[{"id":31077871,"name":"T.D.A.","trackName":"T.D.A.","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"Special Edition Grandmaster Deluxe","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woah\n\nMy phone was off\n\nI ain't see your call\nI ain't just tryna smash\nI'm tryna do some yoga with you\nI'm tryna watch Insecure\nNah, baby, I don't know that girl\n\nI bet she go to Kodak Black\nFuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you\nThink of things you and I can do (I can do)\nWe get sashimi\nMan, she my Heihachi kickin' your\nBitch out the party whenever she see me\nOne and a two and a three and a four\nCount all my scratch like I'm keying a car (Count up)\nWhat's the occasion? Why you at the bar with your friends?\nYou wanna tell me again?\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nNew outfit and them heels match with it\n\nGot your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\nIt's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\nFinna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n(What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n(Margarita with the rum)\n\nHard to read it when you drunk\n\nI can see it from the front\nComo te llamas? You want it, I got it\nA couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n(Like hundreds of dollars?)\nLike thousands of dollars\nI don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nOh, work, work\nWalk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\nBust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\nWork it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\nGirl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\nMaybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\nFifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\nStrip out your birthday suit\nI can see that ass poke from the front end\nGirl, yeah, you so fine\nYou so fine, you blow my mind\nDrop it down, it get ugly\nShow them other girls it's nothin'\n\nKeisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\nOne hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\nShe at the show, front row, goin' stupid\nThe first time I met her, chose with the pick\nIt might be the solid gold in my teeth\nIt might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nYou did good, baby\nGood job, Larry\n\nWoke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\nOn my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\nCards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\nCrack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\nSlide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\nBaby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\nThat's what I told her when I seen her\nShe was looking like some real work\nSo it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\nDamn, fuck this shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: T.D.A.\n  artist: The Cool Kids\n  album: Special Edition Grandmaster Deluxe\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Woah\n\n  My phone was off\n\n  I ain't see your call\n  I ain't just tryna smash\n  I'm tryna do some yoga with you\n  I'm tryna watch Insecure\n  Nah, baby, I don't know that girl\n\n  I bet she go to Kodak Black\n  Fuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you\n  Think of things you and I can do (I can do)\n  We get sashimi\n  Man, she my Heihachi kickin' your\n  Bitch out the party whenever she see me\n  One and a two and a three and a four\n  Count all my scratch like I'm keying a car (Count up)\n  What's the occasion? Why you at the bar with your friends?\n  You wanna tell me again?\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  New outfit and them heels match with it\n\n  Got your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\n  It's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\n  Finna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n  (What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n  (Margarita with the rum)\n\n  Hard to read it when you drunk\n\n  I can see it from the front\n  Como te llamas? You want it, I got it\n  A couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n  (Like hundreds of dollars?)\n  Like thousands of dollars\n  I don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  Oh, work, work\n  Walk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\n  Bust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\n  Work it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\n  Girl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\n  Maybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\n  Fifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\n  Strip out your birthday suit\n  I can see that ass poke from the front end\n  Girl, yeah, you so fine\n  You so fine, you blow my mind\n  Drop it down, it get ugly\n  Show them other girls it's nothin'\n\n  Keisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\n  One hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\n  She at the show, front row, goin' stupid\n  The first time I met her, chose with the pick\n  It might be the solid gold in my teeth\n  It might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  You did good, baby\n  Good job, Larry\n\n  Woke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\n  On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\n  Cards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\n  Crack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\n  Slide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\n  Baby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\n  That's what I told her when I seen her\n  She was looking like some real work\n  So it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\n  Damn, fuck this shit\n"},{"id":35315293,"name":"T.D.A.","trackName":"T.D.A.","artistName":"The Cool Kids A‐Trak Reese LaFlare Larry June","albumName":"Special Edition Grandmaster Deluxe","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woah\n\nMy phone was off\n\nI ain't see your call\nI ain't just tryna smash\nI'm tryna do some yoga with you\nI'm tryna watch Insecure\nNah, baby, I don't know that girl\n\nI bet she go to Kodak Black\nFuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you\nThink of things you and I can do (I can do)\nWe get sashimi\nMan, she my Heihachi kickin' your\nBitch out the party whenever she see me\nOne and a two and a three and a four\nCount all my scratch like I'm keying a car (Count up)\nWhat's the occasion? Why you at the bar with your friends?\nYou wanna tell me again?\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nNew outfit and them heels match with it\n\nGot your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\nIt's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\nFinna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n(What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n(Margarita with the rum)\n\nHard to read it when you drunk\n\nI can see it from the front\nComo te llamas? You want it, I got it\nA couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n(Like hundreds of dollars?)\nLike thousands of dollars\nI don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nOh, work, work\nWalk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\nBust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\nWork it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\nGirl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\nMaybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\nFifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\nStrip out your birthday suit\nI can see that ass poke from the front end\nGirl, yeah, you so fine\nYou so fine, you blow my mind\nDrop it down, it get ugly\nShow them other girls it's nothin'\n\nKeisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\nOne hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\nShe at the show, front row, goin' stupid\nThe first time I met her, chose with the pick\nIt might be the solid gold in my teeth\nIt might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nYou did good, baby\nGood job, Larry\n\nWoke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\nOn my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\nCards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\nCrack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\nSlide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\nBaby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\nThat's what I told her when I seen her\nShe was looking like some real work\nSo it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\nDamn, fuck this shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: T.D.A.\n  artist: The Cool Kids A‐Trak Reese LaFlare Larry June\n  album: Special Edition Grandmaster Deluxe\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Woah\n\n  My phone was off\n\n  I ain't see your call\n  I ain't just tryna smash\n  I'm tryna do some yoga with you\n  I'm tryna watch Insecure\n  Nah, baby, I don't know that girl\n\n  I bet she go to Kodak Black\n  Fuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you\n  Think of things you and I can do (I can do)\n  We get sashimi\n  Man, she my Heihachi kickin' your\n  Bitch out the party whenever she see me\n  One and a two and a three and a four\n  Count all my scratch like I'm keying a car (Count up)\n  What's the occasion? Why you at the bar with your friends?\n  You wanna tell me again?\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  New outfit and them heels match with it\n\n  Got your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\n  It's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\n  Finna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n  (What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n  (Margarita with the rum)\n\n  Hard to read it when you drunk\n\n  I can see it from the front\n  Como te llamas? You want it, I got it\n  A couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n  (Like hundreds of dollars?)\n  Like thousands of dollars\n  I don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  Oh, work, work\n  Walk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\n  Bust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\n  Work it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\n  Girl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\n  Maybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\n  Fifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\n  Strip out your birthday suit\n  I can see that ass poke from the front end\n  Girl, yeah, you so fine\n  You so fine, you blow my mind\n  Drop it down, it get ugly\n  Show them other girls it's nothin'\n\n  Keisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\n  One hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\n  She at the show, front row, goin' stupid\n  The first time I met her, chose with the pick\n  It might be the solid gold in my teeth\n  It might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  You did good, baby\n  Good job, Larry\n\n  Woke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\n  On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\n  Cards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\n  Crack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\n  Slide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\n  Baby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\n  That's what I told her when I seen her\n  She was looking like some real work\n  So it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\n  Damn, fuck this shit\n"},{"id":29471773,"name":"T.D.A.","trackName":"T.D.A.","artistName":"The Cool Kids feat. A‐Trak, Reese Laflare & Larry June","albumName":"Special Edition Grandmaster Deluxe","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woah\n\nMy phone was off\n\nI ain't see your call\nI ain't just tryna smash\nI'm tryna do some yoga with you\nI'm tryna watch Insecure\nNah, baby, I don't know that girl\n\nI bet she go to Kodak Black\nFuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you\nThink of things you and I can do (I can do)\nWe get sashimi\nMan, she my Heihachi kickin' your\nBitch out the party whenever she see me\nOne and a two and a three and a four\nCount all my scratch like I'm keying a car (Count up)\nWhat's the occasion? Why you at the bar with your friends?\nYou wanna tell me again?\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nNew outfit and them heels match with it\n\nGot your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\nIt's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\nFinna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n(What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n(Margarita with the rum)\n\nHard to read it when you drunk\n\nI can see it from the front\nComo te llamas? You want it, I got it\nA couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n(Like hundreds of dollars?)\nLike thousands of dollars\nI don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nOh, work, work\nWalk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\nBust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\nWork it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\nGirl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\nMaybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\nFifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\nStrip out your birthday suit\nI can see that ass poke from the front end\nGirl, yeah, you so fine\nYou so fine, you blow my mind\nDrop it down, it get ugly\nShow them other girls it's nothin'\n\nKeisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\nOne hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\nShe at the show, front row, goin' stupid\nThe first time I met her, chose with the pick\nIt might be the solid gold in my teeth\nIt might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nYou did good, baby\nGood job, Larry\n\nWoke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\nOn my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\nCards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\nCrack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\nSlide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\nBaby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\nThat's what I told her when I seen her\nShe was looking like some real work\nSo it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\nDamn, fuck this shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: T.D.A.\n  artist: The Cool Kids feat. 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Why you at the bar with your friends?\n  You wanna tell me again?\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  New outfit and them heels match with it\n\n  Got your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\n  It's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\n  Finna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n  (What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n  (Margarita with the rum)\n\n  Hard to read it when you drunk\n\n  I can see it from the front\n  Como te llamas? You want it, I got it\n  A couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n  (Like hundreds of dollars?)\n  Like thousands of dollars\n  I don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  Oh, work, work\n  Walk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\n  Bust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\n  Work it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\n  Girl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\n  Maybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\n  Fifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\n  Strip out your birthday suit\n  I can see that ass poke from the front end\n  Girl, yeah, you so fine\n  You so fine, you blow my mind\n  Drop it down, it get ugly\n  Show them other girls it's nothin'\n\n  Keisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\n  One hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\n  She at the show, front row, goin' stupid\n  The first time I met her, chose with the pick\n  It might be the solid gold in my teeth\n  It might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  You did good, baby\n  Good job, Larry\n\n  Woke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\n  On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\n  Cards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\n  Crack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\n  Slide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\n  Baby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\n  That's what I told her when I seen her\n  She was looking like some real work\n  So it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\n  Damn, fuck this shit\n"},{"id":29343971,"name":"T.D.A.","trackName":"T.D.A.","artistName":"The Cool Kids feat. 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Why you at the bar with your friends?\nYou wanna tell me again?\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nNew outfit and them heels match with it\n\nGot your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\nIt's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\nFinna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n(What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n(Margarita with the rum)\n\nHard to read it when you drunk\n\nI can see it from the front\nComo te llamas? You want it, I got it\nA couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n(Like hundreds of dollars?)\nLike thousands of dollars\nI don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nOh, work, work\nWalk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\nBust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\nWork it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\nGirl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\nMaybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\nFifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\nStrip out your birthday suit\nI can see that ass poke from the front end\nGirl, yeah, you so fine\nYou so fine, you blow my mind\nDrop it down, it get ugly\nShow them other girls it's nothin'\n\nKeisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\nOne hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\nShe at the show, front row, goin' stupid\nThe first time I met her, chose with the pick\nIt might be the solid gold in my teeth\nIt might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nYou did good, baby\nGood job, Larry\n\nWoke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\nOn my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\nCards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\nCrack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\nSlide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\nBaby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\nThat's what I told her when I seen her\nShe was looking like some real work\nSo it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\nDamn, fuck this shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: T.D.A.\n  artist: The Cool Kids feat. 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Why you at the bar with your friends?\n  You wanna tell me again?\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  New outfit and them heels match with it\n\n  Got your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\n  It's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\n  Finna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n  (What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n  (Margarita with the rum)\n\n  Hard to read it when you drunk\n\n  I can see it from the front\n  Como te llamas? You want it, I got it\n  A couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n  (Like hundreds of dollars?)\n  Like thousands of dollars\n  I don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  Oh, work, work\n  Walk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\n  Bust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\n  Work it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\n  Girl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\n  Maybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\n  Fifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\n  Strip out your birthday suit\n  I can see that ass poke from the front end\n  Girl, yeah, you so fine\n  You so fine, you blow my mind\n  Drop it down, it get ugly\n  Show them other girls it's nothin'\n\n  Keisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\n  One hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\n  She at the show, front row, goin' stupid\n  The first time I met her, chose with the pick\n  It might be the solid gold in my teeth\n  It might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? 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Why you at the bar with your friends?\nYou wanna tell me again?\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nNew outfit and them heels match with it\n\nGot your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\nIt's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\nFinna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n(What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n(Margarita with the rum)\n\nHard to read it when you drunk\n\nI can see it from the front\nComo te llamas? You want it, I got it\nA couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n(Like hundreds of dollars?)\nLike thousands of dollars\nI don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nOh, work, work\nWalk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\nBust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\nWork it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\nGirl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\nMaybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\nFifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\nStrip out your birthday suit\nI can see that ass poke from the front end\nGirl, yeah, you so fine\nYou so fine, you blow my mind\nDrop it down, it get ugly\nShow them other girls it's nothin'\n\nKeisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\nOne hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\nShe at the show, front row, goin' stupid\nThe first time I met her, chose with the pick\nIt might be the solid gold in my teeth\nIt might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\nYou know that it's my birthday today\nMy friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\nDress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\nI'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\nTalk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nYou ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\nOh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\nWhere he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\nIt's your birthday (It's my birthday)\nGot a new thing? (I got a new thing)\nBrought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\nYou want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\nWell, work\n\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\nWork (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\nYou did good, baby\nGood job, Larry\n\nWoke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\nOn my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\nCards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\nCrack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\nSlide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\nBaby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\nThat's what I told her when I seen her\nShe was looking like some real work\nSo it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\nDamn, fuck this shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: T.D.A. (feat. 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Why you at the bar with your friends?\n  You wanna tell me again?\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  New outfit and them heels match with it\n\n  Got your hair done, now your nails gettin' painted\n  It's your day, do your thing, babysitter with your children\n  Finna quit your baby daddy and get you a new nigga\n  (What's up?) Whole thing matchin' up\n  (Margarita with the rum)\n\n  Hard to read it when you drunk\n\n  I can see it from the front\n  Como te llamas? You want it, I got it\n  A couple of commas, like hundreds of dollars\n  (Like hundreds of dollars?)\n  Like thousands of dollars\n  I don't even feel like talkin' about it\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  Oh, work, work\n  Walk like you on a runway or somethin', ayy, ayy\n\n  Bust it like your birthday on a Sunday, ayy, ayy\n\n  Work it out like you was hiking Runyon, ayy\n  Girl, your friend, bring that drink and come hit up my function\n  Maybe go spend a lil' money, ayy\n  Fifties and hundreds ain't nothin', ayy\n  Strip out your birthday suit\n  I can see that ass poke from the front end\n  Girl, yeah, you so fine\n  You so fine, you blow my mind\n  Drop it down, it get ugly\n  Show them other girls it's nothin'\n\n  Keisha, Nisha, Rhonda, Teresa\n\n  One hoes, two hoes, three hoes, I'm eatin'\n\n  She at the show, front row, goin' stupid\n  The first time I met her, chose with the pick\n  It might be the solid gold in my teeth\n  It might be the Valentines on my feet, sock it to me\n\n  You know that it's my birthday today\n  My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades\n  Dress fittin' right so I can show off my shape\n  I'm a couple glasses in, shakin' ass on the table\n\n  Talk about it's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay)\n  Oh, you got a man? (Yeah, I got a man)\n  Where he at then? (I don't know, I don't know)\n  It's your birthday (It's my birthday)\n  Got a new thing? (I got a new thing)\n  Brought a few friends? (I brought a few friends)\n  You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz)\n  Well, work\n\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n  Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)\n\n  You did good, baby\n  Good job, Larry\n\n  Woke up in the mansion, real healthy livin'\n  On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims\n  Cards with no limit, lobster tails with a lil' lemon\n  Crack my rim, leaving Monterrey hittin' 120\n  Slide to the O, hit my nigga Ox, what it do?\n  Baby, I ain't never met a woman that was like you\n  That's what I told her when I seen her\n  She was looking like some real work\n  So it sucks for me to tell you that this'll never work\n  Damn, fuck this shit\n"}]