[{"id":34389199,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil Wayne (Chopped/Screwed)","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Curren$y]\nCurren$y the hot spitter\nFast life, slow slow\nLost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\nBank so easy, niggas you know me\nBitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\nI'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\nI'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\nTold yall before I was an advanced learner\nCops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\nYeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\nFuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\nYeah, I'mma let that heat spray\nRight where you standing that's where you gone lay\nStill play it cool, get off the streets\nCops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\nCause she memorized the script to a tee\nTold them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\nYeah, another victim of a murderer\nGot your family running asking people have they heard of ya\nAll over, putting up posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that with the rock\nTryna land me a spot at the Rock\nIf my city got word of that\nNiggas want me to hook them up with Fox\nI done got young Mal off the block\nNow the haters don't know where he at\nTryna do the same thing for cops\nThat's my young brother, he got shot\nIf a nigga try to jack\nThen we coming back like Hip-Hop\nGot the bullets coming out the pump\nRunning through your stomach back like a Running Back\nI ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\nAR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\nTryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\nYoung Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\nGot them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\nWith they fucking mouths up, south up!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Money Property\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil Wayne (Chopped/Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Curren$y]\n  Curren$y the hot spitter\n  Fast life, slow slow\n  Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":8264346,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"The Dedication","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Curren$y]\nCurren$y the hot spitter\nFast life, slow slow\nLost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\nBank so easy, niggas you know me\nBitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\nI'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\nI'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\nTold yall before I was an advanced learner\nCops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\nYeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\nFuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\nYeah, I'mma let that heat spray\nRight where you standing that's where you gone lay\nStill play it cool, get off the streets\nCops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\nCause she memorized the script to a tee\nTold them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\nYeah, another victim of a murderer\nGot your family running asking people have they heard of ya\nAll over, putting up posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that with the rock\nTryna land me a spot at the Rock\nIf my city got word of that\nNiggas want me to hook them up with Fox\nI done got young Mal off the block\nNow the haters don't know where he at\nTryna do the same thing for cops\nThat's my young brother, he got shot\nIf a nigga try to jack\nThen we coming back like Hip-Hop\nGot the bullets coming out the pump\nRunning through your stomach back like a Running Back\nI ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\nAR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\nTryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\nYoung Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\nGot them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\nWith they fucking mouths up, south up!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Money Property\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: The Dedication\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Curren$y]\n  Curren$y the hot spitter\n  Fast life, slow slow\n  Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":2203276,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Curren$y]\nCurren$y the hot spitter\nFast life, slow slow\nLost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\nBank so easy, niggas you know me\nBitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\nI'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\nI'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\nTold yall before I was an advanced learner\nCops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\nYeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\nFuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\nYeah, I'mma let that heat spray\nRight where you standing that's where you gone lay\nStill play it cool, get off the streets\nCops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\nCause she memorized the script to a tee\nTold them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\nYeah, another victim of a murderer\nGot your family running asking people have they heard of ya\nAll over, putting up posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that with the rock\nTryna land me a spot at the Rock\nIf my city got word of that\nNiggas want me to hook them up with Fox\nI done got young Mal off the block\nNow the haters don't know where he at\nTryna do the same thing for cops\nThat's my young brother, he got shot\nIf a nigga try to jack\nThen we coming back like Hip-Hop\nGot the bullets coming out the pump\nRunning through your stomach back like a Running Back\nI ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\nAR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\nTryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\nYoung Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\nGot them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\nWith they fucking mouths up, south up!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Money Property\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Dedication\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Curren$y]\n  Curren$y the hot spitter\n  Fast life, slow slow\n  Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":17133181,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication Gangsta Grillz","duration":178.285714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Curren$y]\nCurren$y the hot spitter\nFast life, slow slow\nLost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\nBank so easy, niggas you know me\nBitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\nI'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\nI'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\nTold yall before I was an advanced learner\nCops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\nYeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\nFuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\nYeah, I'mma let that heat spray\nRight where you standing that's where you gone lay\nStill play it cool, get off the streets\nCops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\nCause she memorized the script to a tee\nTold them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\nYeah, another victim of a murderer\nGot your family running asking people have they heard of ya\nAll over, putting up posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that with the rock\nTryna land me a spot at the Rock\nIf my city got word of that\nNiggas want me to hook them up with Fox\nI done got young Mal off the block\nNow the haters don't know where he at\nTryna do the same thing for cops\nThat's my young brother, he got shot\nIf a nigga try to jack\nThen we coming back like Hip-Hop\nGot the bullets coming out the pump\nRunning through your stomach back like a Running Back\nI ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\nAR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\nTryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\nYoung Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\nGot them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\nWith they fucking mouths up, south up!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Money Property\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Dedication Gangsta Grillz\n  duration_ms: 178286\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Curren$y]\n  Curren$y the hot spitter\n  Fast life, slow slow\n  Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":22772515,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Lil 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posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the 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harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see 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the house, moms told them I was sleep\nCause she memorized the script to a tee\nTold them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\nYeah, another victim of a murderer\nGot your family running asking people have they heard of ya\nAll over, putting up posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love 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slow\n  Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little 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Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":34667794,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Lil' Wayne","albumName":"Dedication 1","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Curren$y]\nCurren$y the hot spitter\nFast life, slow slow\nLost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\nBank so easy, niggas you know me\nBitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\nI'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\nI'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\nTold yall before I was an advanced learner\nCops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\nYeah, but I 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heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them 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sideways get smacked the fuck up\nI'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\nI'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\nTold yall before I was an advanced learner\nCops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\nYeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\nFuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\nYeah, I'mma let that heat spray\nRight where you standing that's where you gone lay\nStill play it cool, get off the streets\nCops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\nCause she memorized the script to a tee\nTold them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\nYeah, another victim of a murderer\nGot your family running asking people have they heard of ya\nAll over, putting up posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that with the rock\nTryna land me a spot at the Rock\nIf my city got word of that\nNiggas want me to hook them up with Fox\nI done got young Mal off the block\nNow the haters don't know where he at\nTryna do the same thing for cops\nThat's my young brother, he got shot\nIf a nigga try to jack\nThen we coming back like Hip-Hop\nGot the bullets coming out the pump\nRunning through your stomach back like a Running Back\nI ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\nAR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\nTryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, 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came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, 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ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that with the rock\nTryna land me a spot at the Rock\nIf my city got word of that\nNiggas want me to hook them up with Fox\nI done got young Mal off the block\nNow the haters don't know where he at\nTryna do the same thing for cops\nThat's my young brother, he got shot\nIf a nigga try 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Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the 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I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though 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ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":16692179,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Dj Drama & Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication","duration":178.285714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Curren$y]\nCurren$y the hot spitter\nFast life, slow slow\nLost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\nBank so easy, niggas you know me\nBitches talk to sideways get 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these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I 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moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that 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Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":25075575,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"DJ Drama & Lil Wayne","albumName":"Dedication Gangsta 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Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man 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people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas 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most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that 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Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"},{"id":10982517,"name":"Young Money Property","trackName":"Young Money Property","artistName":"Lil Wayne Feat Currency, Boo & Mack Maine","albumName":"Dedication","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Curren$y]\nCurren$y the hot spitter\nFast life, slow slow\nLost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\nBank so easy, niggas you know me\nBitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\nI'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\nI'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\nTold yall before I was an advanced learner\nCops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\nYeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\nFuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\nYeah, I'mma let that heat spray\nRight where you standing that's where you gone lay\nStill play it cool, get off the streets\nCops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\nCause she memorized the script to a tee\nTold them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\nYeah, another victim of a murderer\nGot your family running asking people have they heard of ya\nAll over, putting up posters\nLike you got an album about to drop\nBut there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\nLabel me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\nRatting gang said I fell off the scene\nThough I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\nIt's a shame how I gotta duck shots\nFrom these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\nFuck it, it just make me grind harder\nNow I'm signed to young Carter\nP89 be the answers to the my problem\nPerformance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\nNumber 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\nTalk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\nYoung Money be the circle that I ride fo'\nNigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\nIt ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\nBut I got so much love for the south\nWhere the women be most thick and give great mouth\nAnd love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\nNow let these things ling out\nYM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\nGorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\nIce everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\nEscalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\nType of shit I got since the nigga got paid\nNigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\nStill let a nigga put a dick to they face\nRun up in your crib, put the burner to your face\nLeave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\nBut no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\nTryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\nYo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\nCatch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\nThen it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\nBetter find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\nYoung Money, that's the clan\nMack Maine, I'm the man\nGetting money is the plan\nThe Rugers don't jam\n\nWeezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\nBut I'm better than that with the rock\nTryna land me a spot at the Rock\nIf my city got word of that\nNiggas want me to hook them up with Fox\nI done got young Mal off the block\nNow the haters don't know where he at\nTryna do the same thing for cops\nThat's my young brother, he got shot\nIf a nigga try to jack\nThen we coming back like Hip-Hop\nGot the bullets coming out the pump\nRunning through your stomach back like a Running Back\nI ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\nAR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\nTryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\nYoung Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\nGot them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\nWith they fucking mouths up, south up!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: 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Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city 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Lil' Boo, Curren$y & Mack Maine)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: 'Dedication: Gangsta Grillz'\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Curren$y]\n  Curren$y the hot spitter\n  Fast life, slow slow\n  Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more\n  Bank so easy, niggas you know me\n  Bitches talk to sideways get smacked the fuck up\n  I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup\n  I'd rather keep my dreams in a thermos\n  Told yall before I was an advanced learner\n  Cops tryna send me of the camp like Ernest\n  Yeah, but I ain't walk for that walk\n  Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk\n  Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray\n  Right where you standing that's where you gone lay\n  Still play it cool, get off the streets\n  Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep\n  Cause she memorized the script to a tee\n  Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks\n  Yeah, another victim of a murderer\n  Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya\n  All over, putting up posters\n  Like you got an album about to drop\n  But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket\n  Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah\n  Ratting gang said I fell off the scene\n  Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah\n\n  It's a shame how I gotta duck shots\n  From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops\n  Fuck it, it just make me grind harder\n  Now I'm signed to young Carter\n  P89 be the answers to the my problem\n  Performance get 'em mad, I'm a starter\n  Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6\n  Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips\n  Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'\n  Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes\n  It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago\n  But I got so much love for the south\n  Where the women be most thick and give great mouth\n  And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout\n  Now let these things ling out\n  YM bitch, now it's time to bang out\n\n  Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow\n  Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'\n  Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy\n  Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid\n  Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me\n  Still let a nigga put a dick to they face\n  Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face\n  Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace\n  But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall\n  Tryna make a little broad and get her back to the place\n  Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold\n  Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl\n  Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets\n  Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets\n  Young Money, that's the clan\n  Mack Maine, I'm the man\n  Getting money is the plan\n  The Rugers don't jam\n\n  Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock\n  But I'm better than that with the rock\n  Tryna land me a spot at the Rock\n  If my city got word of that\n  Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox\n  I done got young Mal off the block\n  Now the haters don't know where he at\n  Tryna do the same thing for cops\n  That's my young brother, he got shot\n  If a nigga try to jack\n  Then we coming back like Hip-Hop\n  Got the bullets coming out the pump\n  Running through your stomach back like a Running Back\n  I ain't got the Emit Smith bitch I got the Dorset\n  AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy\n  Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born\n  Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy\n  Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck\n  With they fucking mouths up, south up!\n"}]