[{"id":22184346,"name":"Try Me (Feat. Mack Maine)","trackName":"Try Me (Feat. 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I got fuckin' problems\nBad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom\nOn that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack\nYou gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap\nShoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I \"Pow\" back\nFlip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat\nBitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby\nMade enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses\nTriple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'\nI'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'\nCause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong\nWell if I die then I guess she dead right\nCatch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga\nI catch your pussy ass at a red light\nAnd you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka\nI represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran\nWe kidnap mamas and toddlers\nWe don't give a fuck if their ass adopted\nBrief moment of silence for Chris Wallace\nSoulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'\nAnd Weezy still hot as, tamales\nMy private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless\nI'm so sorry for the wait\nSpread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard\nI'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf\nMy Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?]\nShe a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets\nMy whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team\nIt's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey\nWe Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep\nTry to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step\nPut your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip\nAnd I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip\nThe money runnin' like water, check the cash flow\nMy weed funky like armpits and asshole\nPotato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow\nAnd make sure them kids get everything they ask for\nMy bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac\nAnd her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac\nIt's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'\nCry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in slow motion\nMan I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)\nMan I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)\nTha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\nAnd I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait\nTha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\nAnd I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.43] Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?\n[00:12.26] When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless\n[00:14.26] Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet\n[00:16.21] Mack I'm the Blood Method Man, Redman\n[00:19.20] A scared man a dead man, can I get an amen?\n[00:21.53] You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet\n[00:24.63] \n[00:26.92] Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest\n[00:29.87] Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless\n[00:32.72] Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for\n[00:35.83] If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival\n[00:38.14] I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall\n[00:40.93] Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on\n[00:43.99] Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn\n[00:46.99] I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on\n[00:49.89] And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on\n[00:52.76] Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon\n[00:55.16] Yeah\n[00:56.73] Hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys\n[00:58.74] I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points\n[01:01.14] Menace to society, menace to myself though\n[01:04.12] Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow\n[01:06.77] And you don't want no problem, I'ma problem\n[01:08.68] My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot\n[01:12.01] Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems\n[01:14.94] Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom\n[01:17.40] On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack\n[01:20.88] You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap\n[01:23.76] Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I \"Pow\" back\n[01:26.57] Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat\n[01:29.67] Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby\n[01:32.73] Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses\n[01:34.90] Triple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'\n[01:39.13] I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'\n[01:41.70] Cause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong\n[01:43.62] Well if I die then I guess she dead right\n[01:46.03] Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga\n[01:48.94] I catch your pussy ass at a red light\n[01:51.94] And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka\n[01:54.51] I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran\n[01:57.76] We kidnap mamas and toddlers\n[02:00.18] We don't give a fuck if their ass adopted\n[02:02.96] Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace\n[02:05.99] Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'\n[02:08.87] And Weezy still hot as, tamales\n[02:11.75] My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless\n[02:14.78] I'm so sorry for the wait\n[02:16.64] Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard\n[02:18.12] I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf\n[02:20.92] My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?]\n[02:23.88] She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets\n[02:26.87] My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team\n[02:29.64] It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey\n[02:32.66] We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep\n[02:34.95] Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step\n[02:37.74] Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip\n[02:40.70] And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip\n[02:43.56] The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow\n[02:46.01] My weed funky like armpits and asshole\n[02:48.87] Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow\n[02:51.63] And make sure them kids get everything they ask for\n[02:54.08] My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac\n[02:57.01] And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac\n[02:59.84] It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'\n[03:03.02] Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in slow motion\n[03:05.91] Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)\n[03:08.66] Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)\n[03:11.06] Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\n[03:14.75] And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait\n[03:17.61] Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\n[03:20.57] And I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait\n[03:21.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (Feat. 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end_ms: 103620\n- text: Well if I die then I guess she dead right\n  start_ms: 103620\n  end_ms: 106030\n- text: Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga\n  start_ms: 106030\n  end_ms: 108940\n- text: I catch your pussy ass at a red light\n  start_ms: 108940\n  end_ms: 111940\n- text: And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka\n  start_ms: 111940\n  end_ms: 114510\n- text: I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran\n  start_ms: 114510\n  end_ms: 117760\n- text: We kidnap mamas and toddlers\n  start_ms: 117760\n  end_ms: 120180\n- text: We don't give a fuck if their ass adopted\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 122960\n- text: Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace\n  start_ms: 122960\n  end_ms: 125990\n- text: Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'\n  start_ms: 125990\n  end_ms: 128870\n- text: And Weezy still hot as, tamales\n  start_ms: 128870\n  end_ms: 131750\n- text: My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless\n  start_ms: 131750\n  end_ms: 134780\n- text: I'm so sorry for the wait\n  start_ms: 134780\n  end_ms: 136640\n- text: Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard\n  start_ms: 136640\n  end_ms: 138120\n- text: I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf\n  start_ms: 138120\n  end_ms: 140920\n- text: My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?]\n  start_ms: 140920\n  end_ms: 143880\n- text: She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets\n  start_ms: 143880\n  end_ms: 146870\n- text: My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team\n  start_ms: 146870\n  end_ms: 149640\n- text: It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey\n  start_ms: 149640\n  end_ms: 152660\n- text: We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep\n  start_ms: 152660\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 157740\n- text: Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip\n  start_ms: 157740\n  end_ms: 160700\n- text: And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip\n  start_ms: 160700\n  end_ms: 163560\n- text: The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow\n  start_ms: 163560\n  end_ms: 166010\n- text: My weed funky like armpits and asshole\n  start_ms: 166010\n  end_ms: 168870\n- text: Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow\n  start_ms: 168870\n  end_ms: 171630\n- text: And make sure them kids get everything they ask for\n  start_ms: 171630\n  end_ms: 174080\n- text: My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac\n  start_ms: 174080\n  end_ms: 177010\n- text: And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac\n  start_ms: 177010\n  end_ms: 179840\n- text: It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'\n  start_ms: 179840\n  end_ms: 183020\n- text: Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in slow motion\n  start_ms: 183020\n  end_ms: 185910\n- text: Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)\n  start_ms: 185910\n  end_ms: 188660\n- text: Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)\n  start_ms: 188660\n  end_ms: 191060\n- text: Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\n  start_ms: 191060\n  end_ms: 194750\n- text: And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait\n  start_ms: 194750\n  end_ms: 197610\n- text: Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\n  start_ms: 197610\n  end_ms: 200570\n- text: And I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait\n  start_ms: 200570\n  end_ms: 201930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 201930\nplain: |-\n  Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?\n  When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless\n  Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet\n  Mack I'm the Blood Method Man, Redman\n  A scared man a dead man, can I get an amen?\n  You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet\n  Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest\n  Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless\n  Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for\n  If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival\n  I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall\n  Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on\n  Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn\n  I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on\n  And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on\n  Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon\n  Yeah\n  Hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys\n  I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points\n  Menace to society, menace to myself though\n  Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow\n  And you don't want no problem, I'ma problem\n  My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot\n  Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems\n  Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom\n  On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack\n  You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap\n  Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I \"Pow\" back\n  Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat\n  Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby\n  Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses\n  Triple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'\n  I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'\n  Cause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong\n  Well if I die then I guess she dead right\n  Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga\n  I catch your pussy ass at a red light\n  And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka\n  I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran\n  We kidnap mamas and toddlers\n  We don't give a fuck if their ass adopted\n  Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace\n  Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'\n  And Weezy still hot as, tamales\n  My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless\n  I'm so sorry for the wait\n  Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard\n  I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf\n  My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?]\n  She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets\n  My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team\n  It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey\n  We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep\n  Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step\n  Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip\n  And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip\n  The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow\n  My weed funky like armpits and asshole\n  Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow\n  And make sure them kids get everything they ask for\n  My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac\n  And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac\n  It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'\n  Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in slow motion\n  Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)\n  Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)\n  Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\n  And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait\n  Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late\n  And I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait\n"}]