[{"id":5898907,"name":"Payday","trackName":"Payday","artistName":"ShittyBoyz","albumName":"Trifecta","duration":123.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm OT, somewhere chilling on the beach\nFly a lil' baddie out\nOnly if you be discreet\nDon't let the glasses fool you\nI am not a geek\nI'm the type to still run it up\nIf I ain't have no feet\nDick put her straight to sleep\nThis some NyQuil\nStill reminiscing 'bout the wounds\nThat did not heal\nDamn, this bitch thicker than some oatmeal\nPlease tell me how you slid down\nAnd ain't get no kill\nHunnid rounder\nLeave a Scat Pack with no wheels\nI don't gotta let that bitch off\nI bet bro will\nShooting layups but you miss them\nBitches? You got no skill\nHave my shooters run the triangle\nLike I'm coach Phil i'm too blowed\nThree-five of the White Runtz\nThis shit too strong\nBankroll sеven-seven likе Manute Bol\nPush a button in the spaceship\nNow the coupe gone\nRIP Virgil, if I spin around, it's a X on me\nIn a bay, thirty in my clip\nThat's a Steph on me\nLike it's payday, fuck around\nDrop a check on me pull up, drop fifty\nI ain't even gotta stretch on me\nDrop a couple shells, fuck around\nGet his taco blew\nI don't like to wrestle, if it's up\nPut the Glock on you\nLil' bro ain't jamming 201s if\nHe slide on you\nYou ain't doing shit for yo team\nYou don't lob no 'oops\nTryna get a mill'\nI don't care about popularity\nThey tryna rap like us like a parrot\nDid the dash, she like, \"Hold on stop, boy\nYou scaring me\"\nPull up with one or seven hoes, Linsanity\nHeard you out here running 'round\nLike a headless chicken\nBent her over then I slammed\nDunk like I'm Miles Bridges\nNiggas tryna take a mile?\nWe'll give him inches\nThe money counter keep jamming\nGive me some assistance\nScam this, jam that, I don't sell grams\nYou headed towards work\nI'm just waiting on the mailman\nOff a V cut, I need a Phantom, hot as hell\nMan get the payment then I block his ass\nCan you spell \"ham\"?\nB22s, Dior kicks, this Dior drip\nHotter than a fuck, one me, I got four blicks\nGot this shit up out the mud\nWasn't born rich scam star, rap star\nHeaded towards the Forbes list\nPush start the whip, hop in and I stab off\nPull up on her, Goose X Dior\nShe gon' grab balls\nBeen punching five plus\nI been doing half offs\nSwinging sticks at the opps like\nThey throwing fast balls\nKeep a sack, got the hoes tryna tackle me\nBitch put that crazy head on\nShe done baffled me\nI was in school with more\nPape' than a faculty\nIn Miami I was hitting hoes\nWith the plastic cheeks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Payday\n  artist: ShittyBoyz\n  album: Trifecta\n  duration_ms: 123000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm OT, somewhere chilling on the beach\n  Fly a lil' baddie out\n  Only if you be discreet\n  Don't let the glasses fool you\n  I am not a geek\n  I'm the type to still run it up\n  If I ain't have no feet\n  Dick put her straight to sleep\n  This some NyQuil\n  Still reminiscing 'bout the wounds\n  That did not heal\n  Damn, this bitch thicker than some oatmeal\n  Please tell me how you slid down\n  And ain't get no kill\n  Hunnid rounder\n  Leave a Scat Pack with no wheels\n  I don't gotta let that bitch off\n  I bet bro will\n  Shooting layups but you miss them\n  Bitches? You got no skill\n  Have my shooters run the triangle\n  Like I'm coach Phil i'm too blowed\n  Three-five of the White Runtz\n  This shit too strong\n  Bankroll sеven-seven likе Manute Bol\n  Push a button in the spaceship\n  Now the coupe gone\n  RIP Virgil, if I spin around, it's a X on me\n  In a bay, thirty in my clip\n  That's a Steph on me\n  Like it's payday, fuck around\n  Drop a check on me pull up, drop fifty\n  I ain't even gotta stretch on me\n  Drop a couple shells, fuck around\n  Get his taco blew\n  I don't like to wrestle, if it's up\n  Put the Glock on you\n  Lil' bro ain't jamming 201s if\n  He slide on you\n  You ain't doing shit for yo team\n  You don't lob no 'oops\n  Tryna get a mill'\n  I don't care about popularity\n  They tryna rap like us like a parrot\n  Did the dash, she like, \"Hold on stop, boy\n  You scaring me\"\n  Pull up with one or seven hoes, Linsanity\n  Heard you out here running 'round\n  Like a headless chicken\n  Bent her over then I slammed\n  Dunk like I'm Miles Bridges\n  Niggas tryna take a mile?\n  We'll give him inches\n  The money counter keep jamming\n  Give me some assistance\n  Scam this, jam that, I don't sell grams\n  You headed towards work\n  I'm just waiting on the mailman\n  Off a V cut, I need a Phantom, hot as hell\n  Man get the payment then I block his ass\n  Can you spell \"ham\"?\n  B22s, Dior kicks, this Dior drip\n  Hotter than a fuck, one me, I got four blicks\n  Got this shit up out the mud\n  Wasn't born rich scam star, rap star\n  Headed towards the Forbes list\n  Push start the whip, hop in and I stab off\n  Pull up on her, Goose X Dior\n  She gon' grab balls\n  Been punching five plus\n  I been doing half offs\n  Swinging sticks at the opps like\n  They throwing fast balls\n  Keep a sack, got the hoes tryna tackle me\n  Bitch put that crazy head on\n  She done baffled me\n  I was in school with more\n  Pape' than a faculty\n  In Miami I was hitting hoes\n  With the plastic cheeks\n"}]