[{"id":25946360,"name":"Quarantine (Take Your Breathe Away)","trackName":"Quarantine (Take Your Breathe Away)","artistName":"Max B/Hollywood Fergie","albumName":"Library of a Legend, Vol. 20","duration":379.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, fuck with your boy\nMax Biggavel\nDame Grease\nHollywood Ferg\nFuck with your boy, oww\n\nWon't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\nHe pull up them sixes too\nWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\nIn the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\nAll my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\nGang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\nWhen you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\nNiggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\nI'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\nPardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww\n\nI need that young and tender fun, I surrender for some rum\nThat a, that a get that dough, I could bet I hit that ho\nTell her daddy that she love me, because she ate my dick\nLeave you wet like a tomato, bullets spin you like tornado\nKnow that boy he got that label, nigga don't fuck with gang green\nHit you with that drank shit, get your career ended\nNigga I feel offended, best to watch yo' mouth\nWhen you speakin' to the chief, leave you leakin' in the street\nCatch you cheatin' that's yo' feet, off of them they go\nLeave you awful, layin' in broke, they done alternate that coke\nI'm a hit them when they close they eyes\nShit they don't know my disguise\nHide yo' prize, every dime I count was mines, oww, oww\n\nWon't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\nHe pull up them sixes too\nWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\nIn the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\nAll my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\nGang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\nWhen you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\nNiggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\nI'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\nPardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww\n\nFrom foster home to foster home, facin' DCF\nYoung bird, kicked to the curb and forced to leave the nest\nAlways knew that I would be blessed, like an angel in the flesh\nI get high, ready to die, you can see it in my eyes\nWas it for rap I'd probably be dead\nWas it for coke I'd probably be broke\nWas it for Bush I'd probably be rich\nFuck you think taxin' all them bricks?\nAlways had dreams I'd cop that six\nLong as these fiends gon' need that fix\nI'll be there like the Jackson 5, stay on point like eye to eye\nCheck Maxie for them pies, he gon' front me twenty-five\nBring him back, swing the bird, off 'em all for twenty-five\nMiddle man anything that I can, who the fuck you think that I am?\nCop that Aston Martin cash, and I ain't even touch my stash\nHands be itchin' like a rash, tried me, told me stroke it fast\nAre you dumb? She say it right, only Bigg and me, huh\nFuckin' slut, I pull out and bust, all over her butt\nWhy be damned, the way she move I'm bustin' all over my hand\n\nWon't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\nHe pull up them sixes too\nWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\nIn the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\nAll my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\nGang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\nWhen you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\nNiggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\nI'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\nPardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww\n\nI took the streets without no radio, Maxie he's so wavy, yo\nOl' girl she wanted that eighty of blow, had to get her right\nShe said, \"Biggie I feel freaky like this\nPiggy, won't you hop up like a froggie?\"\nBitch I'm 'bout to do you doggie\nThere's no way you could be my shorty\nSee I don't love these hoes, I just touch 'em and I tease 'em\nI'm big pimped and never beat 'em, never\nGet excited when a nigga beat 'em, do 'em like my other bitches mayne\nHe pull up in sixes mayne, he pull up and get ya mayne\nRight when you on that block, plus yo' boss said you can't leave\nCause you got 'em off that rock, tell me when's it all gon' stop?\nAs soon as that flatline scream bleep, no more Aston Martin's\nPut you in that casket pa, took you off that wagon cart\nCouldn't roll with that wave it's a shame\nGot these niggas doin' Broadway plays\nLookin' all shiny from that make-up, got that watch but not from Jacob\nGot that cake, can't wait to go back to Jamaica, oww, oww\n\nWon't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\nHe pull up them sixes too\nWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\nIn the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\nAll my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\nGang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\nWhen you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\nNiggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\nI'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\nPardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Quarantine (Take Your Breathe Away)\n  artist: Max B/Hollywood Fergie\n  album: Library of a Legend, Vol. 20\n  duration_ms: 379560\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, fuck with your boy\n  Max Biggavel\n  Dame Grease\n  Hollywood Ferg\n  Fuck with your boy, oww\n\n  Won't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\n  He pull up them sixes too\n  Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\n  In the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\n  All my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\n  Gang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\n  When you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\n  Niggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\n  I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\n  Pardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww\n\n  I need that young and tender fun, I surrender for some rum\n  That a, that a get that dough, I could bet I hit that ho\n  Tell her daddy that she love me, because she ate my dick\n  Leave you wet like a tomato, bullets spin you like tornado\n  Know that boy he got that label, nigga don't fuck with gang green\n  Hit you with that drank shit, get your career ended\n  Nigga I feel offended, best to watch yo' mouth\n  When you speakin' to the chief, leave you leakin' in the street\n  Catch you cheatin' that's yo' feet, off of them they go\n  Leave you awful, layin' in broke, they done alternate that coke\n  I'm a hit them when they close they eyes\n  Shit they don't know my disguise\n  Hide yo' prize, every dime I count was mines, oww, oww\n\n  Won't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\n  He pull up them sixes too\n  Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\n  In the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\n  All my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\n  Gang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\n  When you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\n  Niggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\n  I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\n  Pardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww\n\n  From foster home to foster home, facin' DCF\n  Young bird, kicked to the curb and forced to leave the nest\n  Always knew that I would be blessed, like an angel in the flesh\n  I get high, ready to die, you can see it in my eyes\n  Was it for rap I'd probably be dead\n  Was it for coke I'd probably be broke\n  Was it for Bush I'd probably be rich\n  Fuck you think taxin' all them bricks?\n  Always had dreams I'd cop that six\n  Long as these fiends gon' need that fix\n  I'll be there like the Jackson 5, stay on point like eye to eye\n  Check Maxie for them pies, he gon' front me twenty-five\n  Bring him back, swing the bird, off 'em all for twenty-five\n  Middle man anything that I can, who the fuck you think that I am?\n  Cop that Aston Martin cash, and I ain't even touch my stash\n  Hands be itchin' like a rash, tried me, told me stroke it fast\n  Are you dumb? She say it right, only Bigg and me, huh\n  Fuckin' slut, I pull out and bust, all over her butt\n  Why be damned, the way she move I'm bustin' all over my hand\n\n  Won't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\n  He pull up them sixes too\n  Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\n  In the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\n  All my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\n  Gang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\n  When you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\n  Niggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\n  I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\n  Pardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww\n\n  I took the streets without no radio, Maxie he's so wavy, yo\n  Ol' girl she wanted that eighty of blow, had to get her right\n  She said, \"Biggie I feel freaky like this\n  Piggy, won't you hop up like a froggie?\"\n  Bitch I'm 'bout to do you doggie\n  There's no way you could be my shorty\n  See I don't love these hoes, I just touch 'em and I tease 'em\n  I'm big pimped and never beat 'em, never\n  Get excited when a nigga beat 'em, do 'em like my other bitches mayne\n  He pull up in sixes mayne, he pull up and get ya mayne\n  Right when you on that block, plus yo' boss said you can't leave\n  Cause you got 'em off that rock, tell me when's it all gon' stop?\n  As soon as that flatline scream bleep, no more Aston Martin's\n  Put you in that casket pa, took you off that wagon cart\n  Couldn't roll with that wave it's a shame\n  Got these niggas doin' Broadway plays\n  Lookin' all shiny from that make-up, got that watch but not from Jacob\n  Got that cake, can't wait to go back to Jamaica, oww, oww\n\n  Won't you hit me for them bitches, duke?\n  He pull up them sixes too\n  Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you\n  In the kitchen booth, get's to chefin' up\n  All my niggas is witchin' up, uh-oh\n  Gang green comin', they catchin' up, set ya up\n  When you think it's nothin', niggas creep up from behind\n  Niggas sneak up from behind, leave you leakin' from that nine\n  I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine\n  Pardon me, take yo' breath away like a robbery, oww, oww\n"}]