[{"id":17769206,"name":"Exposing Me","trackName":"Exposing Me","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Exposing Me - Single","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There's a lotta talk on my name, nigga\nY'all niggas know what's goin' on (Pray to God)\n\nLook, I'm armed and dangerous (Uh-huh)\nAin't no parkin' at the light, no, ain't no stainin' us\nCan't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no, you can't hang with us\nI came from nothing, I call Guap, he let it bang for us (Uh)\nHe let it, he let it (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)\nI'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo\nLet it bang out the coupe (Grrt)\nI let it boom, let it shoot\nGot them 22's in my shoes, uh\n\nThat's on everything\nThat's on everything\nThat's on everything\n\nUh, I'm SRK (K)\nGDK (K)\nAnd I play (Play)\nUp it to your face (Grrt)\nAnd I gang bang\nAnd we slay\nGet away, dirty, get away, get away (Get the fuck out my face, nigga)\nWhy you talkin' like you Wooin' (Why you talkin'?)\nWho you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)\nWho you foolin'? Uh (Who you foolin'?)\n\nThat's on everything (That's on my mother, nigga)\nThat's on everything (Stop playin' with me)\nThat's on everything (Uh)\n\nKemo\nI call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh-huh)\nStupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh-huh)\nDummy got got by the Woos\nHe woulda got away if he pulled his pants up\nI hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)\nI pour a four in my Fanta\nIs you with it or not? (Nah)\nGun to his head, put your hands up\nNigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha (Uh-huh)\nWhile I'm fuckin' on your baba\nI order steak with my lobster\nI turn your noodles to pasta, uh\n\nThat's on everything\nThat's on everything\nThat's on everything (You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga)\n\nLook, said I pull up to TD in i8\nIf we all gettin' money then why hate?\nSmoove Hease the renty, that boy is too benty\nHe about to go fuck up the crime rate (Uh)\nI got .22's up in my coupe\nAct up in a school, we pull up, we givin' the boot\nYeah, I'm big Flossy Woo\nNo construction, but a nigga know I got the tool\nI'm never lackin', always pistol-packin', with them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven\nPull up, what crackin' nigga? What you jackin'?\nFound his body up on Chanel 11, uh\n\nThat's on everything\nThat's on everything (That's on my soul, nigga)\nThat's on everything (Uh)\n\nUh, there's no exposin' me\nI got hit, then you got hit, that's how it's s'pposed to be\nIf I want you dead, then you dead, there's no controllin' me\nForty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip\n(I got a whole lotta guns, nigga)\nPull up, what's crackin'?\nWhat's up? What happened?\nNo jokin', no laughin'\nNo talkin', we scrappin', look\n\nThat's on everything (Uh)\nThat's on everything\nThat's on everything\nUh","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.24]There's a lotta talk on my name, nigga\n[00:09.54]Y'all niggas know what's goin' on (Pray to God)\n[00:11.26]Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Uh-huh)\n[00:13.63]Ain't no parkin' at the light, no, ain't no stainin' us\n[00:16.52]Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no, you can't hang with us\n[00:19.56]I came from nothing, I call Guap, he let it bang for us (Uh)\n[00:22.64]He let it, he let it (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)\n[00:24.22]I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo\n[00:26.00]Let it bang out the coupe (Grrt)\n[00:27.38]I let it boom, let it shoot\n[00:29.16]Got them 22's in my shoes, uh\n[00:31.55]That's on everything\n[00:33.04]That's on everything\n[00:34.66]That's on everything\n[00:36.22]Uh, I'm SRK (K)\n[00:38.56]GDK (K)\n[00:40.07]And I play (Play)\n[00:41.28]Up it to your face (Grrt)\n[00:43.18]And I gang bang\n[00:44.69]And we slay\n[00:46.29]Get away, dirty, get away, get away (Get the fuck out my face, nigga)\n[00:50.24]Why you talkin' like you Wooin' (Why you talkin'?)\n[00:52.51]Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)\n[00:54.12]Who you foolin'? Uh (Who you foolin'?)\n[00:56.47]That's on everything (That's on my mother, nigga)\n[00:58.06]That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)\n[00:59.62]That's on everything (Uh)\n[01:01.15]Kemo\n[01:01.96]I call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh-huh)\n[01:03.43]Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh-huh)\n[01:04.97]Dummy got got by the Woos\n[01:06.07]He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up\n[01:08.16]I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)\n[01:09.67]I pour a four in my Fanta\n[01:11.00]Is you with it or not? (Nah)\n[01:12.79]Gun to his head, put your hands up\n[01:14.12]Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha (Uh-huh)\n[01:15.94]While I'm fuckin' on your baba\n[01:17.47]I order steak with my lobster\n[01:19.07]I turn your noodles to pasta, uh\n[01:21.39]That's on everything\n[01:22.93]That's on everything\n[01:24.51]That's on everything (You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga)\n[01:26.12]Look, said I pull up to TD in i8\n[01:28.18]If we all gettin' money then why hate?\n[01:29.78]Smoove Hease the renty, that boy is too benty\n[01:31.31]He about to go fuck up the crime rate (Uh)\n[01:32.89]I got .22's up in my coupe\n[01:34.25]Act up in a school, we pull up, we givin' the boot\n[01:36.22]Yeah, I'm big Flossy Woo\n[01:37.40]No construction, but a nigga know I got the tool\n[01:39.19]I'm never lackin', always pistol-packin', with them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven\n[01:42.46]Pull up, what crackin' nigga? What you jackin'?\n[01:43.94]Found his body up on Chanel 11, uh\n[01:46.42]That's on everything\n[01:47.93]That's on everything (That's on my soul, nigga)\n[01:49.42]That's on everything (Uh)\n[01:50.99]Uh, there's no exposin' me\n[01:53.39]I got hit, then you got hit, that's how it's s'pposed to be\n[01:56.18]If I want you dead, then you dead, there's no controllin' me\n[01:59.18]Forty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip\n[02:02.45](I got a whole lotta guns, nigga)\n[02:04.31]Pull up, what's crackin'?\n[02:05.86]What's up? What happened?\n[02:07.43]No jokin', no laughin'\n[02:08.99]No talkin', we scrappin', look\n[02:11.41]That's on everything (Uh)\n[02:12.92]That's on everything\n[02:14.48]That's on everything\n[02:16.05]Uh\n[02:25.04]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Exposing Me\n  artist: Pop Smoke\n  album: Exposing Me - Single\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: There's a lotta talk on my name, nigga\n  start_ms: 7240\n  end_ms: 9540\n- text: Y'all niggas know what's goin' on (Pray to God)\n  start_ms: 9540\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 11260\n  end_ms: 13630\n- text: Ain't no parkin' at the light, no, ain't no stainin' us\n  start_ms: 13630\n  end_ms: 16520\n- text: Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no, you can't hang with us\n  start_ms: 16520\n  end_ms: 19560\n- text: I came from nothing, I call Guap, he let it bang for us (Uh)\n  start_ms: 19560\n  end_ms: 22640\n- text: He let it, he let it (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)\n  start_ms: 22640\n  end_ms: 24220\n- text: I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo\n  start_ms: 24220\n  end_ms: 26000\n- text: Let it bang out the coupe (Grrt)\n  start_ms: 26000\n  end_ms: 27380\n- text: I let it boom, let it shoot\n  start_ms: 27380\n  end_ms: 29160\n- text: Got them 22's in my shoes, uh\n  start_ms: 29160\n  end_ms: 31550\n- text: That's on everything\n  start_ms: 31550\n  end_ms: 33040\n- text: That's on everything\n  start_ms: 33040\n  end_ms: 34660\n- text: That's on everything\n  start_ms: 34660\n  end_ms: 36220\n- text: Uh, I'm SRK (K)\n  start_ms: 36220\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: GDK (K)\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 40070\n- text: And I play (Play)\n  start_ms: 40070\n  end_ms: 41280\n- text: Up it to your face (Grrt)\n  start_ms: 41280\n  end_ms: 43180\n- text: And I gang bang\n  start_ms: 43180\n  end_ms: 44690\n- text: And we slay\n  start_ms: 44690\n  end_ms: 46290\n- text: Get away, dirty, get away, get away (Get the fuck out my face, nigga)\n  start_ms: 46290\n  end_ms: 50240\n- text: Why you talkin' like you Wooin' (Why you talkin'?)\n  start_ms: 50240\n  end_ms: 52510\n- text: Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)\n  start_ms: 52510\n  end_ms: 54120\n- text: Who you foolin'? Uh (Who you foolin'?)\n  start_ms: 54120\n  end_ms: 56470\n- text: That's on everything (That's on my mother, nigga)\n  start_ms: 56470\n  end_ms: 58060\n- text: That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)\n  start_ms: 58060\n  end_ms: 59620\n- text: That's on everything (Uh)\n  start_ms: 59620\n  end_ms: 61150\n- text: Kemo\n  start_ms: 61150\n  end_ms: 61960\n- text: I call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 61960\n  end_ms: 63430\n- text: Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 63430\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Dummy got got by the Woos\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 66070\n- text: He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up\n  start_ms: 66070\n  end_ms: 68160\n- text: I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)\n  start_ms: 68160\n  end_ms: 69670\n- text: I pour a four in my Fanta\n  start_ms: 69670\n  end_ms: 71000\n- text: Is you with it or not? 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What you jackin'?\n  start_ms: 102460\n  end_ms: 103940\n- text: Found his body up on Chanel 11, uh\n  start_ms: 103940\n  end_ms: 106420\n- text: That's on everything\n  start_ms: 106420\n  end_ms: 107930\n- text: That's on everything (That's on my soul, nigga)\n  start_ms: 107930\n  end_ms: 109420\n- text: That's on everything (Uh)\n  start_ms: 109420\n  end_ms: 110990\n- text: Uh, there's no exposin' me\n  start_ms: 110990\n  end_ms: 113390\n- text: I got hit, then you got hit, that's how it's s'pposed to be\n  start_ms: 113390\n  end_ms: 116180\n- text: If I want you dead, then you dead, there's no controllin' me\n  start_ms: 116180\n  end_ms: 119180\n- text: Forty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip\n  start_ms: 119180\n  end_ms: 122450\n- text: (I got a whole lotta guns, nigga)\n  start_ms: 122450\n  end_ms: 124310\n- text: Pull up, what's crackin'?\n  start_ms: 124310\n  end_ms: 125860\n- text: What's up? What happened?\n  start_ms: 125860\n  end_ms: 127430\n- text: No jokin', no laughin'\n  start_ms: 127430\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: No talkin', we scrappin', look\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131410\n- text: That's on everything (Uh)\n  start_ms: 131410\n  end_ms: 132920\n- text: That's on everything\n  start_ms: 132920\n  end_ms: 134480\n- text: That's on everything\n  start_ms: 134480\n  end_ms: 136050\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 136050\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145040\nplain: |-\n  There's a lotta talk on my name, nigga\n  Y'all niggas know what's goin' on (Pray to God)\n\n  Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Uh-huh)\n  Ain't no parkin' at the light, no, ain't no stainin' us\n  Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no, you can't hang with us\n  I came from nothing, I call Guap, he let it bang for us (Uh)\n  He let it, he let it (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)\n  I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo\n  Let it bang out the coupe (Grrt)\n  I let it boom, let it shoot\n  Got them 22's in my shoes, uh\n\n  That's on everything\n  That's on everything\n  That's on everything\n\n  Uh, I'm SRK (K)\n  GDK (K)\n  And I play (Play)\n  Up it to your face (Grrt)\n  And I gang bang\n  And we slay\n  Get away, dirty, get away, get away (Get the fuck out my face, nigga)\n  Why you talkin' like you Wooin' (Why you talkin'?)\n  Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)\n  Who you foolin'? Uh (Who you foolin'?)\n\n  That's on everything (That's on my mother, nigga)\n  That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)\n  That's on everything (Uh)\n\n  Kemo\n  I call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh-huh)\n  Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh-huh)\n  Dummy got got by the Woos\n  He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up\n  I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)\n  I pour a four in my Fanta\n  Is you with it or not? (Nah)\n  Gun to his head, put your hands up\n  Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha (Uh-huh)\n  While I'm fuckin' on your baba\n  I order steak with my lobster\n  I turn your noodles to pasta, uh\n\n  That's on everything\n  That's on everything\n  That's on everything (You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga)\n\n  Look, said I pull up to TD in i8\n  If we all gettin' money then why hate?\n  Smoove Hease the renty, that boy is too benty\n  He about to go fuck up the crime rate (Uh)\n  I got .22's up in my coupe\n  Act up in a school, we pull up, we givin' the boot\n  Yeah, I'm big Flossy Woo\n  No construction, but a nigga know I got the tool\n  I'm never lackin', always pistol-packin', with them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven\n  Pull up, what crackin' nigga? What you jackin'?\n  Found his body up on Chanel 11, uh\n\n  That's on everything\n  That's on everything (That's on my soul, nigga)\n  That's on everything (Uh)\n\n  Uh, there's no exposin' me\n  I got hit, then you got hit, that's how it's s'pposed to be\n  If I want you dead, then you dead, there's no controllin' me\n  Forty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip\n  (I got a whole lotta guns, nigga)\n  Pull up, what's crackin'?\n  What's up? What happened?\n  No jokin', no laughin'\n  No talkin', we scrappin', look\n\n  That's on everything (Uh)\n  That's on everything\n  That's on everything\n  Uh\n"}]