[{"id":29175468,"name":"From The D To The A (feat. Lil Yachty)","trackName":"From The D To The A (feat. 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8 bands\n[00:26.16] Hit the store and get some rubber bands\n[00:27.79] Let's get straight to it\n[00:28.82] Everybody come together, everybody got the plan\n[00:31.08] He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass\n[00:33.58] Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast\n[00:36.06] Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat\n[00:38.03] Secure the bag, nigga\n[00:38.94] Oh, A bag secure, that's on my mama, bro\n[00:41.14] Asian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow\n[00:43.57] Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle\n[00:45.85] Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag\n[00:48.29] Niggas only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags\n[00:50.78] All up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag\n[00:53.23] I'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm callin'\n[00:56.06] If I need help, I'll dial it by my se-celf\n[00:58.00] You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location\n[01:00.47] I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)\n[01:02.78] Chop with the laser, get decapitated\n[01:05.11] Can't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)\n[01:07.98] Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\n[01:10.40] Ain't no disrespect without retaliation\n[01:12.65] Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\n[01:14.75] Text her later like, \"I'm done with you\n[01:16.25] I got a situation, baby\"\n[01:17.77] Well shit, bro, let me get her then\n[01:19.97] I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den\n[01:22.44] Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan\n[01:24.87] Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban\n[01:26.97] Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go\n[01:29.88] Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\n[01:32.33] Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\n[01:34.53] Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n[01:37.08] You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\n[01:39.56] I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\n[01:41.82] Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\n[01:44.17] Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n[01:46.52] Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n[01:49.26] If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n[01:51.50] In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n[01:53.77] Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n[01:56.43] Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n[01:58.26] They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n[02:00.76] Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n[02:03.21] Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration\n[02:05.79] We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out\n[02:08.43] Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out\n[02:10.82] Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out\n[02:13.18] In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down\n[02:15.63] From the D to the A, put respect on it\n[02:18.24] If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?\n[02:20.64] I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth\n[02:22.73] I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease\n[02:25.29] Lease, nigga\n[02:26.19] Chain on my dresser next to my indictment\n[02:28.09] When they said not guilty I was so excited\n[02:30.36] From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty\n[02:32.66] Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'\n[02:35.23] Bitch!\n[02:36.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: From The D To The A (feat. 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location\n  I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)\n  Chop with the laser, get decapitated\n  Can't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)\n  Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\n  Ain't no disrespect without retaliation\n  Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\n  Text her later like, \"I'm done with you\n  I got a situation, baby\"\n\n  Well shit, bro, let me get her then\n  I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den\n  Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan\n  Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban\n\n  Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go\n  Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\n  Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\n  Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n\n  You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\n  I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\n  Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\n  Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n\n  Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n  If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n  In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n  Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\n  Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n  They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n  Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n  Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration\n\n  We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out\n  Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out\n  Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out\n  In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down\n\n  From the D to the A, put respect on it\n  If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?\n  I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth\n  I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease\n\n  Lease, nigga\n  Chain on my dresser next to my indictment\n  When they said not guilty I was so excited\n  From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty\n  Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'\n  Bitch!\n"},{"id":11868245,"name":"From the D to the A","trackName":"From the D to the A","artistName":"Tee Grizzley","albumName":"From the D to the A","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Off top, run a nigga out his socks\nNiggas talk more than bitches\nNiggas really be on cock though\nJust fucked a ho out in France\nPaint her face like Picasso\nI iced out my vatos, I'm really up\nBig ass Beamer, big Benz and my Bentley next\nDon't play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex\nWatch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex\nGrizzley up next, I'm up now\nStrap your bullet vest\n\n500 50's, 600 hundreds\n700 20's, let's get straight to it\n800 10's, what's that? 8 bands\nHit the store and get some rubber bands\nLet's get straight to it\nEverybody come together, everybody got the plan\nHe came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass\nHave your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast\nSoon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat\nSecure the bag, nigga\n\nOh, A bag secure, that's on my mama, bro\nAsian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow\nMade that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle\nNot a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag\nNiggas only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags\nAll up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag\nI'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm callin'\nIf I need help, I'll dial it by my se-celf\n\nYou swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location\nI hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)\nChop with the laser, get decapitated\nCan't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)\nNiggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\nAin't no disrespect without retaliation\nFuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\nText her later like, \"I'm done with you\nI got a situation, baby\"\n\nWell shit, bro, let me get her then\nI'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den\nNigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan\nGucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban\n\nLike I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go\nLot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\nTouch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\nDon't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n\nYou the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\nI'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\nBeam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\nGrizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n\nYachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\nIf the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\nIn the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\nPut angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\nMiddle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\nThey plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\nDiamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\nEvery real nigga livin' 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how we drop shit, go\n[01:30.33] Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\n[01:32.82] Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\n[01:34.84] Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n[01:37.40] You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\n[01:39.70] I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\n[01:42.11] Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\n[01:44.52] Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n[01:47.33] Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n[01:49.59] If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n[01:51.98] In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n[01:53.97] Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n[01:56.55] Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n[01:58.40] They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n[02:00.93] Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n[02:03.34] Every real nigga livin' will respect this 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Bitch!\n"},{"id":39409888,"name":"From The D To The A","trackName":"From The D To The A","artistName":"Tee Grizzley","albumName":"From The D To The A (feat. 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(Crazy)\n  Chop with the laser, get decapitated\n  Can't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)\n  Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\n  Ain't no disrespect without retaliation\n  Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\n  Text her later like, \"I'm done with you\n  I got a situation, baby\"\n\n  Well shit, bro, let me get her then\n  I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den\n  Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan\n  Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban\n\n  Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go\n  Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\n  Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\n  Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n\n  You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\n  I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\n  Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\n  Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n\n  Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n  If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n  In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n  Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\n  Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n  They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n  Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n  Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration\n\n  We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out\n  Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out\n  Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out\n  In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down\n\n  From the D to the A, put respect on it\n  If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?\n  I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth\n  I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease\n\n  Lease, nigga\n  Chain on my dresser next to my indictment\n  When they said not guilty I was so excited\n  From the A to the D, bitch you 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location\n  I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)\n  Chop with the laser, get decapitated\n  Can't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)\n  Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\n  Ain't no disrespect without retaliation\n  Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\n  Text her later like, \"I'm done with you\n  I got a situation, baby\"\n\n  Well shit, bro, let me get her then\n  I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den\n  Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan\n  Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban\n\n  Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go\n  Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\n  Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\n  Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n\n  You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\n  I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\n  Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\n  Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n\n  Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n  If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n  In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n  Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\n  Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n  They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n  Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n  Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration\n\n  We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out\n  Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out\n  Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out\n  In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down\n\n  From the D to the A, put respect on it\n  If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?\n  I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth\n  I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease\n\n  Lease, nigga\n  Chain on my dresser next to my indictment\n  When they said not guilty 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 Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n  If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n  In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n  Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\n  Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n  They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n  Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n  Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration\n\n  We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out\n  Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out\n  Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out\n  In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down\n\n  From the D to the A, put respect on it\n  If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?\n  I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth\n  I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease\n\n  Lease, nigga\n  Chain on my dresser next to my indictment\n  When they said not guilty 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 Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n  If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n  In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n  Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\n  Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n  They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n  Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n  Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration\n\n  We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out\n  Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out\n  Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out\n  In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down\n\n  From the D to the A, put respect on it\n  If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?\n  I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth\n  I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease\n\n  Lease, nigga\n  Chain on my dresser next to my indictment\n  When they said not guilty 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his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast\nSoon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat\nSecure the bag, nigga\n\nOh, A bag secure, that's on my mama, bro\nAsian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow\nMade that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle\nNot a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag\nNiggas only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags\nAll up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag\nI'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm callin'\nIf I need help, I'll dial it by my se-celf\n\nYou swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location\nI hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)\nChop with the laser, get decapitated\nCan't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)\nNiggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\nAin't no disrespect without retaliation\nFuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\nText her later like, \"I'm done with you\nI got a situation, baby\"\n\nWell shit, bro, let me get her then\nI'ma dog her out then 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Bitch!\n"},{"id":31748375,"name":"From the D to the A","trackName":"From the D to the A","artistName":"Tee Grizzley feat. 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From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty\n  Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'\n  Bitch!\n"},{"id":11868236,"name":"From the D to the A","trackName":"From the D to the A","artistName":"Tee Grizzley feat. 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From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty\n  Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'\n  Bitch!\n"},{"id":38011040,"name":"From the D to the A","trackName":"From the D to the A","artistName":"Tee Grizzley feat. 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From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty\n  Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'\n  Bitch!\n"},{"id":9027501,"name":"From The D To The A (feat. 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your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast\nSoon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat\nSecure the bag, nigga\n\nOh, A bag secure, that's on my mama, bro\nAsian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow\nMade that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle\nNot a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag\nNiggas only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags\nAll up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag\nI'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm callin'\nIf I need help, I'll dial it by my se-celf\n\nYou swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location\nI hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)\nChop with the laser, get decapitated\nCan't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)\nNiggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\nAin't no disrespect without retaliation\nFuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\nText her later like, \"I'm done with you\nI got a situation, baby\"\n\nWell shit, bro, let me get her then\nI'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den\nNigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan\nGucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban\n\nLike I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go\nLot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\nTouch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\nDon't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n\nYou the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\nI'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\nBeam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\nGrizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n\nYachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\nIf the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\nIn the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\nPut angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\nMiddle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\nThey plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\nDiamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\nEvery real nigga livin' will respect this 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on... this my Jamaican (love one)\n  Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'\n  Ain't no disrespect without retaliation\n  Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement\n  Text her later like, \"I'm done with you\n  I got a situation, baby\"\n\n  Well shit, bro, let me get her then\n  I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den\n  Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan\n  Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban\n\n  Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go\n  Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks\n  Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped\n  Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit\n\n  You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy\n  I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy\n  Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss\n  Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit\n\n  Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)\n  If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n  In the hood, 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Bitch!\n"},{"id":8872474,"name":"From The D To The A (feat. 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for real?)\n  If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons\n  In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys\n  Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?\n\n  Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'\n  They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration\n  Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation\n  Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration\n\n  We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out\n  Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out\n  Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out\n  In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down\n\n  From the D to the A, put respect on it\n  If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?\n  I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth\n  I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease\n\n  Lease, nigga\n  Chain on my dresser next to my indictment\n  When they said not guilty I was so excited\n  From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty\n  Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'\n  Bitch!\n"}]