[{"id":7102485,"name":"bamboo","trackName":"bamboo","artistName":"P-LO","albumName":"PRIME","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lord Jesus, I don't wanna die\nLee, help me, man\nDon't worry, Chinese bamboo is very strong\nP-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back\n\nHot boy like the soup, call me Campbell's\nToo lit like my mama was a candle\nEvery time I hit hard like bamboo\nBack, back give me space, you a random\nTwo girls that's a tandem\nOr a two piece\nAnd my foot up on the gas, I can't lose speed\nAnd I'm tied with the real, yeah I'm shoe strings\nGot a bad lil' bitch, she gon' do things\nAnd I'm all about the bread, I'ma get the loaf\nHit up JR when I'm done, we gon' get some mo'\nI'ma take her where I ain't never been before\nYou can bet it\nI just want the cash for the credit\nCame from not trusting a hoe and how it go\nAnd they don't really live like how they live like in their posts\nAnd I'm all about the paper, the paper, just take a note\nI don't do the most, but I still make a note, aye\n\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\nStill middle fingers to the ones that's hatin'\nQuarterbackin' with the Bucs like I'm Jameis\nWhen she wanna go dumb, she gon' play this\nGo ahead and fuck shit up\nShe wanna come with us, uh\nAnd that's the right move, right move\nGotta thing out in Paris by the Eiffel\nAye, crazy when you wash up they get spiteful\nAye, I like when my bills' color light blue\nUh, call it Tar Heel money\nI can get no one above me\nChris Brown how I run it where I'm from go the dumbest\nI know the Bay for it\nYou need the sauce, gotta come to the Bay for it\nUh, I'm a young west-sider\nKnow they want me dead and gone\nI'ma get mine first\nGold chain sittin' on my shirt\nI don't ever take L's, make 'em lessons I learn, aye\n\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: bamboo\n  artist: P-LO\n  album: PRIME\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Lord Jesus, I don't wanna die\n  Lee, help me, man\n  Don't worry, Chinese bamboo is very strong\n  P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back\n\n  Hot boy like the soup, call me Campbell's\n  Too lit like my mama was a candle\n  Every time I hit hard like bamboo\n  Back, back give me space, you a random\n  Two girls that's a tandem\n  Or a two piece\n  And my foot up on the gas, I can't lose speed\n  And I'm tied with the real, yeah I'm shoe strings\n  Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' do things\n  And I'm all about the bread, I'ma get the loaf\n  Hit up JR when I'm done, we gon' get some mo'\n  I'ma take her where I ain't never been before\n  You can bet it\n  I just want the cash for the credit\n  Came from not trusting a hoe and how it go\n  And they don't really live like how they live like in their posts\n  And I'm all about the paper, the paper, just take a note\n  I don't do the most, but I still make a note, aye\n\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\n  Still middle fingers to the ones that's hatin'\n  Quarterbackin' with the Bucs like I'm Jameis\n  When she wanna go dumb, she gon' play this\n  Go ahead and fuck shit up\n  She wanna come with us, uh\n  And that's the right move, right move\n  Gotta thing out in Paris by the Eiffel\n  Aye, crazy when you wash up they get spiteful\n  Aye, I like when my bills' color light blue\n  Uh, call it Tar Heel money\n  I can get no one above me\n  Chris Brown how I run it where I'm from go the dumbest\n  I know the Bay for it\n  You need the sauce, gotta come to the Bay for it\n  Uh, I'm a young west-sider\n  Know they want me dead and gone\n  I'ma get mine first\n  Gold chain sittin' on my shirt\n  I don't ever take L's, make 'em lessons I learn, aye\n\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n"},{"id":11094847,"name":"bamboo","trackName":"bamboo","artistName":"P‐Lo","albumName":"PRIME","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lord Jesus, I don't wanna die\nLee, help me, man\nDon't worry, Chinese bamboo is very strong\nP-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back\n\nHot boy like the soup, call me Campbell's\nToo lit like my mama was a candle\nEvery time I hit hard like bamboo\nBack, back give me space, you a random\nTwo girls that's a tandem\nOr a two piece\nAnd my foot up on the gas, I can't lose speed\nAnd I'm tied with the real, yeah I'm shoe strings\nGot a bad lil' bitch, she gon' do things\nAnd I'm all about the bread, I'ma get the loaf\nHit up JR when I'm done, we gon' get some mo'\nI'ma take her where I ain't never been before\nYou can bet it\nI just want the cash for the credit\nCame from not trusting a hoe and how it go\nAnd they don't really live like how they live like in their posts\nAnd I'm all about the paper, the paper, just take a note\nI don't do the most, but I still make a note, aye\n\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\nStill middle fingers to the ones that's hatin'\nQuarterbackin' with the Bucs like I'm Jameis\nWhen she wanna go dumb, she gon' play this\nGo ahead and fuck shit up\nShe wanna come with us, uh\nAnd that's the right move, right move\nGotta thing out in Paris by the Eiffel\nAye, crazy when you wash up they get spiteful\nAye, I like when my bills' color light blue\nUh, call it Tar Heel money\nI can get no one above me\nChris Brown how I run it where I'm from go the dumbest\nI know the Bay for it\nYou need the sauce, gotta come to the Bay for it\nUh, I'm a young west-sider\nKnow they want me dead and gone\nI'ma get mine first\nGold chain sittin' on my shirt\nI don't ever take L's, make 'em lessons I learn, aye\n\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDon't know how you got here in the first place\nDo it for a real one like it's my birthday\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't quit\nDo it, do it\nDon't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't\nDon't, don't\nDon't\nDon't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: bamboo\n  artist: P‐Lo\n  album: PRIME\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Lord Jesus, I don't wanna die\n  Lee, help me, man\n  Don't worry, Chinese bamboo is very strong\n  P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back\n\n  Hot boy like the soup, call me Campbell's\n  Too lit like my mama was a candle\n  Every time I hit hard like bamboo\n  Back, back give me space, you a random\n  Two girls that's a tandem\n  Or a two piece\n  And my foot up on the gas, I can't lose speed\n  And I'm tied with the real, yeah I'm shoe strings\n  Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' do things\n  And I'm all about the bread, I'ma get the loaf\n  Hit up JR when I'm done, we gon' get some mo'\n  I'ma take her where I ain't never been before\n  You can bet it\n  I just want the cash for the credit\n  Came from not trusting a hoe and how it go\n  And they don't really live like how they live like in their posts\n  And I'm all about the paper, the paper, just take a note\n  I don't do the most, but I still make a note, aye\n\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\n  Still middle fingers to the ones that's hatin'\n  Quarterbackin' with the Bucs like I'm Jameis\n  When she wanna go dumb, she gon' play this\n  Go ahead and fuck shit up\n  She wanna come with us, uh\n  And that's the right move, right move\n  Gotta thing out in Paris by the Eiffel\n  Aye, crazy when you wash up they get spiteful\n  Aye, I like when my bills' color light blue\n  Uh, call it Tar Heel money\n  I can get no one above me\n  Chris Brown how I run it where I'm from go the dumbest\n  I know the Bay for it\n  You need the sauce, gotta come to the Bay for it\n  Uh, I'm a young west-sider\n  Know they want me dead and gone\n  I'ma get mine first\n  Gold chain sittin' on my shirt\n  I don't ever take L's, make 'em lessons I learn, aye\n\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Don't know how you got here in the first place\n  Do it for a real one like it's my birthday\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit\n  Do it, do it\n  Don't stop, don't quit, don't, don't\n\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n  Don't, don't\n  Don't\n  Don't\n"}]