[{"id":20583837,"name":"EGYPT - Remix","trackName":"EGYPT - Remix","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"EGYPT (Remix)","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One-hundred percent\nYou know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\nRest in peace\nI've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\nWestside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\nSo incredible\nAyo\nBrrt, ayo\nAyo\n\nI was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\nShai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\nForty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\nFiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n\"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\nHit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\nDon't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\nFLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\nBalenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\nTwo-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\nDaytona wristes, taste too exquisite\nSaint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\nGlock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\nStripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\nThirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\nNiggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\nThey never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\nThey never had the Cullinan near the trenches\nEast side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\nJust sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\nA dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\nRitz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\nGrrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nRoberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\nMy Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\nSnuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\nSmith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\nEmbroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\nAlmost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\nSwallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\nTook a PJ to see Westside's city\nLiterary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\nCame up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\nYou ain't a boss, you's a pussy\nI done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\nAnd I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\nWestside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\nNever been done, this clean, this crisp\nLabel heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\nNigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\nAin't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\nI just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\nFeel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EGYPT - Remix\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: EGYPT (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 165000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One-hundred percent\n  You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\n  Rest in peace\n  I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\n  Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\n  So incredible\n  Ayo\n  Brrt, ayo\n  Ayo\n\n  I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\n  Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\n  Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\n  Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n  \"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\n  Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\n  Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\n  FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\n  Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\n  Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\n  Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite\n  Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\n  Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\n  Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\n  Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\n  Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\n  They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\n  They never had the Cullinan near the trenches\n  East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\n  Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\n  A dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\n  Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\n  Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\n  My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\n  Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\n  Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\n  Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\n  Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\n  Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\n  Took a PJ to see Westside's city\n  Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\n  Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\n  You ain't a boss, you's a pussy\n  I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\n  And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\n  Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\n  Never been done, this clean, this crisp\n  Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\n  Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\n  Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\n  I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\n  Feel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"\n"},{"id":27332254,"name":"EGYPT","trackName":"EGYPT","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"EGYPT (Remix)","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One-hundred percent\nYou know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM (okay)\nRest in peace (yup)\nI've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\nWestside Gunn (mhm), love him, he's so talented (super)\nSo incredible\nAyo (brrt)\n(Brrt)\nAyo (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)\nAyo\nI was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' (ah)\nShot dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome (ah)\nForty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nFiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom (ah, I need fifty)\nFiend ain't had to do a demo on camera (woo)\nHit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa (mm)\nDon't wash clothes, Chloe never seen a hamper (uh-uh)\nFlygod Jr. Had cracks in his Pamper (ah)\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\nBalenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nTwo-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA (skrrt)\nDaytona wristes, taste too exquisite (ah)\nSaint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business (ah)\nGlock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (woo)\nStripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen (whip)\nThirty-six opps outside the projects itchin' (ah)\nNiggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' (fuck these niggas, Lord)\nThey never had Paris written on the dishes (uh-uh)\nThey never had the Cullinan near the trenches (uh-uh)\nEast side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard (whip)\nJust sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\nA dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\" (Bing)\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\nRitz-carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick (ah)\nI just feel like, I feel like the underdog\nI feel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"\n(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EGYPT\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: EGYPT (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One-hundred percent\n  You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM (okay)\n  Rest in peace (yup)\n  I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\n  Westside Gunn (mhm), love him, he's so talented (super)\n  So incredible\n  Ayo (brrt)\n  (Brrt)\n  Ayo (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)\n  Ayo\n  I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' (ah)\n  Shot dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome (ah)\n  Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom (ah, I need fifty)\n  Fiend ain't had to do a demo on camera (woo)\n  Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa (mm)\n  Don't wash clothes, Chloe never seen a hamper (uh-uh)\n  Flygod Jr. Had cracks in his Pamper (ah)\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\n  Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA (skrrt)\n  Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite (ah)\n  Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business (ah)\n  Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (woo)\n  Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen (whip)\n  Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin' (ah)\n  Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' (fuck these niggas, Lord)\n  They never had Paris written on the dishes (uh-uh)\n  They never had the Cullinan near the trenches (uh-uh)\n  East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard (whip)\n  Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\n  A dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\" (Bing)\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\n  Ritz-carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick (ah)\n  I just feel like, I feel like the underdog\n  I feel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"\n  (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)\n"},{"id":22833836,"name":"EGYPT (Remix)","trackName":"EGYPT (Remix)","artistName":"Westside Gunn, Doechii","albumName":"EGYPT (Remix)","duration":165.694694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One-hundred percent\nYou know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\nRest in peace\nI've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\nWestside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\nSo incredible\nAyo\nBrrt, ayo\nAyo\n\nI was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\nShai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\nForty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\nFiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n\"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\nHit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\nDon't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\nFLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\nBalenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\nTwo-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\nDaytona wristes, taste too exquisite\nSaint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\nGlock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\nStripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\nThirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\nNiggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\nThey never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\nThey never had the Cullinan near the trenches\nEast side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\nJust sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\nA dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\nRitz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\nGrrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nRoberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\nMy Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\nSnuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\nSmith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\nEmbroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\nAlmost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\nSwallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\nTook a PJ to see Westside's city\nLiterary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\nCame up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\nYou ain't a boss, you's a pussy\nI done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\nAnd I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\nWestside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\nNever been done, this clean, this crisp\nLabel heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\nNigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\nAin't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\nI just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\nFeel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EGYPT (Remix)\n  artist: Westside Gunn, Doechii\n  album: EGYPT (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 165695\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One-hundred percent\n  You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\n  Rest in peace\n  I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\n  Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\n  So incredible\n  Ayo\n  Brrt, ayo\n  Ayo\n\n  I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\n  Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\n  Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\n  Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n  \"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\n  Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\n  Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\n  FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\n  Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\n  Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\n  Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite\n  Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\n  Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\n  Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\n  Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\n  Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\n  They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\n  They never had the Cullinan near the trenches\n  East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\n  Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\n  A dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\n  Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\n  Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\n  My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\n  Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\n  Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\n  Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\n  Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\n  Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\n  Took a PJ to see Westside's city\n  Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\n  Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\n  You ain't a boss, you's a pussy\n  I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\n  And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\n  Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\n  Never been done, this clean, this crisp\n  Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\n  Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\n  Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\n  I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\n  Feel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"\n"},{"id":21074668,"name":"EGYPT (Remix) (feat. Doechii)","trackName":"EGYPT (Remix) (feat. Doechii)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"EGYPT (Remix)","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One-hundred percent\nYou know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\nRest in peace\nI've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\nWestside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\nSo incredible\nAyo\nBrrt, ayo\nAyo\n\nI was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\nShai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\nForty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\nFiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n\"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\nHit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\nDon't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\nFLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\nBalenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\nTwo-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\nDaytona wristes, taste too exquisite\nSaint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\nGlock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\nStripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\nThirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\nNiggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\nThey never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\nThey never had the Cullinan near the trenches\nEast side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\nJust sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\nA dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\nRitz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\nGrrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nRoberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\nMy Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\nSnuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\nSmith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\nEmbroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\nAlmost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\nSwallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\nTook a PJ to see Westside's city\nLiterary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\nCame up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\nYou ain't a boss, you's a pussy\nI done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\nAnd I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\nWestside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\nNever been done, this clean, this crisp\nLabel heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\nNigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\nAin't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\nI just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\nFeel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EGYPT (Remix) (feat. Doechii)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: EGYPT (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One-hundred percent\n  You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\n  Rest in peace\n  I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\n  Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\n  So incredible\n  Ayo\n  Brrt, ayo\n  Ayo\n\n  I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\n  Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\n  Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\n  Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n  \"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\n  Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\n  Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\n  FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\n  Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\n  Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\n  Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite\n  Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\n  Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\n  Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\n  Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\n  Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\n  They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\n  They never had the Cullinan near the trenches\n  East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\n  Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\n  A dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\n  Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\n  Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\n  My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\n  Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\n  Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\n  Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\n  Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\n  Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\n  Took a PJ to see Westside's city\n  Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\n  Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\n  You ain't a boss, you's a pussy\n  I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\n  And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\n  Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\n  Never been done, this clean, this crisp\n  Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\n  Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\n  Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\n  I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\n  Feel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"\n"},{"id":28383802,"name":"EGYPT (Remix)","trackName":"EGYPT (Remix)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"EGYPT","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One-hundred percent\nYou know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\nRest in peace\nI've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\nWestside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\nSo incredible\nAyo\nBrrt, ayo\nAyo\n\nI was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\nShai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\nForty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\nFiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n\"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\nHit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\nDon't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\nFLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\nBalenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\nTwo-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\nDaytona wristes, taste too exquisite\nSaint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\nGlock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\nStripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\nThirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\nNiggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\nThey never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\nThey never had the Cullinan near the trenches\nEast side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\nJust sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\nA dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\nRitz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\nGrrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nRoberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\nMy Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\nSnuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\nSmith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\nEmbroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\nAlmost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\nSwallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\nTook a PJ to see Westside's city\nLiterary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\nCame up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\nYou ain't a boss, you's a pussy\nI done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\nAnd I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\nWestside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\nNever been done, this clean, this crisp\nLabel heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\nNigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\nAin't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\nI just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\nFeel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EGYPT (Remix)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: EGYPT\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One-hundred percent\n  You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\n  Rest in peace\n  I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\n  Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\n  So incredible\n  Ayo\n  Brrt, ayo\n  Ayo\n\n  I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\n  Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\n  Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\n  Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n  \"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\n  Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\n  Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\n  FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\n  Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\n  Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\n  Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite\n  Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\n  Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\n  Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\n  Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\n  Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\n  They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\n  They never had the Cullinan near the trenches\n  East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\n  Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\n  A dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\n  Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\n  Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\n  My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\n  Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\n  Smith 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(The most gorgeous)\nNiggas, y'all niggas can't keep fuckin' getting by with this shit no more, nigga (I'm tellin you fuck niggas)\nYou niggas is fuckin' bums (FLYGOD)\nAyo\n\nThe stakes high on my Wade 5s, .9 in the Balmain waistline\nMy plug got me droolin' showin' bricks on FaceTime (whoo)\nPeace to all my niggas doin' fed and state time (whoo)\nWhere the paperwork? 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(The most gorgeous)\n  Niggas, y'all niggas can't keep fuckin' getting by with this shit no more, nigga (I'm tellin you fuck niggas)\n  You niggas is fuckin' bums (FLYGOD)\n  Ayo\n\n  The stakes high on my Wade 5s, .9 in the Balmain waistline\n  My plug got me droolin' showin' bricks on FaceTime (whoo)\n  Peace to all my niggas doin' fed and state time (whoo)\n  Where the paperwork? 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niggas, lord)\n  Imagine no guns, no drugs in our habitat (whoo)\n  Johnny hit a stem, looked at me, and did the Cabbage Patch, whoa\n\n  I got the best work, nigga (phew-phew-phew-phew-phew-phew-phew, phew-phew-phew)\n  Fourth Rope takin' over the motherfuckin' world, nigga\n  Who else could make a motherfuckin' tape in a night, nigga?\n  It's already Wednesday, nigga, this shit come out tomorrow midnight, nigga\n  This shit gon' come out tomorrow night, nigga\n  Yo' favorite rapper ain't dropped shit in how long?\n\n  You know, I don't even like to rap, that's the thing about it\n  I'm not a fuckin' rapper\n  See, y'all like rappers\n  I'm a artiste\n  I'm a specialist, nigga\n  I'm a culture curator, nigga\n  I'm 'bout to take it back when posters was on the wall\n  So I can make sure your bitch got me on the wall\n  Make sure your kids got me on they wall, nigga\n  FLYGOD\n"},{"id":37279369,"name":"EGYPT (Remix)","trackName":"EGYPT (Remix)","artistName":"Westside 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kitchen\nThirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\nNiggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\nThey never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\nThey never had the Cullinan near the trenches\nEast side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\nJust sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\nA dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\nRitz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\nGrrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nRoberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\nMy Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\nSnuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\nSmith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\nEmbroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\nAlmost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\nSwallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\nTook a PJ to see Westside's city\nLiterary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\nCame up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\nYou ain't a boss, you's a pussy\nI done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\nAnd I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\nWestside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\nNever been done, this clean, this crisp\nLabel heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\nNigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\nAin't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\nI just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\nFeel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EGYPT (Remix)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: HEELS HAVE EYES\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One-hundred percent\n  You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\n  Rest in peace\n  I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\n  Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\n  So incredible\n  Ayo\n  Brrt, ayo\n  Ayo\n\n  I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\n  Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\n  Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\n  Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n  \"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\n  Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\n  Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\n  FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\n  Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\n  Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\n  Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite\n  Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\n  Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\n  Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\n  Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\n  Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\n  They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\n  They never had the Cullinan near the trenches\n  East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\n  Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\n  A dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\n  Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\n  Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\n  My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\n  Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\n  Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\n  Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\n  Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\n  Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\n  Took a PJ to see Westside's city\n  Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\n  Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\n  You ain't a boss, you's a pussy\n  I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\n  And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\n  Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\n  Never been done, this clean, this crisp\n  Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\n  Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\n  Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\n  I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\n  Feel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"\n"},{"id":36368239,"name":"EGYPT (Remix)","trackName":"EGYPT (Remix)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"2025","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One-hundred percent\nYou know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM\nRest in peace\nI've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um\nWestside Gunn, love him, he's so talented\nSo incredible\nAyo\nBrrt, ayo\nAyo\n\nI was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'\nShai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome\nForty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit\nFiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom\n\"I need fifty,\" had to do a demo on camera\nHit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa\nDon't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper\nFLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it\nBalenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower\nTwo-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA\nDaytona wristes, taste too exquisite\nSaint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business\nGlock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom\nStripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen\nThirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'\nNiggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'\nThey never had 'Paris' written on the dishes\nThey never had the Cullinan near the trenches\nEast side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\nJust sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\nA dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\nI'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\nRitz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\nGrrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nRoberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\nMy Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\nSnuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\nSmith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\nEmbroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\nAlmost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\nSwallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\nTook a PJ to see Westside's city\nLiterary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\nCame up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\nYou ain't a boss, you's a pussy\nI done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\nAnd I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\nWestside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\nNever been done, this clean, this crisp\nLabel heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\nNigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\nAin't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\nI just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\nFeel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: EGYPT (Remix)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '2025'\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One-hundred percent\n  You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF 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written on the dishes\n  They never had the Cullinan near the trenches\n  East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard\n  Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket\n  A dollar short, your nan at the door like, \"Who is it?\"\n  I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick\n  Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick\n\n  Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt\n  My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt\n  Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts\n  Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse\n  Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count\n  Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop\n  Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\n  Took a PJ to see Westside's city\n  Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\n  Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\n  You ain't a boss, you's a pussy\n  I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\n  And I'm 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chop\n  Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties\n  Took a PJ to see Westside's city\n  Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me\n  Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie\n  You ain't a boss, you's a pussy\n  I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie\n  And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it\n  Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's\n  Never been done, this clean, this crisp\n  Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas\n  Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s\n  Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot\n\n  I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog\n  Feel like the underdog and I just feel like, \"Stop playin' with me\"\n"}]