[{"id":28820820,"name":"Bread Up","trackName":"Bread Up","artistName":"Pimp C","albumName":"Still Pimping","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n\nSwangin' and bangin' like that nigga ESG\n\nHoes wanna fuck but my dick ain't free\n\nThey can't charge-a me 'cause I ain't to be charged\nJust sellin' dope from Louisiana all the way to Florida\nGot birds and the yay, just left Big Bay\nIn the pen once again, still ridin' with Jay\nPimp and Bun, the cream of the crop\nHit the corner in the 'Lac, let 'em see them blades chop\n\nI used to push rocks on the corner of Jackson\nWent from hoodoos to 'Lacs, from 'Lacs to Lexus\nNow it's Bentley four doors, gettin' fifty for the shows\nBring your bitch around me and I make her get exposed\nBend over, touch your toes, girl, show me what you got\nI'm really tryna see you but you went and shaved your top\n\nWhy in the fuck would you do that, bitch?\nSweet Jones ain't fuckin' with that bald head shit, bitch\n\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n\nI'm B-Slash-D-O, I'm a country ass nigga\nI'm from P-A, Texas, ain't no nigga triller\n\nBlack and yellow stones got me lookin' like a Steeler\nHoppin' out double R, I c-c-kill 'em\n\nMe and my niggas paint the town when we come down\nTwenty-four in the game, stackin' bread, fuck the fame\n\nEvery day a nigga smellin' like new money\nI leave my tags on my clothes and hoes pop 'em for me\nKeep a foreign coupe with candy paint drippin' down\nReady for whatever, FN loaded when we flippin' 'round\nI stay blowin' pine when I count my cash\nI take a hundred dollar bill and wipe it 'cross my ass\n'Cause it's nothin', nigga, I stay stuntin', nigga\nSo if you see me with your bitch, yeah, I'm fuckin', nigga\nI'm a underdog but I stay on top my bread\nAnd keep a pocket full of presidents that's dead\n\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n\nI'm comin' straight up out the city\nOf the coupes with the roof missin'\nThat paper in my vision and gettin' it is my mission\nPerforated leather seats with hand-crafted stitchin'\nOne love for all my partners caught up in the system\nI'm from the great lone star state that's known as Texas\n\nI'm on the grind while you drinkin' coffee and eatin' breakfast\n\nI got my mind on Maserati so I been restless\nMy money long like the inauguration guest list\nThat chopper leave 'em breathless, catchin' boppers, I'm the bestest\nLay my mack down and get up in they walls like asbestos\n\nI bet they didn't think us country boys had cake\nBut down here we grindin' hard, twenty-five, eight\nComin' back from Louisiana on the I-10 West\nI'm on the highway, the fly way, all day, no rest\nYou overthinkin' this shit, it ain't chess\nThe secret to success is grind more and sleep less\nAnd get your bread up\n\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, had our bread up\nDidn't know us country niggas had our bread up\nHad our bread up, had our, 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bread up, had our, had our bread up\n[02:52.49] Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n[02:56.05] Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n[02:58.68] I'm comin' straight up out the city\n[03:00.49] Of the coupes with the roof missin'\n[03:02.65] That paper in my vision and gettin' it is my mission\n[03:05.84] Perforated leather seats with hand-crafted stitchin'\n[03:09.14] One love for all my partners caught up in the system\n[03:12.24] I'm from the great lone star state that's known as Texas\n[03:15.44] I'm on the grind while you drinkin' coffee and eatin' breakfast\n[03:18.78] I got my mind on Maserati so I been restless\n[03:21.84] My money long like the inauguration guest list\n[03:24.61] That chopper leave 'em breathless, catchin' boppers, I'm the bestest\n[03:27.67] Lay my mack down and get up in they walls like asbestos\n[03:31.12] I bet they didn't think us country boys had cake\n[03:34.22] But down here we grindin' hard, twenty-five, eight\n[03:37.24] Comin' back from Louisiana on the I-10 West\n[03:40.36] I'm on the highway, the fly way, all day, no rest\n[03:44.37] You overthinkin' this shit, it ain't chess\n[03:46.89] The secret to success is grind more and sleep less\n[03:49.98] And get your bread up\n[03:50.92] Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n[03:53.62] Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n[03:56.68] Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n[04:00.08] Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n[04:03.00] Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n[04:06.40] Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n[04:09.26] Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n[04:12.93] Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n[04:26.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bread Up\n  artist: Pimp C\n  album: Still Pimping\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n  start_ms: 6450\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Had our bread up, had 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four doors, gettin' fifty for the shows\n  Bring your bitch around me and I make her get exposed\n  Bend over, touch your toes, girl, show me what you got\n  I'm really tryna see you but you went and shaved your top\n\n  Why in the fuck would you do that, bitch?\n  Sweet Jones ain't fuckin' with that bald head shit, bitch\n\n  Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n  Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n  Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n  Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n  Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n  Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n  Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up\n  Had our bread up, had our, had our bread up\n\n  I'm B-Slash-D-O, I'm a country ass nigga\n  I'm from P-A, Texas, ain't no nigga triller\n\n  Black and yellow stones got me lookin' like a Steeler\n  Hoppin' out double R, I c-c-kill 'em\n\n  Me and my niggas paint the town when we come down\n  Twenty-four in the game, stackin' 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