[{"id":38544419,"name":"Rm 38-01","trackName":"Rm 38-01","artistName":"Nuk","albumName":"Red Tape 2","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Damjonboi)\n\nI've been workin' on my wrist, I'm doin' splits until she sue me\nIf I find a bitch I like, I buy her Birkins with her booty\nI be hoppin' on the road with duffel bags, I'm Lil Tunechi\nLil' brodie hop in 'Cat and he do donuts like a [?]\nBitch, when I say come take this\nride with ours, I ain't talkin' Ruccis\nPray my plug get his prison break just like John Abruzzi\nSoon as I open up my eyes, I'm seein' who I'm bringin' skizzy to\nYou rappin' on them songs, but you talk 'bout shit I really do\nThese bitches, they gon' need a dictionary by the way we dressin'\nBitch only walked out with a 'fit, but left a book in Webster\nBoy, I don't need no treasure\nHow we makin' stones in the trap, we only need compressors\nMy mama say I'm in some real shit, she see this kind of money\nI ain't talkin' 'bout no Chrysler car when we in town and countries\nBitch, I'll go do my job\nIt was times I couldn't lock the girl, but I ain't lose a dime\nTold them niggas, \"Pull right in they spot\", got forty miles total\nMy fiends say the way I know the snow, they think I'm Al Roker\nBoy, we got a bag just like the Broncos, we go mile high\nI can sell a dog that look like tails, they think I'm Miles' guy\n\nShe know it ain't no replicas, she suck me out my Ethikas\nHe gon' come through speakin' for him, popped the messenger\nI get on my scam shit, I ain't gotta test it first\nJugg five lines, then yell \"clear\" just like a rescuer\nBitch, I can't get blackballed, boy, I'm cold as Jack Frost\nLil' bro ain't slowed down yet, he treylined the Trackhawk\nYou keep hittin' it with ones, if two can't hit, it ain't no fun\nI just trapped a bag that's worth an RM 38-01\n\nI got niggas in St. Louis say they listen to my music\nI ain't never sold no real estate, but sold out double units\nYou don't even know the cost, I can make my shoulder walk\nTryna stay away, but hearin' unc' keep sayin' Omaha\nI got real bag talk, shit on niggas old as me\nI ain't talkin' 'bout no Young Dro when I say \"shoulder lean\"\nBitches be like, \"Ooh, he litty\"\nYou can probably fuck 'bout fifty bitches off the shit we spendin'\nDon't say shit in a bitch but pussy, body waves, and closures\nCan't get rich with a bitch, but pussy fatter than an ogre\nHit a state and do a quick split, I'm like Billy Ocean\nIt's a secret when you move the bag, trap without emotion\n\nShe know it ain't no replicas, she suck me out my Ethikas\nHe gon' come through speakin' for him, popped the messenger\nI get on my scam shit, I ain't gotta test it first\nJugg five lines, then yell \"clear\" just like a rescuer\nBitch, I can't get blackballed, boy, I'm cold as Jack Frost\nLil' bro ain't slowed down yet, he treylined the Trackhawk\nYou keep hittin' it with ones, if two can't hit, it ain't no fun\nI just trapped a bag that's worth an RM 38-01","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rm 38-01\n  artist: Nuk\n  album: Red Tape 2\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Damjonboi)\n\n  I've been workin' on my wrist, I'm doin' splits until she sue me\n  If I find a bitch I like, I buy her Birkins with her booty\n  I be hoppin' on the road with duffel bags, I'm Lil Tunechi\n  Lil' brodie hop in 'Cat and he do donuts like a [?]\n  Bitch, when I say come take this\n  ride with ours, I ain't talkin' Ruccis\n  Pray my plug get his prison break just like John Abruzzi\n  Soon as I open up my eyes, I'm seein' who I'm bringin' skizzy to\n  You rappin' on them songs, but you talk 'bout shit I really do\n  These bitches, they gon' need a dictionary by the way we dressin'\n  Bitch only walked out with a 'fit, but left a book in Webster\n  Boy, I don't need no treasure\n  How we makin' stones in the trap, we only need compressors\n  My mama say I'm in some real shit, she see this kind of money\n  I ain't talkin' 'bout no Chrysler car when we in town and countries\n  Bitch, I'll go do my job\n  It was times I couldn't lock the girl, but I ain't lose a dime\n  Told them niggas, \"Pull right in they spot\", got forty miles total\n  My fiends say the way I know the snow, they think I'm Al Roker\n  Boy, we got a bag just like the Broncos, we go mile high\n  I can sell a dog that look like tails, they think I'm Miles' guy\n\n  She know it ain't no replicas, she suck me out my Ethikas\n  He gon' come through speakin' for him, popped the messenger\n  I get on my scam shit, I ain't gotta test it first\n  Jugg five lines, then yell \"clear\" just like a rescuer\n  Bitch, I can't get blackballed, boy, I'm cold as Jack Frost\n  Lil' bro ain't slowed down yet, he treylined the Trackhawk\n  You keep hittin' it with ones, if two can't hit, it ain't no fun\n  I just trapped a bag that's worth an RM 38-01\n\n  I got niggas in St. Louis say they listen to my music\n  I ain't never sold no real estate, but sold out double units\n  You don't even know the cost, I can make my shoulder walk\n  Tryna stay away, but hearin' unc' keep sayin' Omaha\n  I got real bag talk, shit on niggas old as me\n  I ain't talkin' 'bout no Young Dro when I say \"shoulder lean\"\n  Bitches be like, \"Ooh, he litty\"\n  You can probably fuck 'bout fifty bitches off the shit we spendin'\n  Don't say shit in a bitch but pussy, body waves, and closures\n  Can't get rich with a bitch, but pussy fatter than an ogre\n  Hit a state and do a quick split, I'm like Billy Ocean\n  It's a secret when you move the bag, trap without emotion\n\n  She know it ain't no replicas, she suck me out my Ethikas\n  He gon' come through speakin' for him, popped the messenger\n  I get on my scam shit, I ain't gotta test it first\n  Jugg five lines, then yell \"clear\" just like a rescuer\n  Bitch, I can't get blackballed, boy, I'm cold as Jack Frost\n  Lil' bro ain't slowed down yet, he treylined the Trackhawk\n  You keep hittin' it with ones, if two can't hit, it ain't no fun\n  I just trapped a bag that's worth an RM 38-01\n"}]