[{"id":9529198,"name":"Beat It Up","trackName":"Beat It Up","artistName":"Rich Gang","albumName":"Rich Gang: The Tour, Part 1","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why my bitch cheating on me?\nWhat the fuck I do to her?\nI ain't did nothing nigga\nWhy she wanna play with me?\nMy feelings done got involved\nNah that bitch can't stay with me\nSwear to God on my Grannie\nRest in peace to, Annie\nNow the bitch got two daddies\nThis a reunion, no family!\nI wanna fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, Yeah\nDavid Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair\nYou the picture, I'm a put you on the wall\nI'm the hammer, You the nail\nBeat it up, Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it!\n\nPut your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic\nCuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita\nLove big titties, turned on by them C Cups\nDid a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup\nNo party, I'm sorry\nRidin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley\nThat lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch... tortoise\nShootin' shots, I ignore it\nPants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40\nNigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry\nFuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'\nFeelin' like J-Prince nigga\nJ-Prince son Jas, fuck with every time\nI was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house\nA deal, I ain't never signed\nI ain't never ever ever lost shit\nKill a nigga, knock em off for some fuckin' lawsuit\nShoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'\n(Shh) Too much talkin'...\nRan out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'\nCut the promoter, thought I was playin'\n\nGot a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland\nWhy am I insecure bout my woman?\n\nI don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it\nI don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back\n\nShe grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it\nHer first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets\n\nI don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it\nReal with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya\nLet me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\nThugga want your soul, he need it\n\nShe ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)\nLet the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)\nThrow that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\nIf she find out I'm cheating, she might just leave today\nPut that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay\nJonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say\nAnd my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank\nLil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)\nLil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair\nYellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\nWhen I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula\nAnd I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga cats kill","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat It Up\n  artist: Rich Gang\n  album: 'Rich Gang: The Tour, Part 1'\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Why my bitch cheating on me?\n  What the fuck I do to her?\n  I ain't did nothing nigga\n  Why she wanna play with me?\n  My feelings done got involved\n  Nah that bitch can't stay with me\n  Swear to God on my Grannie\n  Rest in peace to, Annie\n  Now the bitch got two daddies\n  This a reunion, no family!\n  I wanna fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, Yeah\n  David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair\n  You the picture, I'm a put you on the wall\n  I'm the hammer, You the nail\n  Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it!\n\n  Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic\n  Cuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita\n  Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups\n  Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup\n  No party, I'm sorry\n  Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley\n  That lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch... tortoise\n  Shootin' shots, I ignore it\n  Pants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40\n  Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry\n  Fuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'\n  Feelin' like J-Prince nigga\n  J-Prince son Jas, fuck with every time\n  I was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house\n  A deal, I ain't never signed\n  I ain't never ever ever lost shit\n  Kill a nigga, knock em off for some fuckin' lawsuit\n  Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'\n  (Shh) Too much talkin'...\n  Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'\n  Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'\n\n  Got a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland\n  Why am I insecure bout my woman?\n\n  I don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it\n  I don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back\n\n  She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it\n  Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets\n\n  I don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it\n  Real with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya\n  Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\n  Thugga want your soul, he need it\n\n  She ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)\n  Let the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)\n  Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\n  If she find out I'm cheating, she might just leave today\n  Put that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay\n  Jonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say\n  And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank\n  Lil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)\n  Lil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair\n  Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\n  When I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula\n  And I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga cats kill\n"},{"id":6571508,"name":"Beat It Up","trackName":"Beat It Up","artistName":"Rich Gang","albumName":"Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan & Birdman - Rich Gang: The Tour, Part 1","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why my bitch cheating on me?\nWhat the fuck I do to her?\nI ain't did nothing nigga\nWhy she wanna play with me?\nMy feelings done got involved\nNah that bitch can't stay with me\nSwear to God on my Grannie\nRest in peace to, Annie\nNow the bitch got two daddies\nThis a reunion, no family!\nI wanna fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, Yeah\nDavid Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair\nYou the picture, I'm a put you on the wall\nI'm the hammer, You the nail\nBeat it up, Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it!\n\nPut your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic\nCuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita\nLove big titties, turned on by them C Cups\nDid a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup\nNo party, I'm sorry\nRidin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley\nThat lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch... tortoise\nShootin' shots, I ignore it\nPants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40\nNigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry\nFuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'\nFeelin' like J-Prince nigga\nJ-Prince son Jas, fuck with every time\nI was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house\nA deal, I ain't never signed\nI ain't never ever ever lost shit\nKill a nigga, knock em off for some fuckin' lawsuit\nShoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'\n(Shh) Too much talkin'...\nRan out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'\nCut the promoter, thought I was playin'\n\nGot a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland\nWhy am I insecure bout my woman?\n\nI don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it\nI don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back\n\nShe grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it\nHer first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets\n\nI don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it\nReal with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya\nLet me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\nThugga want your soul, he need it\n\nShe ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)\nLet the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)\nThrow that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\nIf she find out I'm cheating, she might just leave today\nPut that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay\nJonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say\nAnd my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank\nLil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)\nLil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair\nYellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\nWhen I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula\nAnd I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga cats kill","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat It Up\n  artist: Rich Gang\n  album: 'Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan & Birdman - Rich Gang: The Tour, Part 1'\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Why my bitch cheating on me?\n  What the fuck I do to her?\n  I ain't did nothing nigga\n  Why she wanna play with me?\n  My feelings done got involved\n  Nah that bitch can't stay with me\n  Swear to God on my Grannie\n  Rest in peace to, Annie\n  Now the bitch got two daddies\n  This a reunion, no family!\n  I wanna fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, Yeah\n  David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair\n  You the picture, I'm a put you on the wall\n  I'm the hammer, You the nail\n  Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it!\n\n  Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic\n  Cuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita\n  Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups\n  Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup\n  No party, I'm sorry\n  Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley\n  That lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch... tortoise\n  Shootin' shots, I ignore it\n  Pants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40\n  Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry\n  Fuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'\n  Feelin' like J-Prince nigga\n  J-Prince son Jas, fuck with every time\n  I was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house\n  A deal, I ain't never signed\n  I ain't never ever ever lost shit\n  Kill a nigga, knock em off for some fuckin' lawsuit\n  Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'\n  (Shh) Too much talkin'...\n  Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'\n  Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'\n\n  Got a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland\n  Why am I insecure bout my woman?\n\n  I don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it\n  I don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back\n\n  She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it\n  Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets\n\n  I don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it\n  Real with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya\n  Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\n  Thugga want your soul, he need it\n\n  She ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)\n  Let the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)\n  Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\n  If she find out I'm cheating, she might just leave today\n  Put that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay\n  Jonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say\n  And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank\n  Lil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)\n  Lil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair\n  Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\n  When I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula\n  And I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga cats kill\n"},{"id":34315367,"name":"Beat It Up","trackName":"Beat It Up","artistName":"Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan & Birdman","albumName":"Rich Gang: The Tour, Part 1","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rich Gang\nTurn me up a little bit so I can hear my boy\nYou know you my nigga for life, right?\nRich Gang\nDespite what anybody say or think\nRich Homie Quan\nL\n\nWhy my bitch cheatin' on me? What the fuck I do to her?\nI ain't did nothin', nigga, why she wanna play with me?\nMy feelings done got involved, now that bitch can't stay with me\nSwear to God on my granny, rest in peace to Annie\nNow that bitch got two daddies, this a reunion, no family\n\nI wanna fuck you, me and Bet, I'm fit, girl, put it on, yeah\nDavid Copperfield, baby girl, I can get it gone, yeah\nYou the picture, I'ma put you on the wall, on the hammer you the nah\nBeat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it\n\nPut your ass to sleep, baby girl, Tempur-Pedic\nCook, whip it up in a pan like Peter\nLove big titties, turned on by them C-cups\nDid a show in Boston, drinkin' lean out a tea cup\nNo party, I'm sorry\nRidin' 'round in a motorcycle, no Harley\n\nThat lil' hoe retarded\nHad nickname \"Lil' Bitch\" (What?) Tardis\n\nShootin' shots, I ain't Norrick\nPants saggin' 'cause I walk around with that .40\nNiggas talkin' beef, eat it up 'cause I'm hungry\nFuck yards, nigga, I make startin' (Rich Gang)\nFeel like J Prince, nigga, J Prince son Jag\n\nFuck with me every time\nI was in LA chillin' at Jag Prince house\nA deal, I ain't never sign\nI ain't never ever ever lost shit\nKill a nigga, knock him off, what's a fuckin' loss to?\nShoot a nigga, momma house up, no talkin'\nShh, too much talkin'\n\nRan off with a hundred bands, I ain't playin'\nCaught a promoter, thought I was playin'\nGot a 2-2-3, LeBron James, Cleveland\nWhy am I insecure 'bout my own man?\n\nWhy my bitch cheatin' on me? What the fuck I do to her?\nI ain't did nothin', nigga, why she wanna play with me?\nMy feelings done got involved, now that bitch can't stay with me\nSwear to God on my granny, rest in peace to Annie\nNow that bitch got two daddies, this a reunion, no family\n\nI wanna fuck you, me and Bet, I'm fit, girl, put it on, yeah\nDavid Copperfield, baby girl, I can get it gone, yeah\nYou the picture, I'ma put you on the wall, on the hammer you the nah\nBeat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it\n\nI don't lick pussy, but tonight I might eat it\nI don't want that shit, lil' bitch, I just want my receipt back\nShe grippin' on my neck, Michael Jackson, I might beat it\nHer friend named Victoria, I know she got some secrets\nI don't wanna fuck with her if she ain't gon' keep it\nReal with a nigga to the end, girl, I need you\nLet me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\nSuck it once and suck, penis\nShe ain't got too many times, she got three shots like an Adidas\n\nLet that lil' bitch come rub me like two repeated K's\nThrow that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\nThen she find out I cheat, then she Angelina, ayy\nWith that lil' bitch on her feet, no Benke\nJohn Burris, Sal Remy, that what Ken said\nAnd my diamonds, they come wet like a fish tank\nLil' money, big bank, take lil' bank, yeah\n\nLil' nigga bump play and I leave him in a wheelchair\n\nYellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\n\nWhen I miss her, I be suckin' on her neck like a Dracula\nAnd I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga, cats killer\n\nWhy my bitch cheatin' on me? What the fuck I do to her?\nI ain't did nothin', nigga, why she wanna play with me?\nMy feelings done got involved, now that bitch can't stay with me\nSwear to God on my granny, rest in peace to Annie\nNow that bitch got two daddies, this a reunion, no family\n\nI wanna fuck you, me and Bet, I'm fit, girl, put it on, yeah\nDavid Copperfield, baby girl, I can get it gone, yeah\nYou the picture, I'ma put you on the wall, on the hammer you the nah\nBeat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat It Up\n  artist: Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan & Birdman\n  album: 'Rich Gang: The Tour, Part 1'\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Rich Gang\n  Turn me up a little bit so I can hear my boy\n  You know you my nigga for life, right?\n  Rich Gang\n  Despite what anybody say or think\n  Rich Homie Quan\n  L\n\n  Why my bitch cheatin' on me? What the fuck I do to her?\n  I ain't did nothin', nigga, why she wanna play with me?\n  My feelings done got involved, now that bitch can't stay with me\n  Swear to God on my granny, rest in peace to Annie\n  Now that bitch got two daddies, this a reunion, no family\n\n  I wanna fuck you, me and Bet, I'm fit, girl, put it on, yeah\n  David Copperfield, baby girl, I can get it gone, yeah\n  You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall, on the hammer you the nah\n  Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it\n\n  Put your ass to sleep, baby girl, Tempur-Pedic\n  Cook, whip it up in a pan like Peter\n  Love big titties, turned on by them C-cups\n  Did a show in Boston, drinkin' lean out a tea cup\n  No party, I'm sorry\n  Ridin' 'round in a motorcycle, no Harley\n\n  That lil' hoe retarded\n  Had nickname \"Lil' Bitch\" (What?) Tardis\n\n  Shootin' shots, I ain't Norrick\n  Pants saggin' 'cause I walk around with that .40\n  Niggas talkin' beef, eat it up 'cause I'm hungry\n  Fuck yards, nigga, I make startin' (Rich Gang)\n  Feel like J Prince, nigga, J Prince son Jag\n\n  Fuck with me every time\n  I was in LA chillin' at Jag Prince house\n  A deal, I ain't never sign\n  I ain't never ever ever lost shit\n  Kill a nigga, knock him off, what's a fuckin' loss to?\n  Shoot a nigga, momma house up, no talkin'\n  Shh, too much talkin'\n\n  Ran off with a hundred bands, I ain't playin'\n  Caught a promoter, thought I was playin'\n  Got a 2-2-3, LeBron James, Cleveland\n  Why am I insecure 'bout my own man?\n\n  Why my bitch cheatin' on me? What the fuck I do to her?\n  I ain't did nothin', nigga, why she wanna play with me?\n  My feelings done got involved, now that bitch can't stay with me\n  Swear to God on my granny, rest in peace to Annie\n  Now that bitch got two daddies, this a reunion, no family\n\n  I wanna fuck you, me and Bet, I'm fit, girl, put it on, yeah\n  David Copperfield, baby girl, I can get it gone, yeah\n  You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall, on the hammer you the nah\n  Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it\n\n  I don't lick pussy, but tonight I might eat it\n  I don't want that shit, lil' bitch, I just want my receipt back\n  She grippin' on my neck, Michael Jackson, I might beat it\n  Her friend named Victoria, I know she got some secrets\n  I don't wanna fuck with her if she ain't gon' keep it\n  Real with a nigga to the end, girl, I need you\n  Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\n  Suck it once and suck, penis\n  She ain't got too many times, she got three shots like an Adidas\n\n  Let that lil' bitch come rub me like two repeated K's\n  Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\n  Then she find out I cheat, then she Angelina, ayy\n  With that lil' bitch on her feet, no Benke\n  John Burris, Sal Remy, that what Ken said\n  And my diamonds, they come wet like a fish tank\n  Lil' money, big bank, take lil' bank, yeah\n\n  Lil' nigga bump play and I leave him in a wheelchair\n\n  Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\n\n  When I miss her, I be suckin' on her neck like a Dracula\n  And I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga, cats killer\n\n  Why my bitch cheatin' on me? What the fuck I do to her?\n  I ain't did nothin', nigga, why she wanna play with me?\n  My feelings done got involved, now that bitch can't stay with me\n  Swear to God on my granny, rest in peace to Annie\n  Now that bitch got two daddies, this a reunion, no family\n\n  I wanna fuck you, me and Bet, I'm fit, girl, put it on, yeah\n  David Copperfield, baby girl, I can get it gone, yeah\n  You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall, on the hammer you the nah\n  Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it\n"},{"id":16681600,"name":"Beat It Up","trackName":"Beat It Up","artistName":"Rich Gang","albumName":"Tha Tour Part 1","duration":241.5555,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why my bitch cheating on me?\nWhat the fuck I do to her?\nI ain't did nothing nigga\nWhy she wanna play with me?\nMy feelings done got involved\nNah that bitch can't stay with me\nSwear to God on my Grannie\nRest in peace to, Annie\nNow the bitch got two daddies\nThis a reunion, no family!\nI wanna fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, Yeah\nDavid Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair\nYou the picture, I'm a put you on the wall\nI'm the hammer, You the nail\nBeat it up, Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it!\n\nPut your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic\nCuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita\nLove big titties, turned on by them C Cups\nDid a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup\nNo party, I'm sorry\nRidin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley\nThat lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch... tortoise\nShootin' shots, I ignore it\nPants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40\nNigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry\nFuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'\nFeelin' like J-Prince nigga\nJ-Prince son Jas, fuck with every time\nI was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house\nA deal, I ain't never signed\nI ain't never ever ever lost shit\nKill a nigga, knock em off for some fuckin' lawsuit\nShoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'\n(Shh) Too much talkin'...\nRan out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'\nCut the promoter, thought I was playin'\n\nGot a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland\nWhy am I insecure bout my woman?\n\nI don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it\nI don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back\n\nShe grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it\nHer first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets\n\nI don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it\nReal with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya\nLet me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\nThugga want your soul, he need it\n\nShe ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)\nLet the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)\nThrow that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\nIf she find out I'm cheating, she might just leave today\nPut that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay\nJonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say\nAnd my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank\nLil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)\nLil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair\nYellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\nWhen I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula\nAnd I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga cats kill","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat It Up\n  artist: Rich Gang\n  album: Tha Tour Part 1\n  duration_ms: 241556\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Why my bitch cheating on me?\n  What the fuck I do to her?\n  I ain't did nothing nigga\n  Why she wanna play with me?\n  My feelings done got involved\n  Nah that bitch can't stay with me\n  Swear to God on my Grannie\n  Rest in peace to, Annie\n  Now the bitch got two daddies\n  This a reunion, no family!\n  I wanna fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, Yeah\n  David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair\n  You the picture, I'm a put you on the wall\n  I'm the hammer, You the nail\n  Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it up, Beat it!\n\n  Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic\n  Cuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita\n  Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups\n  Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup\n  No party, I'm sorry\n  Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley\n  That lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch... tortoise\n  Shootin' shots, I ignore it\n  Pants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40\n  Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry\n  Fuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'\n  Feelin' like J-Prince nigga\n  J-Prince son Jas, fuck with every time\n  I was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house\n  A deal, I ain't never signed\n  I ain't never ever ever lost shit\n  Kill a nigga, knock em off for some fuckin' lawsuit\n  Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'\n  (Shh) Too much talkin'...\n  Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'\n  Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'\n\n  Got a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland\n  Why am I insecure bout my woman?\n\n  I don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it\n  I don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back\n\n  She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it\n  Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets\n\n  I don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it\n  Real with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya\n  Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it\n  Thugga want your soul, he need it\n\n  She ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)\n  Let the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)\n  Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play\n  If she find out I'm cheating, she might just leave today\n  Put that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay\n  Jonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say\n  And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank\n  Lil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)\n  Lil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair\n  Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a rattler\n  When I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula\n  And I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga cats kill\n"}]