[{"id":19486604,"name":"2024","trackName":"2024","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Playboi Carti: Unreleased (2024)","duration":209.501995,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\nSecond place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\nThick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\nFat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\nOut of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\nDone grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell\nSouthside, I was in Riverdale\nOff molly, that two-tone pill\nRich nigga with all these fucckin' girls\nHe next, I put him on the mural\nShe's next, I told her she my girl\nOh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\nAhahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\nOh\nUh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news (Ha, sa)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\nPut 'em on the news ('Sup)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\nPut 'em on the news ('Sup)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\nPut 'em on the news (Let's go)\n2024, Music\nPut 'em on the news or somethin'\nI'm evil like Luci' son\nA whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\nHad to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\nI'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\nShawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\nAnd no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\nI'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\nUh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\nPink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\nBust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\nI'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\nI told her, \"The glove don't fit, \" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\nThe racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\nOoh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\nAll my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\nWalk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\nHaha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\nUh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n(Oh, you like that?) Oh\nUh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\nPut 'em on the news, gang, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nOh, hahaha, schyeah\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.60] Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\n[00:19.30] Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\n[00:22.80] Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\n[00:26.00] Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\n[00:29.00] Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\n[00:32.20] Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell\n[00:35.40] Southside, I was in Riverdale\n[00:38.80] Off molly, that two-tone pill\n[00:42.00] Rich nigga with all these fucckin' girls\n[00:45.40] He next, I put him on the mural\n[00:48.60] She's next, I told her she my girl\n[00:52.10] Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n[00:55.90] Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n[00:59.70] (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n[01:01.00] Oh\n[01:05.20] Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:07.10] Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)\n[01:08.50] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:10.20] Put 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah\n[01:11.80] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:13.40] Put 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)\n[01:15.00] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:16.60] Put 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)\n[01:18.30] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n[01:19.80] Put 'em on the news ('Sup)\n[01:21.40] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n[01:23.10] Put 'em on the news ('Sup)\n[01:24.70] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n[01:26.40] Put 'em on the news (Let's go)\n[01:34.80] 2024, Music\n[01:44.50] Put 'em on the news or somethin'\n[01:45.80] I'm evil like Luci' son\n[01:47.20] A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\n[01:50.60] Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\n[01:53.70] I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\n[01:57.00] Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\n[02:00.10] And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\n[02:03.80] I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\n[02:06.50] Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\n[02:09.80] Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\n[02:13.00] Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\n[02:16.20] I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\n[02:19.50] I told her, \"The glove don't fit, \" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\n[02:23.20] The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\n[02:26.20] Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\n[02:29.50] All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\n[02:32.70] Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\n[02:36.00] Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n[02:41.80] Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n[02:45.00] (Oh, you like that?) Oh\n[02:48.90] Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\n[02:50.70] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[02:52.20] Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n[02:54.00] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[02:55.40] Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n[02:57.00] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[02:58.70] Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n[03:00.30] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[03:01.90] Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\n[03:03.70] Put 'em on the news, gang, ha\n[03:05.20] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[03:06.70] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[03:08.30] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[03:10.60] Oh, hahaha, schyeah\n[03:29.00]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: '2024'\n artist: Playboi Carti\n album: 'Playboi Carti: Unreleased (2024)'\n duration_ms: 209502\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\n start_ms: 16600\n end_ms: 19300\n- text: Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\n start_ms: 19300\n end_ms: 22800\n- text: Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\n start_ms: 22800\n end_ms: 26000\n- text: Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\n start_ms: 26000\n end_ms: 29000\n- text: Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\n start_ms: 29000\n end_ms: 32200\n- text: Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell\n start_ms: 32200\n end_ms: 35400\n- text: Southside, I was in Riverdale\n start_ms: 35400\n end_ms: 38800\n- text: Off molly, that two-tone pill\n start_ms: 38800\n end_ms: 42000\n- text: Rich nigga with all these fucckin' girls\n start_ms: 42000\n end_ms: 45400\n- text: He next, I put him on the mural\n start_ms: 45400\n end_ms: 48600\n- text: She's next, I told her she my girl\n start_ms: 48600\n end_ms: 52100\n- text: Oh, you like that? 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(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n Oh\n Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n Put 'em on the news ('Sup)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n Put 'em on the news ('Sup)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n Put 'em on the news (Let's go)\n 2024, Music\n Put 'em on the news or somethin'\n I'm evil like Luci' son\n A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\n Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\n I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\n Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\n And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\n I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\n Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\n Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\n Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\n I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\n I told her, \"The glove don't fit, \" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\n The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\n Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\n All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\n Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\n Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n (Oh, you like that?) Oh\n Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\n Put 'em on the news, gang, ha\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Oh, hahaha, schyeah\n"},{"id":27845393,"name":"2024","trackName":"2024","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Playboi Carti","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\nSecond place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\nThick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\nFat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\nOut of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\nDone grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell\nSouthside, I was in Riverdale\nOff molly, that two-tone pill\nRich nigga with all these fucckin' girls\nHe next, I put him on the mural\nShe's next, I told her she my girl\nOh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\nAhahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\nOh\nUh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news (Ha, sa)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\nPut 'em on the news ('Sup)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\nPut 'em on the news ('Sup)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\nPut 'em on the news (Let's go)\n2024, Music\nPut 'em on the news or somethin'\nI'm evil like Luci' son\nA whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\nHad to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\nI'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\nShawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\nAnd no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\nI'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\nUh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\nPink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\nBust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\nI'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\nI told her, \"The glove don't fit, \" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\nThe racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\nOoh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\nAll my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\nWalk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\nHaha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\nUh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n(Oh, you like that?) Oh\nUh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\nPut 'em on the news, gang, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nOh, hahaha, schyeah\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.60] Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\n[00:19.30] Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\n[00:22.80] Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\n[00:26.00] Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\n[00:29.00] Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\n[00:32.20] Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell\n[00:35.40] Southside, I was in Riverdale\n[00:38.80] Off molly, that two-tone pill\n[00:42.00] Rich nigga with all these fucckin' girls\n[00:45.40] He next, I put him on the mural\n[00:48.60] She's next, I told her she my girl\n[00:52.10] Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n[00:55.90] Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n[00:59.70] (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n[01:01.00] Oh\n[01:05.20] Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:07.10] Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)\n[01:08.50] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:10.20] Put 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah\n[01:11.80] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:13.40] Put 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)\n[01:15.00] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)\n[01:16.60] Put 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)\n[01:18.30] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n[01:19.80] Put 'em on the news ('Sup)\n[01:21.40] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n[01:23.10] Put 'em on the news ('Sup)\n[01:24.70] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)\n[01:26.40] Put 'em on the news (Let's go)\n[01:34.80] 2024, Music\n[01:44.50] Put 'em on the news or somethin'\n[01:45.80] I'm evil like Luci' son\n[01:47.20] A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\n[01:50.60] Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\n[01:53.70] I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\n[01:57.00] Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\n[02:00.10] And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\n[02:03.80] I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\n[02:06.50] Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\n[02:09.80] Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\n[02:13.00] Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\n[02:16.20] I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\n[02:19.50] I told her, \"The glove don't fit, \" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\n[02:23.20] The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\n[02:26.20] Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\n[02:29.50] All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\n[02:32.70] Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\n[02:36.00] Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n[02:41.80] Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n[02:45.00] (Oh, you like that?) 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(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n (Oh, you like that? 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Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n (Oh, you like that?) Oh\n Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\n Put 'em on the news, gang, ha\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Oh, hahaha, schyeah\n"},{"id":18315922,"name":"2024","trackName":"2024","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Playboi Carti Videos","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\nSecond place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\nThick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\nFat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\nOut of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\nDone grew me some horns, baby, I'm from Hell\nSouthside, I was in Riverdale\nOff molly, that two-tone pill\nRich nigga with all these fuckin' girls\n\nHe next, I put him on the mural\nShe's next, I told her she my girl\nOh, you like that? 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Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\nUh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n(Oh, you like that?) Oh\n\nUh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\n\nPut 'em on the news, gang, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news, yeah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\n\nOh, hahaha, schyeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.97] Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\n[00:20.15] Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\n[00:23.32] Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\n[00:26.62] Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\n[00:29.88] Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\n[00:33.09] Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from Hell\n[00:36.10] Southside, I was in Riverdale\n[00:39.53] Off molly, that two-tone pill\n[00:42.76] Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls\n[00:46.06] He next, I put him on the mural\n[00:49.39] She's next, I told her she my girl\n[00:52.52] Oh, you like that? 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Oh, you like that?)\n[01:01.36] Oh\n[01:05.43] Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:07.33] Put 'em on the news (ha, sa)\n[01:09.04] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:10.67] Put 'em on the news (sa, sa, schyeah)\n[01:12.25] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:13.89] Put 'em on the news, yeah (sa, sa)\n[01:15.58] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:17.03] Put 'em on the news, schyeah\n[01:18.56] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup)\n[01:20.30] Put 'em on the news ('sup)\n[01:21.77] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup, woah)\n[01:23.68] Put 'em on the news ('sup)\n[01:25.01] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:26.87] Put 'em on the news (let's go)\n[01:30.03] \n[01:35.30] 2024, Music\n[01:39.45] Oh, oh (hm)\n[01:44.64] Put 'em on the news or somethin'\n[01:46.05] I'm evil like Luci' son\n[01:47.67] A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\n[01:50.97] Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\n[01:54.14] I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\n[01:57.37] Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\n[02:00.57] And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\n[02:04.18] I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\n[02:06.93] Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\n[02:10.33] Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\n[02:13.78] Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\n[02:16.86] I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\n[02:20.02] I told her, \"The glove don't fit,\" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\n[02:23.57] The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\n[02:26.32] Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\n[02:29.96] All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\n[02:33.30] Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\n[02:37.67] Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n[02:41.13] Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n[02:45.26] (Oh, you like that?) 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(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n Ahahahahaha, Oh, you like that?, Yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n Oh\n\n Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news (ha, sa)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news (sa, sa, schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news, yeah (sa, sa)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news, schyeah\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup)\n\n Put 'em on the news ('sup)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup, woah)\n Put 'em on the news ('sup)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n Put 'em on the news (let's go)\n\n 2024, Music\n Oh, oh (hm)\n Put 'em on the news or somethin'\n I'm evil like Luci' son\n A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\n Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\n I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\n Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\n And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\n\n I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\n Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\n Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\n Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\n I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\n I told her, \"The glove don't fit,\" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\n The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\n Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\n\n All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\n Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\n Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n (Oh, you like that?) Oh\n\n Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\n\n Put 'em on the news, gang, ha\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n Put 'em on the news, yeah\n Put 'em on the news, ha\n\n Oh, hahaha, schyeah\n"},{"id":21300713,"name":"2024","trackName":"2024","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Playboi Carti Songs","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\nSecond place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\nThick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\nFat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\nOut of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\nDone grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell\nSouthside, I was in Riverdale\nOff molly, that two-tone pill\nRich nigga with all these fucckin' girls\nHe next, I put him on the mural\nShe's next, I told her she my girl\nOh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\nAhahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n(Oh, you like that? 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high like this\n[00:29.74] You gotta get high like me\n[00:31.46] You gotta get high like this\n[00:33.19] You gotta get high like me\n[00:34.76] I'm fuckin' these bitches, alright\n[00:36.53] I'm havin' my way, alright, uh\n[00:38.17] My fingers, they muhfuckin' tight\n[00:39.80] My eyes are open, I'm high\n[00:41.48] I can't believe I can die\n[00:43.19] I just realized I was high\n[00:44.82] I was seventeen on the mic\n[00:46.71] I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike\n[00:48.44] I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite\n[00:50.15] My whole career, they bitin'\n[00:51.80] Some niggas, they thinkin' they faster than me\n[00:53.69] Somebody should tell them they dyin'\n[00:55.24] I'm done with these niggas and dissin'\n[00:56.62] I just be pissin', I don't give a fuck\n[00:58.64] I know when you move, boy\n[00:59.80] Bitch, I'm tryna tell, your ho gon' fuck?\n[01:01.96] All you ever do is copy, all you ever do is mock\n[01:03.72] Why you talkin' about me?\n[01:05.60] If you really got a problem, we can handle 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Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n (Oh, you like that?) 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Yeah)\n Uh, never too much (what?), uh\n Never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)\n\n (What?)\n Rockstar made (what? What? Yeah)\n Rockstar made (what? What?)\n Rockstar made (what? What?)\n"},{"id":38065302,"name":"DIFFERENT DAY","trackName":"DIFFERENT DAY","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"Playboi Carti: Live At Rolling Loud Miami 2024","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Schyeah\nDifferent day\n\nI just be stylin', it's hard to sleep (Schyeah)\nShe never made it hard for me (Schyeah, he's comin')\nI can't trust my eyes, like, how do I see?\nI'm in the high, uh, she's in the heat, yeah (Turn it up, turn it up)\nTell me why? And, for what?\nAlways prepared, 'cause I never know what\nShe wait at all of my shows, she want me to sign her butt, yeah (Hahahahahahaha), uh\nWhippin' that ho with the Fendi\nYeah-yeah, I was lookin' for Benji\nI had to smoke out at Means Street\nEverybody thought they knew me\nBut bitch, you ain't even meet the new me\nA ho gon' die tryna do me\nLook at the sky, it's a movie\nShe not a wife, she a groupie\nIf you liked the last chain, check the new piece, schyeah\nRed in the diamonds, no rubies\nStick in the dirt like— (Schyeah)\nStick in the dirt like doody (Schyeah), schyeah\nThere's plenty of opps in the loose leafs\nGoyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah\nStamp on your neck like pussy ('Bout what? Schyeah, schyeah)\nStay in your position, lil' nigga, before you get put on a shirt (Schyeah)\nI was in South Carolina with two hoes, takin' they turn\nYou play with that fire too much, lil' shawty, you bound to get burnt (Schyeah)\nSVJ, I go crazy, no concerns (Schyeah), uh\nGlock in the holster (Schyeah), yeah, stick in the Goyard (Schyeah)\nPut 'em on a poster, put 'em in a graveyard (Schyeah), schyeah\nShe gets angry, she like to text hard (What?)\nI don't need a co-sign (What?), I need a die-hard (Huh?)\nI fuck her back in, yeah (Yeah), then put her in Chrome Heart (Uh)\nThe Bentley, it's push-start (Uh)\nI'm a bully, I push hard (Yeah), schyeah\nDrivin' off drugs, this my go-kart, schyeah\nDifferent day, ha\n\nSchyeah\nWe gamble on Sundays\nI told my momma I was gon' make it one day\nBeen, been, been told her\nIt was just the other day, I was on bullshit, eatin' leftovers, yeah\nSittin' here thinkin' about it\nNow, it's just G5s, yeah, I don't do layovers\nSchyeah\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.36]Schyeah\n[00:12.86]Different day\n[00:14.53]\n[00:15.32]I just be stylin', it's hard to sleep (Schyeah)\n[00:18.57]She never made it hard for me (Schyeah, he's comin')\n[00:21.23]I can't trust my eyes, like, how do I see?\n[00:24.60]I'm in the high, uh, she's in the heat, yeah (Turn it up, turn it up)\n[00:28.12]Tell me why? And, for what?\n[00:31.53]Always prepared, 'cause I never know what\n[00:34.81]She wait at all of my shows, she want me to sign her butt, yeah (Hahahahahahaha), uh\n[00:38.28]Whippin' that ho with the Fendi\n[00:40.12]Yeah-yeah, I was lookin' for Benji\n[00:41.75]I had to smoke out at Means Street\n[00:43.46]Everybody thought they knew me\n[00:45.06]But bitch, you ain't even meet the new me\n[00:46.74]A ho gon' die tryna do me\n[00:48.61]Look at the sky, it's a movie\n[00:50.31]She not a wife, she a groupie\n[00:51.76]If you liked the last chain, check the new piece, schyeah\n[00:55.53]Red in the diamonds, no rubies\n[00:57.22]Stick in the dirt like— (Schyeah)\n[00:58.80]Stick in the dirt like doody (Schyeah), schyeah\n[01:02.19]There's plenty of opps in the loose leafs\n[01:04.00]Goyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah\n[01:05.73]Stamp on your neck like pussy ('Bout what? Schyeah, schyeah)\n[01:09.21]Stay in your position, lil' nigga, before you get put on a shirt (Schyeah)\n[01:12.54]I was in South Carolina with two hoes, takin' they turn\n[01:16.00]You play with that fire too much, lil' shawty, you bound to get burnt (Schyeah)\n[01:19.55]SVJ, I go crazy, no concerns (Schyeah), uh\n[01:23.00]Glock in the holster (Schyeah), yeah, stick in the Goyard (Schyeah)\n[01:26.38]Put 'em on a poster, put 'em in a graveyard (Schyeah), schyeah\n[01:29.75]She gets angry, she like to text hard (What?)\n[01:33.29]I don't need a co-sign (What?), I need a die-hard (Huh?)\n[01:36.66]I fuck her back in, yeah (Yeah), then put her in Chrome Heart (Uh)\n[01:39.96]The Bentley, it's push-start (Uh)\n[01:41.64]I'm a bully, I push hard (Yeah), schyeah\n[01:44.40]Drivin' off drugs, this my go-kart, schyeah\n[01:50.52]Different day, ha\n[01:53.68]\n[01:55.80]Schyeah\n[01:57.12]We gamble on Sundays\n[01:59.38]I told my momma I was gon' make it one day\n[02:02.46]Been, been, been told her\n[02:07.03]It was just the other day, I was on bullshit, eatin' leftovers, yeah\n[02:10.89]Sittin' here thinkin' about it\n[02:14.27]Now, it's just G5s, yeah, I don't do layovers\n[02:18.46]Schyeah\n[02:45.56]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: DIFFERENT DAY\n artist: Playboi Carti\n album: 'Playboi Carti: Live At Rolling Loud Miami 2024'\n duration_ms: 185000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Schyeah\n start_ms: 9360\n end_ms: 12860\n- text: Different day\n start_ms: 12860\n end_ms: 14530\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 14530\n end_ms: 15320\n- text: I just be stylin', it's hard to sleep (Schyeah)\n start_ms: 15320\n end_ms: 18570\n- text: She never made it hard for me (Schyeah, he's comin')\n start_ms: 18570\n end_ms: 21230\n- text: I can't trust my eyes, like, how do I see?\n start_ms: 21230\n end_ms: 24600\n- text: I'm in the high, uh, she's in the heat, yeah (Turn it up, turn it up)\n start_ms: 24600\n end_ms: 28120\n- text: Tell me why? 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Schyeah, schyeah)\n Stay in your position, lil' nigga, before you get put on a shirt (Schyeah)\n I was in South Carolina with two hoes, takin' they turn\n You play with that fire too much, lil' shawty, you bound to get burnt (Schyeah)\n SVJ, I go crazy, no concerns (Schyeah), uh\n Glock in the holster (Schyeah), yeah, stick in the Goyard (Schyeah)\n Put 'em on a poster, put 'em in a graveyard (Schyeah), schyeah\n She gets angry, she like to text hard (What?)\n I don't need a co-sign (What?), I need a die-hard (Huh?)\n I fuck her back in, yeah (Yeah), then put her in Chrome Heart (Uh)\n The Bentley, it's push-start (Uh)\n I'm a bully, I push hard (Yeah), schyeah\n Drivin' off drugs, this my go-kart, schyeah\n Different day, ha\n\n Schyeah\n We gamble on Sundays\n I told my momma I was gon' make it one day\n Been, been, been told her\n It was just the other day, I was on bullshit, eatin' leftovers, yeah\n Sittin' here thinkin' about it\n Now, it's just G5s, yeah, I don't do layovers\n Schyeah\n"},{"id":18455234,"name":"2024","trackName":"2024","artistName":"Playboi Carti","albumName":"2024 - Single","duration":209.475918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\nSecond place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\nThick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\nFat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\nOut of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\nDone grew me some horns, baby, I'm from Hell\nSouthside, I was in Riverdale\nOff molly, that two-tone pill\nRich nigga with all these fuckin' girls\n\nHe next, I put him on the mural\nShe's next, I told her she my girl\nOh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\nAhahahahaha, Oh, you like that?, Yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\nOh\n\nUh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news (ha, sa)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news (sa, sa, schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news, yeah (sa, sa)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news, schyeah\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup)\n\nPut 'em on the news ('sup)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup, woah)\nPut 'em on the news ('sup)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\nPut 'em on the news (let's go)\n\n2024, Music\nOh, oh (hm)\nPut 'em on the news or somethin'\nI'm evil like Luci' son\nA whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\nHad to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\nI'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\nShawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\nAnd no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\n\nI'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\nUh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\nPink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\nBust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\nI'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\nI told her, \"The glove don't fit,\" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\nThe racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\nOoh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\n\nAll my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\nWalk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\nHaha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\nUh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n(Oh, you like that?) Oh\n\nUh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', woah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\n\nPut 'em on the news, gang, ha\nPut 'em on the news, ha\nPut 'em on the news, yeah\nPut 'em on the news, ha\n\nOh, hahaha, schyeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.97] Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\n[00:20.15] Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\n[00:23.32] Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\n[00:26.62] Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\n[00:29.88] Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\n[00:33.09] Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from Hell\n[00:36.10] Southside, I was in Riverdale\n[00:39.53] Off molly, that two-tone pill\n[00:42.76] Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls\n[00:46.06] He next, I put him on the mural\n[00:49.39] She's next, I told her she my girl\n[00:52.52] Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n[00:55.88] Ahahahahaha, Oh, you like that?, Yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n[00:58.98] (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n[01:01.36] Oh\n[01:05.43] Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:07.33] Put 'em on the news (ha, sa)\n[01:09.04] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:10.67] Put 'em on the news (sa, sa, schyeah)\n[01:12.25] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:13.89] Put 'em on the news, yeah (sa, sa)\n[01:15.58] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:17.03] Put 'em on the news, schyeah\n[01:18.56] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup)\n[01:20.30] Put 'em on the news ('sup)\n[01:21.77] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup, woah)\n[01:23.68] Put 'em on the news ('sup)\n[01:25.01] Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah)\n[01:26.87] Put 'em on the news (let's go)\n[01:30.03] \n[01:35.30] 2024, Music\n[01:39.45] Oh, oh (hm)\n[01:44.64] Put 'em on the news or somethin'\n[01:46.05] I'm evil like Luci' son\n[01:47.67] A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns\n[01:50.97] Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time\n[01:54.14] I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son\n[01:57.37] Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way\n[02:00.57] And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh\n[02:04.18] I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale\n[02:06.93] Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay\n[02:10.33] Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie\n[02:13.78] Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry\n[02:16.86] I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)\n[02:20.02] I told her, \"The glove don't fit,\" I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh\n[02:23.57] The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji\n[02:26.32] Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh\n[02:29.96] All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit\n[02:33.30] Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists\n[02:37.67] Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n[02:41.13] Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n[02:45.26] (Oh, you like that?) Oh\n[02:49.26] Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'\n[02:51.11] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[02:52.79] Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n[02:54.23] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[02:55.72] Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n[02:57.57] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[02:59.22] Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah\n[03:00.63] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[03:02.44] Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up\n[03:04.13] Put 'em on the news, gang, ha\n[03:05.79] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[03:07.29] Put 'em on the news, yeah\n[03:09.09] Put 'em on the news, ha\n[03:11.06] Oh, hahaha, schyeah\n[03:14.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: '2024'\n artist: Playboi Carti\n album: 2024 - Single\n duration_ms: 209476\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh\n start_ms: 16970\n end_ms: 20150\n- text: Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah\n start_ms: 20150\n end_ms: 23320\n- text: Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel\n start_ms: 23320\n end_ms: 26620\n- text: Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here\n start_ms: 26620\n end_ms: 29880\n- text: Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel\n start_ms: 29880\n end_ms: 33090\n- text: Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from Hell\n start_ms: 33090\n end_ms: 36100\n- text: Southside, I was in Riverdale\n start_ms: 36100\n end_ms: 39530\n- text: Off molly, that two-tone pill\n start_ms: 39530\n end_ms: 42760\n- text: Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls\n start_ms: 42760\n end_ms: 46060\n- text: He next, I put him on the mural\n start_ms: 46060\n end_ms: 49390\n- text: She's next, I told her she my girl\n start_ms: 49390\n end_ms: 52520\n- text: Oh, you like that? 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(Yeah)\n[01:45.31] Woah, woah (yeah, yeah)\n[01:47.54] (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)\n[01:48.92] Hit, yeah, hold up (yeah)\n[01:50.51] Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (shit)\n[01:53.86] Yeah, you try to come 'round 'bout this shit, they poppin' ya tires, hol' up (shit)\n[01:56.96] Uh, hunnid round, woah, feel it, knock 'em on ten\n[02:00.55] Playin' both sides with these hoes (hol' up)\n[02:02.31] Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (hol' up)\n[02:03.97] I been goin' crazy, shawty, I been handlin' these bands\n[02:07.02] She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go-\n[02:09.69] Fiend (talkin' 'bout), fiend, fiend (yeah), fiend (fiend, yeah, oh, oh, what? 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Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)\n Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah\n (Oh, you like that?) 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(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)\n Ahahahahaha, Oh, you like that?, Yeah (Oh, you like that?)\n (Oh, you like that? 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