[{"id":31710260,"name":"Drink The Night Away","trackName":"Drink The Night Away","artistName":"Tyga","albumName":"Black Thoughts Vol. 2","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, line full of b-tches\nhard fine b-tches\nthe shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition\nwanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture\nand if ya aint around lemme give ya a description\ncorks everywhere, hoes everywhere\nloud music playin' heavy smoke in the air\nits cups everywhere, flashin' lights\nbottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...\n\nIt's a celebration\nbottles by the cases\ntonight we goin' all get wasted\nthen we goin' take off like spaceships\nOh, and I dont really want her to leave\n\nOrder bottle after bottle\nShe say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n(we gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)\nAh Mr. Rose Raw\n2 piece suit cuff link on the arm\nSex on the beach and some shots for these broads\nAnd bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs\nWe on the couch leanin' on the wall\nMy old b-tch hit me said I seen you with them hoes\nbut I'm turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone\nI gotta find a freak take her home\nhit the light like uhhhh\nsame day different chick ya'll\ntook girls all around the world up on Crenshaw\nin and out the crib back and forth like ping pong\nme and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross\nI'm the shit so piss off\nbetter yet, find me somethin' to piss on\nI'm too drunk, how I take it this far\nwake up, and do it all again tomorrow\n\nIt's a celebration\nbottles by the cases\ntonight we gon' all get wasted\nthen we gon' take off like spaceships\nbut I dont really want her to leave\n\nUh, order bottle after bottle\nshe say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n(we goin drink the night away,\nwe goin drink the night away)\n\nUh, uh sicker than cancer\ncolder than Aspen\nwest side ridin' wit Tyga\nTiger fur inside the Aston\nMartin dependin' on who askin'?\ngot so many chickens, all my birds in one basket\nand thats a coupe for you, retract the roof for you\nits a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya\nuh thats gangsta, thats fly\nyo baby mamas mama would say I'm one hell of a guy\nwhy do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms\nwhy I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta\n(thats stupid)\nnah n-gga smarter than Bill Gates\nclap ya hands I do it\nwith the sound that still make\nI know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake\nmy hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait\nfor me to go um, 10 times platinum\nand cop more Patron and hatin' n-ggas imagine\n\nIt's a celebration\ntonight we gon' all get wasted\nthen we goin' take off like spaceships\nbut I dont really want her to leave\ndont leave, dont be scared\nIt aint a game, meet me in the bed\nand we gon' drink the night away\nohh I dont really want you to leave baby\nWooah, I don't really want you to leave\ncome celebrate with me baby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Drink The Night Away\n artist: Tyga\n album: Black Thoughts Vol. 2\n duration_ms: 197000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, line full of b-tches\n hard fine b-tches\n the shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition\n wanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture\n and if ya aint around lemme give ya a description\n corks everywhere, hoes everywhere\n loud music playin' heavy smoke in the air\n its cups everywhere, flashin' lights\n bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...\n\n It's a celebration\n bottles by the cases\n tonight we goin' all get wasted\n then we goin' take off like spaceships\n Oh, and I dont really want her to leave\n\n Order bottle after bottle\n She say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n (we gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)\n Ah Mr. Rose Raw\n 2 piece suit cuff link on the arm\n Sex on the beach and some shots for these broads\n And bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs\n We on the couch leanin' on the wall\n My old b-tch hit me said I seen you with them hoes\n but I'm turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone\n I gotta find a freak take her home\n hit the light like uhhhh\n same day different chick ya'll\n took girls all around the world up on Crenshaw\n in and out the crib back and forth like ping pong\n me and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross\n I'm the shit so piss off\n better yet, find me somethin' to piss on\n I'm too drunk, how I take it this far\n wake up, and do it all again tomorrow\n\n It's a celebration\n bottles by the cases\n tonight we gon' all get wasted\n then we gon' take off like spaceships\n but I dont really want her to leave\n\n Uh, order bottle after bottle\n she say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n (we goin drink the night away,\n we goin drink the night away)\n\n Uh, uh sicker than cancer\n colder than Aspen\n west side ridin' wit Tyga\n Tiger fur inside the Aston\n Martin dependin' on who askin'?\n got so many chickens, all my birds in one basket\n and thats a coupe for you, retract the roof for you\n its a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya\n uh thats gangsta, thats fly\n yo baby mamas mama would say I'm one hell of a guy\n why do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms\n why I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta\n (thats stupid)\n nah n-gga smarter than Bill Gates\n clap ya hands I do it\n with the sound that still make\n I know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake\n my hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait\n for me to go um, 10 times platinum\n and cop more Patron and hatin' n-ggas imagine\n\n It's a celebration\n tonight we gon' all get wasted\n then we goin' take off like spaceships\n but I dont really want her to leave\n dont leave, dont be scared\n It aint a game, meet me in the bed\n and we gon' drink the night away\n ohh I dont really want you to leave baby\n Wooah, I don't really want you to leave\n come celebrate with me baby\n"},{"id":17569547,"name":"Drink the Night Away","trackName":"Drink the Night Away","artistName":"Tyga","albumName":"Black Thoughts, Volume 2","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, line full of b-tches\nhard fine b-tches\nthe shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition\nwanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture\nand if ya aint around lemme give ya a description\ncorks everywhere, hoes everywhere\nloud music playin' heavy smoke in the air\nits cups everywhere, flashin' lights\nbottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...\n\nIt's a celebration\nbottles by the cases\ntonight we goin' all get wasted\nthen we goin' take off like spaceships\nOh, and I dont really want her to leave\n\nOrder bottle after bottle\nShe say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n(we gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)\nAh Mr. Rose Raw\n2 piece suit cuff link on the arm\nSex on the beach and some shots for these broads\nAnd bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs\nWe on the couch leanin' on the wall\nMy old b-tch hit me said I seen you with them hoes\nbut I'm turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone\nI gotta find a freak take her home\nhit the light like uhhhh\nsame day different chick ya'll\ntook girls all around the world up on Crenshaw\nin and out the crib back and forth like ping pong\nme and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross\nI'm the shit so piss off\nbetter yet, find me somethin' to piss on\nI'm too drunk, how I take it this far\nwake up, and do it all again tomorrow\n\nIt's a celebration\nbottles by the cases\ntonight we gon' all get wasted\nthen we gon' take off like spaceships\nbut I dont really want her to leave\n\nUh, order bottle after bottle\nshe say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n(we goin drink the night away,\nwe goin drink the night away)\n\nUh, uh sicker than cancer\ncolder than Aspen\nwest side ridin' wit Tyga\nTiger fur inside the Aston\nMartin dependin' on who askin'?\ngot so many chickens, all my birds in one basket\nand 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artist: Tyga\n album: Black Thoughts, Volume 2\n duration_ms: 197000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, line full of b-tches\n hard fine b-tches\n the shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition\n wanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture\n and if ya aint around lemme give ya a description\n corks everywhere, hoes everywhere\n loud music playin' heavy smoke in the air\n its cups everywhere, flashin' lights\n bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...\n\n It's a celebration\n bottles by the cases\n tonight we goin' all get wasted\n then we goin' take off like spaceships\n Oh, and I dont really want her to leave\n\n Order bottle after bottle\n She say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n (we gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)\n Ah Mr. Rose Raw\n 2 piece suit cuff link on the arm\n Sex on the beach and some shots for these broads\n And bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs\n We on the couch leanin' on the wall\n My old b-tch hit me said I seen you with them hoes\n but I'm turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone\n I gotta find a freak take her home\n hit the light like uhhhh\n same day different chick ya'll\n took girls all around the world up on Crenshaw\n in and out the crib back and forth like ping pong\n me and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross\n I'm the shit so piss off\n better yet, find me somethin' to piss on\n I'm too drunk, how I take it this far\n wake up, and do it all again tomorrow\n\n It's a celebration\n bottles by the cases\n tonight we gon' all get wasted\n then we gon' take off like spaceships\n but I dont really want her to leave\n\n Uh, order bottle after bottle\n she say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n (we goin drink the night away,\n we goin drink the night away)\n\n Uh, uh sicker than cancer\n colder than Aspen\n west side ridin' wit Tyga\n Tiger fur inside the Aston\n Martin dependin' on who askin'?\n got so many chickens, all my birds in one basket\n and thats a coupe for you, retract the roof for you\n its a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya\n uh thats gangsta, thats fly\n yo baby mamas mama would say I'm one hell of a guy\n why do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms\n why I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta\n (thats stupid)\n nah n-gga smarter than Bill Gates\n clap ya hands I do it\n with the sound that still make\n I know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake\n my hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait\n for me to go um, 10 times platinum\n and cop more Patron and hatin' n-ggas imagine\n\n It's a celebration\n tonight we gon' all get wasted\n then we goin' take off like spaceships\n but I dont really want her to leave\n dont leave, dont be scared\n It aint a game, meet me in the bed\n and we gon' drink the night away\n ohh I dont really want you to leave baby\n Wooah, I don't really want you to leave\n come celebrate with me baby\n"},{"id":33269836,"name":"Drink The Night Away","trackName":"Drink The Night Away","artistName":"Tyga; Mario","albumName":"Black Thoughts Vol. 2","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, line full of b-tches\nhard fine b-tches\nthe shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition\nwanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture\nand if ya aint around lemme give ya a description\ncorks everywhere, hoes everywhere\nloud music playin' heavy smoke in the air\nits cups everywhere, flashin' lights\nbottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...\n\nIt's a celebration\nbottles by the cases\ntonight we goin' all get wasted\nthen we goin' take off like spaceships\nOh, and I dont really want her to leave\n\nOrder bottle after bottle\nShe say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n(we gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)\nAh Mr. Rose Raw\n2 piece suit cuff link on the arm\nSex on the beach and some shots for these broads\nAnd bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs\nWe on the couch leanin' on the wall\nMy old b-tch hit me said I seen you with them hoes\nbut I'm turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone\nI gotta find a freak take her home\nhit the light like uhhhh\nsame day different chick ya'll\ntook girls all around the world up on Crenshaw\nin and out the crib back and forth like ping pong\nme and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross\nI'm the shit so piss off\nbetter yet, find me somethin' to piss on\nI'm too drunk, how I take it this far\nwake up, and do it all again tomorrow\n\nIt's a celebration\nbottles by the cases\ntonight we gon' all get wasted\nthen we gon' take off like spaceships\nbut I dont really want her to leave\n\nUh, order bottle after bottle\nshe say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n(we goin drink the night away,\nwe goin drink the night away)\n\nUh, uh sicker than cancer\ncolder than Aspen\nwest side ridin' wit Tyga\nTiger fur inside the Aston\nMartin dependin' on who askin'?\ngot so many chickens, all my birds in one basket\nand thats a coupe for you, retract the roof for you\nits a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya\nuh thats gangsta, thats fly\nyo baby mamas mama would say I'm one hell of a guy\nwhy do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms\nwhy I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta\n(thats stupid)\nnah n-gga smarter than Bill Gates\nclap ya hands I do it\nwith the sound that still make\nI know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake\nmy hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait\nfor me to go um, 10 times platinum\nand cop more Patron and hatin' n-ggas imagine\n\nIt's a celebration\ntonight we gon' all get wasted\nthen we goin' take off like spaceships\nbut I dont really want her to leave\ndont leave, dont be scared\nIt aint a game, meet me in the bed\nand we gon' drink the night away\nohh I dont really want you to leave baby\nWooah, I don't really want you to leave\ncome celebrate with me baby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Drink The Night Away\n artist: Tyga; Mario\n album: Black 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them hoes\n but I'm turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone\n I gotta find a freak take her home\n hit the light like uhhhh\n same day different chick ya'll\n took girls all around the world up on Crenshaw\n in and out the crib back and forth like ping pong\n me and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross\n I'm the shit so piss off\n better yet, find me somethin' to piss on\n I'm too drunk, how I take it this far\n wake up, and do it all again tomorrow\n\n It's a celebration\n bottles by the cases\n tonight we gon' all get wasted\n then we gon' take off like spaceships\n but I dont really want her to leave\n\n Uh, order bottle after bottle\n she say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow\n (we goin drink the night away,\n we goin drink the night away)\n\n Uh, uh sicker than cancer\n colder than Aspen\n west side ridin' wit Tyga\n Tiger fur inside the Aston\n Martin dependin' on who askin'?\n got so many chickens, all my birds in one basket\n and thats a coupe for you, retract the roof for you\n its a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya\n uh thats gangsta, thats fly\n yo baby mamas mama would say I'm one hell of a guy\n why do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms\n why I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta\n (thats stupid)\n nah n-gga smarter than Bill Gates\n clap ya hands I do it\n with the sound that still make\n I know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake\n my hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait\n for me to go um, 10 times platinum\n and cop more Patron and hatin' n-ggas imagine\n\n It's a celebration\n tonight we gon' all get wasted\n then we goin' take off like spaceships\n but I dont really want her to leave\n dont leave, dont be scared\n It aint a game, meet me in the bed\n and we gon' drink the night away\n ohh I dont really want you to leave baby\n Wooah, I don't really want you to leave\n come celebrate with me baby\n"},{"id":16581642,"name":"Drink The Night Away (feat. 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(Uh) Why do I drive Phantoms? (Uh)\n Why I got seven houses, but none in Atlanta? 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