n Shawty wanna hug (Yeah)\n You know I like to touch\n Your lovely lady lumps\n (She lick me like a lollipop)\n\n Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop\n Shawty wanna lick, wanna lick me like a lollipop\n Shawty wanna lick me, lick me like a lollipop\n She wanna lick the rapper, lick me like a lollipop\n Shawty wanna thug\n Bottles in the club\n Shawty wanna hug\n Know I like to touch\n Your lovely lady lumps\n\n Call me so I can make it juicy for ya\n Call me so I can get it juicy for ya\n Call me so I can make it juicy for ya\n Call me so I can get it juicy for ya\n Call me so I can make it juicy for ya\n Call me so I can get it juicy for ya\n Call me so I can make it juicy for ya\n Call me so I can get 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(Old)\nKeep a pocket rocket, but been walkin' with that pole lately (damn)\nBeen stepping with the reapers, I been snatching niggas soul lately (ayy)\nChoppers popping, niggas road raging, counting old faces (woo)\nYou trust that bitch, she share your location, killers locate him\nGot these hoes chasing, breaking hoes daily, slow your roll, baby\nAll these bitches mad 'cause I won't cuff 'em, I'm a ho, baby\n\nHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, I'ma step, hmm, hmm, hmm\nBrr, nigga, brr, nigga, brr, that's that TEC\nHey, walk a nigga down, we gon' shoot him to his death, yeah\nWatch a nigga squeeze on this tip 'til ain't nothing left, nigga\n\nHit, sticks, clicks, blicks, yeah\nBricks (hit), licks (hit), clips (hit), blitz, yeah\nWhips (hit), switch (hit), kicks (hit), shit, yeah\nHit (hit), hit (hit), hit (hit)\n\nI got hittas, woadie, I put a hit on woadie\nGot nigga poppin' out like Janet Jackson titty, woadie\nI take the opp out, his family and his little woadies\nI still got blood on my hand, just like my pen exploded\nI got that semi loaded\nI hit your ass up with that curry 'til you shimmy, woadie\nHe had a gat, it was still buffering, mine was finished loading\nCan keep his two cents to his self, I had to penny loaf him\nI had to Kenneth Cole him, hold up\n\nHit 'em up, I treat my nina just like a gentlemen\nI treat a diva just like she anyone\nAll on her cleavage, that's where it ended up\nGot a two liter, I had to tinted up\nI'm on sativa, I'm on that indica\nI'm 'bout that evil, I got the blicker tucked\nI'm in a diesel, revving the engine up\nI'm with Lil' Beezy, this was a hit-and-run\n\nHit, sticks, clicks, blicks, yeah\nBricks (hit), licks (hit), clips (hit), blitz, yeah\nWhips (hit), switch (hit), kicks (hit), shit, yeah\nHit (hit), hit (hit), hit (hit)\n\nAyy, hit a motherfucker ('fucker), get a motherfucker (ayy)\nWatch me grab the chopper, knock a limb off motherfucker, hey\nGot 'em getting low just like a limbo, motherfucker\nHey, my niggas sellin' snow just like a timber, motherfucker\n\nSpot 'em, bingo, motherfucker, they bite my lingo, motherfucker\nAll these messy hoes fishing, finding Nemo, motherfucker (Nemo)\nThat juice that here the bomb, like some C4, motherfucker (hey)\nGot 'em goin' crazy, just like CeeLo, motherfucker\n\nHmm, oh, my leg hurt, hmm, yeah, my leg hurt (damn)\nSteppin' on these niggas, bitch, I'm pressure 'til my head hurt\nHollin' yep in this white tee, bow, he a red shirt\nDon't give a damn what the hype be, we gon' send the lead first\n\nHit, sticks (we hit 'em), clicks, blicks (we hit 'em), yeah\nBricks, licks (we hit 'em), clips, blitz (we hit 'em), yeah\nWhips (they hit), switch (they hit), kicks (they hit), shit (they hit)\nYeah, hit (they hit), hit (they hit), hit (they hit, they hit)\n\nHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, I'ma step\nBrr, nigga, blrr, nigga, brr, that's that TEC\nHey, walk a nigga down, we gon' shoot him to his death, yeah\nWatch a nigga squeeze on this tip 'til ain't nothing left, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] (Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker, bitch), yeah\n[00:03.64] (Hit a motherfucker), yeah (hit a motherfucker, bitch)\n[00:06.38] Everybody hitters, everybody killers (hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker, bitch)\n[00:09.56] 'Til a nigga ass get hit like a motherfucker (hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker, bitch), hey\n[00:13.32] Hit, sticks, clicks, blicks, yeah\n[00:16.52] Bricks (hit), licks (hit), clips (hit), blitz, yeah\n[00:19.79] Whips (hit), switch (hit), kicks (hit), shit, yeah\n[00:22.99] Hit (hit), hit (hit), hit (hit)\n[00:25.70] I got sticks (ayy), sticks (yeah), sticks, like an old lady\n[00:29.53] Why that lil' bitch all up on my dick if that's your old lady? 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Shout To\nSlip N Slide... Khaled... My Nigga Dj Khaled... Yea... Dedication 2\nThats Right... Drama... I... See Ya... Im So Dedicated Right Now!!!!\n(Gangsta Grillzilz)F. Baby!!!... Hot Spitta... 24/7... Mack Mayne... Po' Baby!!!\nEi I Ei I Yoooo!!!!!... (Gangsta Grillzilz)!!!\n\nNow What Dey Do You Know Its Wheezy F. Tha Fuckin' Boss!!\nInside Da Phantom, Bitch So Big, Ill Prolly Get Lost(Oh!)\nIm 'bout To Exzauhst, In My Funky Comadema\nIll Make Dat Hoe, Tip- Toe Like A Balerina\nIm Da Miama Fever, In Da Miama Heat\nHop In Da Miamai Water, Im Like Im Flordia Ballin'\nBut I Come From New Orlean', Nigga We Still Strong\nAnd My Money Real Long, Real Real Real Long\nAnd Dis My 13th Year, Bitch!!!, Im Still Gone\nSo My Money Real Long Real Real Real Long\nNigga Dats Still On, Red Beam Safey On\nMurder Scene, Take It Off, Red Rum, Tomata Sauce\nNiggaz Say Dey Papa Boyz, Bitch I Be Wit Cappa Boyz\nI Say We Be Burnin' Bodies, We Don't Be Burnin' Carz\nAnd I Gotta Bitch Wit Me, Call Her \"Bitch Witout Draws\"\nAnd Im At Da Bank You Can Call Me \"Mr. Withdraw\"\n\n(Whip It Real Hard, Whip It Whip It Real Hard!!) 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Call It What Chu Want But Baby Just\nDont Call Da Copz Let Em' Chase Dat Drop, Imma Chase Dat Gwap(Yea) Race Track\nJacket Wit Da Race Track Loaks,(Yea) All Black Mazzaridee, Race Dat Smoke\nImma Crack Dat Egg Open, Beat Dat Yoak Let It Soak Let It Soak, Watch It Come Back\nBroke... (Yea) Den I Hit Da Streetz Up N Talk Dat Talk Let It Float Let Float Neva\nCome Back Broke(No) Run Dat Shit Im Ca$h Money Bread N Butta No Suga\nBring Me All Da Beef, Im Da Mothafuckin' Pressure Cooker... (Yea, Yea)\nI Could Change Da Wheather 4 Ya Lose Ya Ass Da Neighbors Tell Em' Dats Dey Neva\nSaw Ya Close Ya Mouth Ita Be Bedda 4 Ya All Dat Snitchin' To Da Copz Gotta\nMetal 4 Ya(Ha) Imma Hustla Got Purp, Hos, And Metal 4 Ya And When Ya Think\nYa Ready Ill Be Ready 4 Ya!!!(Bitch!!!)\n\nShoutout To Da 305, Yea, Dedicaton 2(Whip It Real Hard) Huh? Philly & Miami\nI Thought Itol' Dem Niggaz, Dey Got Da Official Shoutout To Mix-Unit\n(Gangsta Grillzilz) Yea","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hustlin\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Ultimate Hip Hop (Lil Wayne Collection)\n duration_ms: 241000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Dramatic, Dramatic Nigga) Shoutout My Nigga Rick Ross!!! Shout To\n Slip N Slide... Khaled... My Nigga Dj Khaled... Yea... Dedication 2\n Thats Right... Drama... I... See Ya... Im So Dedicated Right Now!!!!\n (Gangsta Grillzilz)F. Baby!!!... Hot Spitta... 24/7... Mack Mayne... Po' Baby!!!\n Ei I Ei I Yoooo!!!!!... (Gangsta Grillzilz)!!!\n\n Now What Dey Do You Know Its Wheezy F. Tha Fuckin' Boss!!\n Inside Da Phantom, Bitch So Big, Ill Prolly Get Lost(Oh!)\n Im 'bout To Exzauhst, In My Funky Comadema\n Ill Make Dat Hoe, Tip- Toe Like A Balerina\n Im Da Miama Fever, In Da Miama Heat\n Hop In Da Miamai Water, Im Like Im Flordia Ballin'\n But I Come From New Orlean', Nigga We Still Strong\n And My Money Real Long, Real Real Real Long\n And Dis My 13th Year, Bitch!!!, Im Still Gone\n So My Money Real Long Real Real Real Long\n Nigga Dats Still On, Red Beam Safey On\n Murder Scene, Take It Off, Red Rum, Tomata Sauce\n Niggaz Say Dey Papa Boyz, Bitch I Be Wit Cappa Boyz\n I Say We Be Burnin' Bodies, We Don't Be Burnin' Carz\n And I Gotta Bitch Wit Me, Call Her \"Bitch Witout Draws\"\n And Im At Da Bank You Can Call Me \"Mr. Withdraw\"\n\n (Whip It Real Hard, Whip It Whip It Real Hard!!) On It, And Imma Bring In Da Diana Ross\n Singin', Imma Pull It, Imma Bang It Dats Da Nina Ross Singin', I Be Weighin' Da Falock\n Wit Dat Rick Ross Bangin' And If You Try Me I Reverse You Now You Kriss Kross\n Singin'(Yea) Whips Off Tops Seats Soft Let Her Feat Prop, Heat Cocked, Sumthin' On\n My Neck Look Like Peacock Ya Need Not Talk Dats Street Hot To Me I Could Sweet Pop\n Like Thousand Dolla Bottles Of Dat Kris Rock, Bitch!! Stop Trippin' I Been Hot\n When Not I Been Threw Away What Dey Just Got Niggaz Talk Shit But When I See Em'\n Dey Lips Lock, Bitch!!!, Pop Know I Got Dat Ooh-I- Grip Ha Bitch Shot!!! Bitch I Bet Im\n Hustlin' When Yo Nigga Not Bigga Appatite Bigga Pot... Eat!!!\n\n (Whip It Real Hard Whip It Whip It Real Hard!!!) Call It What Chu Want But Baby Just\n Dont Call Da Copz Let Em' Chase Dat Drop, Imma Chase Dat Gwap(Yea) Race Track\n Jacket Wit Da Race Track Loaks,(Yea) All Black Mazzaridee, Race Dat Smoke\n Imma Crack Dat Egg Open, Beat Dat Yoak Let It Soak Let It Soak, Watch It Come Back\n Broke... (Yea) Den I Hit Da Streetz Up N Talk Dat Talk Let It Float Let Float Neva\n Come Back Broke(No) Run Dat Shit Im Ca$h Money Bread N Butta No Suga\n Bring Me All Da Beef, Im Da Mothafuckin' Pressure Cooker... (Yea, Yea)\n I Could Change Da Wheather 4 Ya Lose Ya Ass Da Neighbors Tell Em' Dats Dey Neva\n Saw Ya Close Ya Mouth Ita Be Bedda 4 Ya All Dat Snitchin' To Da Copz Gotta\n Metal 4 Ya(Ha) Imma Hustla Got Purp, Hos, And Metal 4 Ya And When Ya Think\n Ya Ready Ill Be Ready 4 Ya!!!(Bitch!!!)\n\n Shoutout To Da 305, Yea, Dedicaton 2(Whip It Real Hard) Huh? Philly & Miami\n I Thought Itol' Dem Niggaz, Dey Got Da Official Shoutout To Mix-Unit\n (Gangsta Grillzilz) Yea\n"},{"id":36147170,"name":"Ridin' Wit The Ak","trackName":"Ridin' Wit The Ak","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Ultimate Hip Hop (Lil Wayne Collection)","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I, I, I, I be on that on that all night\nMan, I be on that all day\nStraight up boy if you want me\nI'll be ridin' with that K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K\n\nTime and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil' Wayne\nLet me use your throw away 'cause niggas out here playin' man\nThey just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it\nBarrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets\n\nI'm from the crescent city moving nothing less than fifty\nThat's more shells than you'll find in the seat\nAnd you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G\nI'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme\n\nExcuse my flossin' dawg, I'm still known to tote a snub\nNiggas thought I lost all my blikas in that Katrina flood\nI still got big you mac eleven from ninty seven\nSometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them\n\nI be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\nI be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\nI be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\nI be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n\nI, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\nStraight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\nK who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\nK who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\nI'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\nI'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n\nChevy's ridin', swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow\nMack man young money mottos still fuck a hoe\nBurners on the front seat incase a hater come that close\nBodies drop when the shotty pop, they'll probably make your body rock\n\nBody rock, yep nigga lean with it rock with it\nThang that make you lean I be seen round the clock with it\nSee I don't stop with it hustle for that new money\nSmellin' like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin'\n\nSee, I just recruit somethin' that help me move it every day\nMore workers than Mary K vibin' to that Mary J\nI'm off the chain like three slaves, bitch I'm bout my chips\nI'm Mac Maine bitch, I'm on that gangster shit\n\nI be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\nI be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\nI be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\nI be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n\nI, I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\nStraight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\nK who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\nK who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\nI'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\nI'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n\nTime and time again I gotta turn around and tell see dawg\nGrab this AK off my back or there's gonna be blood all on them dawg\nClip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop, it on in give a nigga that shit\nPull it right over and park your whip\nEverybody gone run when the trunk gone lift\n\nShit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun\nWhen the po po come\nThe nigga that talk ain't talking 'bout nothing\nI'm a rude boy I murder for fun\n\nI'm hot bitch, worse than the sun\nI'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one\nI'm the God just looking for a nun\nI'm the president, my job here is done\n\nChevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow\nCash money, young money mottos still fuck a hoe\nBurners on the front seat incase a hater come that close\nBodies drop when the shotty pop, they'll probably make your body rock\n\nLean with it, lean with it, lean with it and snap your fingers\nMake ya lean with it, make ya lean with it\nMake 'em lean with it now play the hook\n\nI, I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\nStraight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\nK who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\nK who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\nI'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\nI'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n\nLets stab 'em in they chest\nAnd show 'em that we shoot and boom get shot\nStab 'em in they chest and keep my motherfuckin boom\nGet shot bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] I, I, I, I be on that on that all night\n[00:02.73] Man, I be on that all day\n[00:04.31] Straight up boy if you want me\n[00:06.11] I'll be ridin' with that K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K\n[00:13.38] Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil' Wayne\n[00:17.00] Let me use your throw away 'cause niggas out here playin' man\n[00:20.65] They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it\n[00:24.25] Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets\n[00:27.85] I'm from the crescent city moving nothing less than fifty\n[00:30.55] That's more shells than you'll find in the seat\n[00:34.18] And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G\n[00:36.82] I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme\n[00:40.52] Excuse my flossin' dawg, I'm still known to tote a snub\n[00:45.03] Niggas thought I lost all my blikas in that Katrina flood\n[00:47.78] I still got big you mac eleven from ninty seven\n[00:51.33] Sometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them\n[00:54.00] I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n[00:57.62] I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n[01:01.23] I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n[01:04.88] I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n[01:07.67] I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n[01:12.15] Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n[01:14.89] K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n[01:18.43] K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n[01:21.17] I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n[01:24.76] I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n[01:28.35] Chevy's ridin', swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow\n[01:32.03] Mack man young money mottos still fuck a hoe\n[01:34.75] Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close\n[01:38.34] Bodies drop when the shotty pop, they'll probably make your body rock\n[01:41.90] Body rock, yep nigga lean with it rock with it\n[01:45.56] Thang that make you lean I be seen round the clock with it\n[01:48.27] See I don't stop with it hustle for that new money\n[01:51.81] Smellin' like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin'\n[01:55.48] See, I just recruit somethin' that help me move it every day\n[01:59.15] More workers than Mary K vibin' to that Mary J\n[02:01.81] I'm off the chain like three slaves, bitch I'm bout my chips\n[02:05.43] I'm Mac Maine bitch, I'm on that gangster shit\n[02:09.01] I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n[02:11.77] I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n[02:15.39] I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n[02:19.00] I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n[02:22.59] I, I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n[02:26.13] Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n[02:29.83] K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n[02:32.58] K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n[02:36.15] I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n[02:38.84] I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n[02:41.50] Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell see dawg\n[02:46.09] Grab this AK off my back or there's gonna be blood all on them dawg\n[02:48.72] Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop, it on in give a nigga that shit\n[02:52.38] Pull it right over and park your whip\n[02:54.25] Everybody gone run when the trunk gone lift\n[02:56.02] Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun\n[02:59.61] When the po po come\n[03:01.42] The nigga that talk ain't talking 'bout nothing\n[03:02.39] I'm a rude boy I murder for fun\n[03:03.27] I'm hot bitch, worse than the sun\n[03:04.15] I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one\n[03:05.94] I'm the God just looking for a nun\n[03:07.71] I'm the president, my job here is done\n[03:09.55] Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow\n[03:13.10] Cash money, young money mottos still fuck a hoe\n[03:15.88] Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close\n[03:19.46] Bodies drop when the shotty pop, they'll probably make your body rock\n[03:23.08] Lean with it, lean with it, lean with it and snap your fingers\n[03:29.44] Make ya lean with it, make ya lean with it\n[03:32.18] Make 'em lean with it now play the hook\n[03:36.62] I, I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n[03:40.25] Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n[03:43.86] K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n[03:45.61] K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n[03:49.25] I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n[03:52.95] I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n[03:56.53] Lets stab 'em in they chest\n[03:58.38] And show 'em that we shoot and boom get shot\n[04:01.04] Stab 'em in they chest and keep my motherfuckin boom\n[04:06.89] Get shot bitch\n[04:09.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ridin' Wit The Ak\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Ultimate Hip Hop (Lil Wayne Collection)\n duration_ms: 251000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I, I, I, I be on that on that all night\n start_ms: 0\n end_ms: 2730\n- text: Man, I be on that all day\n start_ms: 2730\n end_ms: 4310\n- text: Straight up boy if you want me\n start_ms: 4310\n end_ms: 6110\n- text: I'll be ridin' with that K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K\n start_ms: 6110\n end_ms: 13380\n- text: Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil' Wayne\n start_ms: 13380\n end_ms: 17000\n- text: Let me use your throw away 'cause niggas out here playin' man\n start_ms: 17000\n end_ms: 20650\n- text: They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it\n start_ms: 20650\n end_ms: 24250\n- text: Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets\n start_ms: 24250\n end_ms: 27850\n- text: I'm from the crescent city moving nothing less than fifty\n start_ms: 27850\n end_ms: 30550\n- text: That's more shells than you'll find in the seat\n start_ms: 30550\n end_ms: 34180\n- text: And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G\n start_ms: 34180\n end_ms: 36820\n- text: I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme\n start_ms: 36820\n end_ms: 40520\n- text: Excuse my flossin' dawg, I'm still known to tote a snub\n start_ms: 40520\n end_ms: 45030\n- text: Niggas thought I lost all my blikas in that Katrina flood\n start_ms: 45030\n end_ms: 47780\n- text: I still got big you mac eleven from ninty seven\n start_ms: 47780\n end_ms: 51330\n- text: Sometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them\n start_ms: 51330\n end_ms: 54000\n- text: I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 54000\n end_ms: 57620\n- text: I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 57620\n end_ms: 61230\n- text: I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 61230\n end_ms: 64880\n- text: I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 64880\n end_ms: 67670\n- text: I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n start_ms: 67670\n end_ms: 72150\n- text: Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n start_ms: 72150\n end_ms: 74890\n- text: K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n start_ms: 74890\n end_ms: 78430\n- text: K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? 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K uh\n start_ms: 152580\n end_ms: 156150\n- text: I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 156150\n end_ms: 158840\n- text: I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 158840\n end_ms: 161500\n- text: Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell see dawg\n start_ms: 161500\n end_ms: 166090\n- text: Grab this AK off my back or there's gonna be blood all on them dawg\n start_ms: 166090\n end_ms: 168720\n- text: Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop, it on in give a nigga that shit\n start_ms: 168720\n end_ms: 172380\n- text: Pull it right over and park your whip\n start_ms: 172380\n end_ms: 174250\n- text: Everybody gone run when the trunk gone lift\n start_ms: 174250\n end_ms: 176020\n- text: Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun\n start_ms: 176020\n end_ms: 179610\n- text: When the po po come\n start_ms: 179610\n end_ms: 181420\n- text: The nigga that talk ain't talking 'bout nothing\n start_ms: 181420\n end_ms: 182390\n- text: I'm a rude boy I murder for fun\n start_ms: 182390\n end_ms: 183270\n- text: I'm hot bitch, worse than the sun\n start_ms: 183270\n end_ms: 184150\n- text: I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one\n start_ms: 184150\n end_ms: 185940\n- text: I'm the God just looking for a nun\n start_ms: 185940\n end_ms: 187710\n- text: I'm the president, my job here is done\n start_ms: 187710\n end_ms: 189550\n- text: Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow\n start_ms: 189550\n end_ms: 193100\n- text: Cash money, young money mottos still fuck a hoe\n start_ms: 193100\n end_ms: 195880\n- text: Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close\n start_ms: 195880\n end_ms: 199460\n- text: Bodies drop when the shotty pop, they'll probably make your body rock\n start_ms: 199460\n end_ms: 203080\n- text: Lean with it, lean with it, lean with it and snap your fingers\n start_ms: 203080\n end_ms: 209440\n- text: Make ya lean with it, make ya lean with it\n start_ms: 209440\n end_ms: 212180\n- text: Make 'em lean with it now play the hook\n start_ms: 212180\n end_ms: 216620\n- text: I, I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n start_ms: 216620\n end_ms: 220250\n- text: Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n start_ms: 220250\n end_ms: 223860\n- text: K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n start_ms: 223860\n end_ms: 225610\n- text: K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n start_ms: 225610\n end_ms: 229250\n- text: I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 229250\n end_ms: 232950\n- text: I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n start_ms: 232950\n end_ms: 236530\n- text: Lets stab 'em in they chest\n start_ms: 236530\n end_ms: 238380\n- text: And show 'em that we shoot and boom get shot\n start_ms: 238380\n end_ms: 241040\n- text: Stab 'em in they chest and keep my motherfuckin boom\n start_ms: 241040\n end_ms: 246890\n- text: Get shot bitch\n start_ms: 246890\n end_ms: 249820\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249820\nplain: |-\n I, I, I, I be on that on that all night\n Man, I be on that all day\n Straight up boy if you want me\n I'll be ridin' with that K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K\n\n Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil' Wayne\n Let me use your throw away 'cause niggas out here playin' man\n They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it\n Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets\n\n I'm from the crescent city moving nothing less than fifty\n That's more shells than you'll find in the seat\n And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G\n I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme\n\n Excuse my flossin' dawg, I'm still known to tote a snub\n Niggas thought I lost all my blikas in that Katrina flood\n I still got big you mac eleven from ninty seven\n Sometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them\n\n I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n\n I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n\n Chevy's ridin', swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow\n Mack man young money mottos still fuck a hoe\n Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close\n Bodies drop when the shotty pop, they'll probably make your body rock\n\n Body rock, yep nigga lean with it rock with it\n Thang that make you lean I be seen round the clock with it\n See I don't stop with it hustle for that new money\n Smellin' like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin'\n\n See, I just recruit somethin' that help me move it every day\n More workers than Mary K vibin' to that Mary J\n I'm off the chain like three slaves, bitch I'm bout my chips\n I'm Mac Maine bitch, I'm on that gangster shit\n\n I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n I be on that gangster shit, straight up on that gangster shit\n I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster shit\n\n I, I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n\n Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell see dawg\n Grab this AK off my back or there's gonna be blood all on them dawg\n Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop, it on in give a nigga that shit\n Pull it right over and park your whip\n Everybody gone run when the trunk gone lift\n\n Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun\n When the po po come\n The nigga that talk ain't talking 'bout nothing\n I'm a rude boy I murder for fun\n\n I'm hot bitch, worse than the sun\n I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one\n I'm the God just looking for a nun\n I'm the president, my job here is done\n\n Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow\n Cash money, young money mottos still fuck a hoe\n Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close\n Bodies drop when the shotty pop, they'll probably make your body rock\n\n Lean with it, lean with it, lean with it and snap your fingers\n Make ya lean with it, make ya lean with it\n Make 'em lean with it now play the hook\n\n I, I, I, I, I be on that on that all night, man I be on that all day\n Straight up boy if you want me, I'll be ridin with that\n K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n K who want it? K who want it? K who want it? K uh\n I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit\n\n Lets stab 'em in they chest\n And show 'em that we shoot and boom get shot\n Stab 'em in they chest and keep my motherfuckin boom\n Get shot bitch\n"},{"id":29945157,"name":"Sticky (feat. GloRilla, Sexyy Red & Lil Wayne)","trackName":"Sticky (feat. GloRilla, Sexyy Red & Lil Wayne)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Hip Hop Hits [Deezer]","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Poppin that shit get you hit quick fast (mink, mink, mink)\nniggas poppin off and niggas steppin on the gas\npop that shit like I'm poppin some gum\nWho the fuck you talkin to ho? I ain't the one\n\nIt's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky (ooh)\nBitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\nBro, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\nBitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n\nSee I'm a Westside nigga from the zone (what's goin' on, nigga?)\nKnock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at the door\nI keep them mink minks on hip cause I keloid my fists (mm)\ngive a fuck bout pronouns I'm that nigga and that bitch\n\nIt's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\nBitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\nBro, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\nIt's gettin, sing that shit, sticky, sticky, sticky, bitch\n\nlit ass bitch stepping i be popping shit\nfly as fuck niggas want that motion i be in the cut\nsneaky link she say that's her nigga I don't give a fuck\nthese bitches tryna scrap, but I'm knuckin if you buckin ho\n\nIt's gettin sticky (yup, yeah)\nIt's gettin sticky (bitch, where they at?)\nIt's gettin sticky (bitch)\nIt's gettin sticky (yeah)\n\nbitch, let it be niggas say I ain't that guy they must be smoking ketamine\nAlways talkin 'bout potential Bitch I am the better me\njack of all trades Name a nigga who ahead of me\nMust be God instead of me\n\nBitch, it's gettin sticky\nYeah, it's gettin sticky (yo, where they at?)\nIt's gettin sticky (weird-ass nigga)\nBitch, it's gettin sticky (it's Sexyy, yeah)\n\nSexyy in this bitch Tyler in this bitch We turnt as fuck (Northside)\nBitches mad, but can't beat my ass Ho line it up (yeah)\nI don't fight for my respect Bitch I fight for dick (keep your fuckin' kids off the street)\nFah fah fah fah Baby girl I'm finna rock your shit\n\nIt's gettin sticky (fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\nIt's gettin sticky (nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\nIt's gettin sticky (nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\nIt's gettin sticky (fuck that trick, I'ma)\nIt's gettin sticky in this bitch\n\nSticky situation\nDiscombobulation\nCaught me red-handed, palms itchin like rosacea\nStandin like ovation on business occupation\nDrippin condensation, gotta whisper conversations\n\nIt's gettin sticky (Tunechi)\nIt's gettin sticky (it's gettin sticky in this bitch)\nIt's gettin sticky (Chromakopia, Chromakopia)\nIt's gettin sticky (Chroma-), grab that mop, grab that mop, I got somethin, bitch (mm, grab that)\n\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (mm)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (roof-roof-roof)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (yeah, that dog-tooth)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch\n\nBitch, I'm outside wit' it (mm, uh) Tell them niggas I did it\nAllergies to bum niggas I see you, my eye's itchin\nthis shit regular, regular All that shit be regular\nAhead of ya, I'm better, baby Check the vehicle\n\nLaFerrari (mhm), niggas sour (mhm)\nI can fit ten-hundred thousand in these trousers (mhm)\nbuddy pillowtalkin \"stay away from Konma\" (mhm)\nA homewrecker I be fuckin who I wanna (mhm)\n\nOkay, big dick nigga, big stompin through your town\nAll the bi bitches know the fuck is goin down\nThat's a bet, skip the sex Ride my face, break my neck\nFuck now mood swingin like...\nfuck that aimin bout?\n\nHittin everything thats in my way, fuck what they talkin bout\nI be gettin off like holiday, man (uh, woo) Pull some paper out\nFuck comparing bank accounts (uh)\nLouis V say my name We ain't worth the same amount, boy\n\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh, sticky)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\nBetter find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch\n\ngettin sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky (oh, no, no, no)\nSticky","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.54] Poppin that shit get you hit quick fast (mink, mink, mink)\n[00:15.44] niggas poppin off and niggas steppin on the gas\n[00:18.35] pop that shit like I'm poppin some gum\n[00:21.08] Who the fuck you talkin to ho? I ain't the one\n[00:23.94] It's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky (ooh)\n[00:26.71] Bitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n[00:29.67] Bro, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n[00:32.62] Bitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n[00:35.83] See I'm a Westside nigga from the zone (what's goin' on, nigga?)\n[00:38.74] Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at the door\n[00:41.76] I keep them mink minks on hip cause I keloid my fists (mm)\n[00:45.17] give a fuck bout pronouns I'm that nigga and that bitch\n[00:47.99] It's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n[00:50.58] Bitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n[00:53.62] Bro, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n[00:56.92] It's gettin, sing that shit, sticky, sticky, sticky, bitch\n[01:01.18] lit ass bitch stepping i be popping shit\n[01:03.28] fly as fuck niggas want that motion i be in the cut\n[01:06.01] sneaky link she say that's her nigga I don't give a fuck\n[01:09.00] these bitches tryna scrap, but I'm knuckin if you buckin ho\n[01:11.97] It's gettin sticky (yup, yeah)\n[01:14.83] It's gettin sticky (bitch, where they at?)\n[01:17.86] It's gettin sticky (bitch)\n[01:20.82] It's gettin sticky (yeah)\n[01:23.95] bitch, let it be niggas say I ain't that guy they must be smoking ketamine\n[01:28.05] Always talkin 'bout potential Bitch I am the better me\n[01:31.08] jack of all trades Name a nigga who ahead of me\n[01:34.07] Must be God instead of me\n[01:35.56] Bitch, it's gettin sticky\n[01:38.57] Yeah, it's gettin sticky (yo, where they at?)\n[01:41.76] It's gettin sticky (weird-ass nigga)\n[01:44.22] Bitch, it's gettin sticky (it's Sexyy, yeah)\n[01:48.11] Sexyy in this bitch Tyler in this bitch We turnt as fuck (Northside)\n[01:51.25] Bitches mad, but can't beat my ass Ho line it up (yeah)\n[01:54.74] I don't fight for my respect Bitch I fight for dick (keep your fuckin' kids off the street)\n[01:57.28] Fah fah fah fah Baby girl I'm finna rock your shit\n[01:59.65] It's gettin sticky (fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\n[02:02.69] It's gettin sticky (nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\n[02:05.62] It's gettin sticky (nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\n[02:08.68] It's gettin sticky (fuck that trick, I'ma)\n[02:10.14] It's gettin sticky in this bitch\n[02:12.08] Sticky situation\n[02:13.65] Discombobulation\n[02:15.14] Caught me red-handed, palms itchin like rosacea\n[02:18.17] Standin like ovation on business occupation\n[02:21.17] Drippin condensation, gotta whisper conversations\n[02:23.55] It's gettin sticky (Tunechi)\n[02:26.66] It's gettin sticky (it's gettin sticky in this bitch)\n[02:29.66] It's gettin sticky (Chromakopia, Chromakopia)\n[02:32.35] It's gettin sticky (Chroma-), grab that mop, grab that mop, I got somethin, bitch (mm, grab that)\n[02:36.16] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (mm)\n[02:39.22] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (roof-roof-roof)\n[02:42.49] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (yeah, that dog-tooth)\n[02:45.63] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch\n[02:47.85] Bitch, I'm outside wit' it (mm, uh) Tell them niggas I did it\n[02:50.84] Allergies to bum niggas I see you, my eye's itchin\n[02:54.18] this shit regular, regular All that shit be regular\n[02:57.73] Ahead of ya, I'm better, baby Check the vehicle\n[03:00.62] LaFerrari (mhm), niggas sour (mhm)\n[03:03.74] I can fit ten-hundred thousand in these trousers (mhm)\n[03:06.80] buddy pillowtalkin \"stay away from Konma\" (mhm)\n[03:09.88] A homewrecker I be fuckin who I wanna (mhm)\n[03:12.67] Okay, big dick nigga, big stompin through your town\n[03:16.62] All the bi bitches know the fuck is goin down\n[03:19.23] That's a bet, skip the sex Ride my face, break my neck\n[03:22.32] Fuck now mood swingin like...\n[03:25.51] fuck that aimin bout?\n[03:26.89] Hittin everything thats in my way, fuck what they talkin bout\n[03:29.81] I be gettin off like holiday, man (uh, woo) Pull some paper out\n[03:33.03] Fuck comparing bank accounts (uh)\n[03:34.67] Louis V say my name We ain't worth the same amount, boy\n[03:38.45] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n[03:41.52] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh, sticky)\n[03:44.72] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n[03:47.78] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n[03:50.79] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n[03:54.00] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)\n[03:57.13] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n[04:00.16] Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch\n[04:02.96] gettin sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky (oh, no, no, no)\n[04:10.39] Sticky\n[04:14.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sticky (feat. 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I ain't the one\n\n It's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky (ooh)\n Bitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n Bro, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n Bitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n\n See I'm a Westside nigga from the zone (what's goin' on, nigga?)\n Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at the door\n I keep them mink minks on hip cause I keloid my fists (mm)\n give a fuck bout pronouns I'm that nigga and that bitch\n\n It's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n Bitch, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n Bro, it's gettin sticky, sticky, sticky\n It's gettin, sing that shit, sticky, sticky, sticky, bitch\n\n lit ass bitch stepping i be popping shit\n fly as fuck niggas want that motion i be in the cut\n sneaky link she say that's her nigga I don't give a fuck\n these bitches tryna scrap, but I'm knuckin if you buckin ho\n\n It's gettin sticky (yup, yeah)\n It's gettin sticky (bitch, where they at?)\n It's gettin sticky (bitch)\n It's gettin sticky (yeah)\n\n bitch, let it be niggas say I ain't that guy they must be smoking ketamine\n Always talkin 'bout potential Bitch I am the better me\n jack of all trades Name a nigga who ahead of me\n Must be God instead of me\n\n Bitch, it's gettin sticky\n Yeah, it's gettin sticky (yo, where they at?)\n It's gettin sticky (weird-ass nigga)\n Bitch, it's gettin sticky (it's Sexyy, yeah)\n\n Sexyy in this bitch Tyler in this bitch We turnt as fuck (Northside)\n Bitches mad, but can't beat my ass Ho line it up (yeah)\n I don't fight for my respect Bitch I fight for dick (keep your fuckin' kids off the street)\n Fah fah fah fah Baby girl I'm finna rock your shit\n\n It's gettin sticky (fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\n It's gettin sticky (nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\n It's gettin sticky (nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)\n It's gettin sticky (fuck that trick, I'ma)\n It's gettin sticky in this bitch\n\n Sticky situation\n Discombobulation\n Caught me red-handed, palms itchin like rosacea\n Standin like ovation on business occupation\n Drippin condensation, gotta whisper conversations\n\n It's gettin sticky (Tunechi)\n It's gettin sticky (it's gettin sticky in this bitch)\n It's gettin sticky (Chromakopia, Chromakopia)\n It's gettin sticky (Chroma-), grab that mop, grab that mop, I got somethin, bitch (mm, grab that)\n\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (mm)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (roof-roof-roof)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (yeah, that dog-tooth)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch\n\n Bitch, I'm outside wit' it (mm, uh) Tell them niggas I did it\n Allergies to bum niggas I see you, my eye's itchin\n this shit regular, regular All that shit be regular\n Ahead of ya, I'm better, baby Check the vehicle\n\n LaFerrari (mhm), niggas sour (mhm)\n I can fit ten-hundred thousand in these trousers (mhm)\n buddy pillowtalkin \"stay away from Konma\" (mhm)\n A homewrecker I be fuckin who I wanna (mhm)\n\n Okay, big dick nigga, big stompin through your town\n All the bi bitches know the fuck is goin down\n That's a bet, skip the sex Ride my face, break my neck\n Fuck now mood swingin like...\n fuck that aimin bout?\n\n Hittin everything thats in my way, fuck what they talkin bout\n I be gettin off like holiday, man (uh, woo) Pull some paper out\n Fuck comparing bank accounts (uh)\n Louis V say my name We ain't worth the same amount, boy\n\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh, sticky)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch (oh)\n Better find a mop, it's gettin sticky in this bitch\n\n gettin sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky (oh, no, no, no)\n Sticky\n"},{"id":21663473,"name":"Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle","trackName":"Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle","artistName":"Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana","albumName":"Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne","duration":149.016,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, dipset, weezy holla at me\n\nWelcome to the concrete jungle\nGot snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles\nAnd they all tryin' to cause me trouble\nGot the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle\n\nAight, aight, hold up, drummer\nWhere you get that shit form nigga\nMan, that's exclusive\nRun that, they fuck back, aight\n\nWelcome to the concrete jungle\nGot snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles\nAnd they all tryin' to cause me trouble\nGot the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle\n\nBack up off me shorty, if not, surely\nThat piece'll come off me shortly\nMy hood breed ganstaz boy\nYou wanna be down\nLet's see now, no thank you, boy\n\nMy niggaz'll fish fillet you, boy\nThan go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy\nYa son is just no longer a paper boy\nHe's front page on the paper boy, read about it\n\nExtra, extra read about it\nBut we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it\nAnd can't nobody do a thing about it?\n'Cuz they'll be in the same boat, literally the same road\n\nFloatin' across the same sea\nThrough the same water, don't fuck wit them same G's\nDon't fuck wit that man, please\nDon't fuck wit his money, don't fuck wit his gang breed\n\nAim squeeze, Wayne be on the back street\nShotty on the back seat, fuck 'em if you ask me\nMake 'em look but them niggaz can't look past me\nPast the weed to the next nigga, that's me\n\nLet's see P E N C A M G\n21 inches and I got them bitches skindy\nTemp me and any thing can happen, I ain't rapper\nI ain't shootin' at you, soldiers, bitch, I'm goin' for the captin'\nI ain't shootin' at yo' shoulders, bitch, I'm goin' for ya cap\n\nAnd I won't stop cappin' to yo' wings, start flappin'\nAnd you, you're just angel in the streets full of gangtas\nAnd me I'm from the home where murder make ya famous\nAnd I think, I'm 'bout 2 get that trech off the hanger\nAnd the mask out the door but I'll neva have to bang\n\nI'm a straight playa, if you love her, don't bring her\nI'll tell her lil' shit like I can make her ass a singer\nAnd she believe that we back at the crib\nShe like, how it shoot if it's plastic fo' real\nI'm like fall back, ma, ya ass can get chilled\n\nThen she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill\nI smoke Beverly hills what eva that kills\nAnd leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel, yeah\nStep and I will step in ya grill, yeah\nAnd leave a nigga wit that heavenly, field","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle\n artist: Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana\n album: 'Ultimate Hip Hop: Lil Wayne'\n duration_ms: 149016\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey, dipset, weezy holla at me\n\n Welcome to the concrete jungle\n Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles\n And they all tryin' to cause me trouble\n Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle\n\n Aight, aight, hold up, drummer\n Where you get that shit form nigga\n Man, that's exclusive\n Run that, they fuck back, aight\n\n Welcome to the concrete jungle\n Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles\n And they all tryin' to cause me trouble\n Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle\n\n Back up off me shorty, if not, surely\n That piece'll come off me shortly\n My hood breed ganstaz boy\n You wanna be down\n Let's see now, no thank you, boy\n\n My niggaz'll fish fillet you, boy\n Than go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy\n Ya son is just no longer a paper boy\n He's front page on the paper boy, read about it\n\n Extra, extra read about it\n But we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it\n And can't nobody do a thing about it?\n 'Cuz they'll be in the same boat, literally the same road\n\n Floatin' across the same sea\n Through the same water, don't fuck wit them same G's\n Don't fuck wit that man, please\n Don't fuck wit his money, don't fuck wit his gang breed\n\n Aim squeeze, Wayne be on the back street\n Shotty on the back seat, fuck 'em if you ask me\n Make 'em look but them niggaz can't look past me\n Past the weed to the next nigga, that's me\n\n Let's see P E N C A M G\n 21 inches and I got them bitches skindy\n Temp me and any thing can happen, I ain't rapper\n I ain't shootin' at you, soldiers, bitch, I'm goin' for the captin'\n I ain't shootin' at yo' shoulders, bitch, I'm goin' for ya cap\n\n And I won't stop cappin' to yo' wings, start flappin'\n And you, you're just angel in the streets full of gangtas\n And me I'm from the home where murder make ya famous\n And I think, I'm 'bout 2 get that trech off the hanger\n And the mask out the door but I'll neva have to bang\n\n I'm a straight playa, if you love her, don't bring her\n I'll tell her lil' shit like I can make her ass a singer\n And she believe that we back at the crib\n She like, how it shoot if it's plastic fo' real\n I'm like fall back, ma, ya ass can get chilled\n\n Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill\n I smoke Beverly hills what eva that kills\n And leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel, yeah\n Step and I will step in ya grill, yeah\n And leave a nigga wit that heavenly, field\n"}]