[{"id":34391059,"name":"Microwave","trackName":"Microwave","artistName":"Ro$ama","albumName":"Ro$ama","duration":108.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Say Breezy, haha)\n\nAy, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\nNigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\nReally been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\nReally got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\nCan't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\nHit up Ro$ama to get her\n\nOn my mama, he not lyin'\nBeen chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\nThey sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\nWe them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\nYou a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n\nHuh, damn, I done did it again\nSpinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\nSaid, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\nKeep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\nI'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\nDon't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\nWhy you still on the block? It's the way that I live\nYou ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\nPlus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\nMake a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n\nThese niggas pussy, I know how they feel\nThey the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\nIn the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\nTouch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n\nYeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\nAlmost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\nAll of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\nCome a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\nNigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\nRaised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\nJump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\nOnly strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\nEver hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\nGet your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.58] (Say Breezy, haha)\n[00:11.36] Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n[00:14.66] Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n[00:16.51] Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n[00:18.85] Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n[00:21.53] Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n[00:23.98] Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n[00:25.41] On my mama, he not lyin'\n[00:26.75] Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n[00:30.28] They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n[00:33.84] We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n[00:37.99] You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n[00:42.45] Huh, damn, I done did it again\n[00:45.57] Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n[00:49.11] Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n[00:51.19] Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n[00:53.17] I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n[00:55.20] Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n[00:57.02] Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n[00:58.80] You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n[01:00.73] Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n[01:02.70] Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n[01:04.66] These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n[01:06.53] They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n[01:08.44] In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n[01:10.35] Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n[01:13.00] Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n[01:16.62] Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n[01:20.24] 14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n[01:23.90] All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n[01:28.45] Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n[01:31.72] Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n[01:33.47] Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n[01:35.72] Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n[01:37.34] Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n[01:39.52] Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n[01:41.34] Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n[01:43.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Microwave\n  artist: Ro$ama\n  album: Ro$ama\n  duration_ms: 108000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 8580\n  end_ms: 11360\n- text: Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  start_ms: 11360\n  end_ms: 14660\n- text: Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  start_ms: 14660\n  end_ms: 16510\n- text: Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  start_ms: 16510\n  end_ms: 18850\n- text: Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  start_ms: 18850\n  end_ms: 21530\n- text: Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n  start_ms: 21530\n  end_ms: 23980\n- text: Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n  start_ms: 23980\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: On my mama, he not lyin'\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 42450\n- text: Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  start_ms: 42450\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n  start_ms: 49110\n  end_ms: 51190\n- text: Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  start_ms: 51190\n  end_ms: 53170\n- text: I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 53170\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 58800\n- text: You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n  start_ms: 58800\n  end_ms: 60730\n- text: Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  start_ms: 60730\n  end_ms: 62700\n- text: Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n  start_ms: 62700\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 66530\n- text: They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  start_ms: 66530\n  end_ms: 68440\n- text: In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n  start_ms: 68440\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 73000\n- text: Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  start_ms: 73000\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 80240\n- text: 14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n  start_ms: 80240\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 88450\n- text: Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  start_ms: 88450\n  end_ms: 91720\n- text: Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  start_ms: 91720\n  end_ms: 93470\n- text: Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  start_ms: 93470\n  end_ms: 95720\n- text: Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  start_ms: 95720\n  end_ms: 97340\n- text: Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  start_ms: 97340\n  end_ms: 99520\n- text: Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  start_ms: 99520\n  end_ms: 101340\n- text: Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n  start_ms: 101340\n  end_ms: 103410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 103410\nplain: |-\n  (Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n  Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n\n  On my mama, he not lyin'\n  Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n\n  Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n  Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n  Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\n  Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n  You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n  Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n\n  These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n  Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n\n  Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n  All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n"},{"id":20578403,"name":"Microwave","trackName":"Microwave","artistName":"Ro$ama","albumName":"Orange Tape","duration":107.52,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Say Breezy, haha)\n\nAy, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\nNigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\nReally been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\nReally got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\nCan't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\nHit up Ro$ama to get her\n\nOn my mama, he not lyin'\nBeen chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\nThey sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\nWe them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\nYou a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n\nHuh, damn, I done did it again\nSpinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\nSaid, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\nKeep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\nI'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\nDon't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\nWhy you still on the block? It's the way that I live\nYou ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\nPlus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\nMake a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n\nThese niggas pussy, I know how they feel\nThey the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\nIn the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\nTouch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n\nYeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\nAlmost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\nAll of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\nCome a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\nNigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\nRaised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\nJump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\nOnly strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\nEver hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\nGet your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.58] (Say Breezy, haha)\n[00:11.36] Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n[00:14.66] Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n[00:16.51] Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n[00:18.85] Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n[00:21.53] Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n[00:23.98] Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n[00:25.41] On my mama, he not lyin'\n[00:26.75] Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n[00:30.28] They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n[00:33.84] We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n[00:37.99] You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n[00:42.45] Huh, damn, I done did it again\n[00:45.57] Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n[00:49.11] Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n[00:51.19] Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n[00:53.17] I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n[00:55.20] Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n[00:57.02] Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n[00:58.80] You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n[01:00.73] Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n[01:02.70] Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n[01:04.66] These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n[01:06.53] They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n[01:08.44] In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n[01:10.35] Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n[01:13.00] Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n[01:16.62] Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n[01:20.24] 14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n[01:23.90] All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n[01:28.45] Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n[01:31.72] Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n[01:33.47] Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n[01:35.72] Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n[01:37.34] Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n[01:39.52] Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n[01:41.34] Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n[01:43.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Microwave\n  artist: Ro$ama\n  album: Orange Tape\n  duration_ms: 107520\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 8580\n  end_ms: 11360\n- text: Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  start_ms: 11360\n  end_ms: 14660\n- text: Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  start_ms: 14660\n  end_ms: 16510\n- text: Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  start_ms: 16510\n  end_ms: 18850\n- text: Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  start_ms: 18850\n  end_ms: 21530\n- text: Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n  start_ms: 21530\n  end_ms: 23980\n- text: Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n  start_ms: 23980\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: On my mama, he not lyin'\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 42450\n- text: Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  start_ms: 42450\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n  start_ms: 49110\n  end_ms: 51190\n- text: Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  start_ms: 51190\n  end_ms: 53170\n- text: I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 53170\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 58800\n- text: You ain't never been shot? 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It's the way that I live\n  You ain't never been shot? 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It's the way that I live\n  You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n  Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n\n  These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n  Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n\n  Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n  All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n"},{"id":36049093,"name":"Microwave","trackName":"Microwave","artistName":"Ro$ama","albumName":"Airplane Mode","duration":107.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Say Breezy, haha)\n\nAy, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\nNigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\nReally been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\nReally got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\nCan't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\nHit up Ro$ama to get her\n\nOn my mama, he not lyin'\nBeen chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\nThey sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\nWe them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\nYou a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n\nHuh, damn, I done did it again\nSpinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\nSaid, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\nKeep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\nI'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\nDon't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\nWhy you still on the block? 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It's the way that I live\n[00:58.80] You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n[01:00.73] Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n[01:02.70] Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n[01:04.66] These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n[01:06.53] They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n[01:08.44] In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n[01:10.35] Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n[01:13.00] Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n[01:16.62] Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n[01:20.24] 14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n[01:23.90] All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n[01:28.45] Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n[01:31.72] Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n[01:33.47] Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n[01:35.72] Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n[01:37.34] Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n[01:39.52] Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n[01:41.34] Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n[01:43.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Microwave\n  artist: Ro$ama\n  album: Airplane Mode\n  duration_ms: 107000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 8580\n  end_ms: 11360\n- text: Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  start_ms: 11360\n  end_ms: 14660\n- text: Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  start_ms: 14660\n  end_ms: 16510\n- text: Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  start_ms: 16510\n  end_ms: 18850\n- text: Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  start_ms: 18850\n  end_ms: 21530\n- text: Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n  start_ms: 21530\n  end_ms: 23980\n- text: Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n  start_ms: 23980\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: On my mama, he not lyin'\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 42450\n- text: Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  start_ms: 42450\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n  start_ms: 49110\n  end_ms: 51190\n- text: Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  start_ms: 51190\n  end_ms: 53170\n- text: I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 53170\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 58800\n- text: You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n  start_ms: 58800\n  end_ms: 60730\n- text: Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  start_ms: 60730\n  end_ms: 62700\n- text: Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n  start_ms: 62700\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 66530\n- text: They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  start_ms: 66530\n  end_ms: 68440\n- text: In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n  start_ms: 68440\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 73000\n- text: Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  start_ms: 73000\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 80240\n- text: 14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n  start_ms: 80240\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 88450\n- text: Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  start_ms: 88450\n  end_ms: 91720\n- text: Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  start_ms: 91720\n  end_ms: 93470\n- text: Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  start_ms: 93470\n  end_ms: 95720\n- text: Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  start_ms: 95720\n  end_ms: 97340\n- text: Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  start_ms: 97340\n  end_ms: 99520\n- text: Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  start_ms: 99520\n  end_ms: 101340\n- text: Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n  start_ms: 101340\n  end_ms: 103410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 103410\nplain: |-\n  (Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n  Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n\n  On my mama, he not lyin'\n  Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n\n  Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n  Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n  Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\n  Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n  You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n  Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n\n  These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n  Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n\n  Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n  All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n"},{"id":38973715,"name":"Microwave","trackName":"Microwave","artistName":"Ro$ama","albumName":"Orange Tape","duration":120.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Say Breezy, haha)\n\nAy, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\nNigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\nReally been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\nReally got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\nCan't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\nHit up Ro$ama to get her\n\nOn my mama, he not lyin'\nBeen chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\nThey sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\nWe them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\nYou a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n\nHuh, damn, I done did it again\nSpinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\nSaid, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\nKeep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\nI'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\nDon't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\nWhy you still on the block? It's the way that I live\nYou ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\nPlus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\nMake a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n\nThese niggas pussy, I know how they feel\nThey the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\nIn the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\nTouch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n\nYeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\nAlmost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\nAll of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\nCome a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\nNigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\nRaised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\nJump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\nOnly strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\nEver hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\nGet your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.58](Say Breezy, haha)\n[00:11.36]Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n[00:14.66]Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n[00:16.51]Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n[00:18.85]Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n[00:21.53]Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n[00:23.98]Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n[00:25.41]On my mama, he not lyin'\n[00:26.75]Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n[00:30.28]They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n[00:33.84]We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n[00:37.99]You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n[00:42.45]Huh, damn, I done did it again\n[00:45.57]Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n[00:49.11]Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n[00:51.19]Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n[00:53.17]I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n[00:55.20]Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n[00:57.02]Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n[00:58.80]You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n[01:00.73]Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n[01:02.70]Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n[01:04.66]These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n[01:06.53]They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n[01:08.44]In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n[01:10.35]Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n[01:13.00]Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n[01:16.62]Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n[01:20.24]14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n[01:23.90]All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n[01:28.45]Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n[01:31.72]Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n[01:33.47]Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n[01:35.72]Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n[01:37.34]Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n[01:39.52]Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n[01:41.34]Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n[01:43.41]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Microwave\n  artist: Ro$ama\n  album: Orange Tape\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 8580\n  end_ms: 11360\n- text: Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  start_ms: 11360\n  end_ms: 14660\n- text: Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  start_ms: 14660\n  end_ms: 16510\n- text: Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  start_ms: 16510\n  end_ms: 18850\n- text: Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  start_ms: 18850\n  end_ms: 21530\n- text: Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n  start_ms: 21530\n  end_ms: 23980\n- text: Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n  start_ms: 23980\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: On my mama, he not lyin'\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 37990\n- text: You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n  start_ms: 37990\n  end_ms: 42450\n- text: Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  start_ms: 42450\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49110\n- text: Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n  start_ms: 49110\n  end_ms: 51190\n- text: Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  start_ms: 51190\n  end_ms: 53170\n- text: I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 53170\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 58800\n- text: You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n  start_ms: 58800\n  end_ms: 60730\n- text: Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  start_ms: 60730\n  end_ms: 62700\n- text: Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n  start_ms: 62700\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 66530\n- text: They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  start_ms: 66530\n  end_ms: 68440\n- text: In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n  start_ms: 68440\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 73000\n- text: Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  start_ms: 73000\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 80240\n- text: 14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n  start_ms: 80240\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 88450\n- text: Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  start_ms: 88450\n  end_ms: 91720\n- text: Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  start_ms: 91720\n  end_ms: 93470\n- text: Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  start_ms: 93470\n  end_ms: 95720\n- text: Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  start_ms: 95720\n  end_ms: 97340\n- text: Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  start_ms: 97340\n  end_ms: 99520\n- text: Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  start_ms: 99520\n  end_ms: 101340\n- text: Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n  start_ms: 101340\n  end_ms: 103410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 103410\nplain: |-\n  (Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  Can't fuck with the ho, can't find a lick, then the ho done\n  Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n\n  On my mama, he not lyin'\n  Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' big threes (on God)\n\n  Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to get in\n  Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down here\"\n  Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\n  Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n  You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n  Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jaliya\n\n  These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field\n  Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)\n\n  Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate to send light (bling)\n  All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n"},{"id":28583949,"name":"Microwave","trackName":"Microwave","artistName":"Ro$ama/BigXthaPlug","albumName":"Orange Tape","duration":108.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Say Breezy, haha)\n\nAy, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\nNigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\nReally been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\nReally got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\nCan't fuck with the ho, can't think I'm a lick, then the ho done\nHit up Ro$ama to get her\n\nOn my mama, he not lyin'\nBeen chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\nThey sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\nWe them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\nYou a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' Big3s (on God)\n\nHuh, damn, I done did it again\nSpinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to give in\nSaid, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down Ms\"\nKeep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\nI'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\nDon't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n\nWhy you still on the block? It's the way that I live\nYou ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\nPlus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\nMake a big nigga do a backflip like Jeleel\n\nThese niggas pussy, I know how they feel\nThey the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\nIn the water with sharks, I got pads in that field\nTouch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like a hill (IDuudIt)\n\nYeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\nAlmost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate the sunlight (bling)\nAll of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\nCome a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\nNigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\nRaised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\nJump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\nOnly strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\nEver hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\nGet your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.53] (Say Breezy, haha)\n[00:11.38] Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n[00:14.61] Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n[00:16.54] Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n[00:18.82] Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n[00:21.51] Can't fuck with the ho, can't think I'm a lick, then the ho done\n[00:23.96] Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n[00:25.46] On my mama, he not lyin'\n[00:26.75] Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n[00:30.21] They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n[00:33.98] We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n[00:37.92] You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' Big3s (on God)\n[00:42.49] Huh, damn, I done did it again\n[00:45.53] Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to give in\n[00:49.12] Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down Ms\"\n[00:51.17] Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n[00:53.19] I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n[00:55.10] Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n[00:57.01] Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live\n[00:58.82] You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill\n[01:00.72] Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n[01:02.60] Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jeleel\n[01:04.69] These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n[01:06.56] They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n[01:08.46] In the water with sharks, I got pads in that field\n[01:10.34] Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like a hill (IDuudIt)\n[01:13.01] Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n[01:16.58] Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n[01:20.11] 14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate the sunlight (bling)\n[01:23.92] All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n[01:28.54] Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n[01:31.74] Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n[01:33.41] Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n[01:35.75] Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n[01:37.38] Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n[01:39.53] Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n[01:41.36] Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n[01:43.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Microwave\n  artist: Ro$ama/BigXthaPlug\n  album: Orange Tape\n  duration_ms: 108000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Say Breezy, haha)\n  start_ms: 8530\n  end_ms: 11380\n- text: Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside\n  start_ms: 11380\n  end_ms: 14610\n- text: Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied\n  start_ms: 14610\n  end_ms: 16540\n- text: Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline\n  start_ms: 16540\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 21510\n- text: Can't fuck with the ho, can't think I'm a lick, then the ho done\n  start_ms: 21510\n  end_ms: 23960\n- text: Hit up Ro$ama to get her\n  start_ms: 23960\n  end_ms: 25460\n- text: On my mama, he not lyin'\n  start_ms: 25460\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 30210\n- text: They sign out, you can't even speak, nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T\n  start_ms: 30210\n  end_ms: 33980\n- text: We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z\n  start_ms: 33980\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' Big3s (on God)\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 42490\n- text: Huh, damn, I done did it again\n  start_ms: 42490\n  end_ms: 45530\n- text: Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to give in\n  start_ms: 45530\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Said, \"I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down Ms\"\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 53190\n- text: I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live\n  start_ms: 53190\n  end_ms: 55100\n- text: Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give\n  start_ms: 55100\n  end_ms: 57010\n- text: Why you still on the block? 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They don't know how to kill\n  Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel\n  Make a big nigga do a backflip like Jeleel\n\n  These niggas pussy, I know how they feel\n  They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill\n  In the water with sharks, I got pads in that field\n  Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like a hill (IDuudIt)\n\n  Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)\n  Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)\n  14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate the sunlight (bling)\n  All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)\n\n  Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)\n  Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)\n  Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)\n  Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)\n  Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)\n  Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)\n  Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch\n"}]