[{"id":29298915,"name":"Mamas PrimeTime","trackName":"Mamas PrimeTime","artistName":"Westside Gunn, JID, Conway the Machine, and Cartier A Williams","albumName":"Westside Gunn, JID, Conway the Machine, and Cartier A Williams","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt (yeah, yeah)\n(Griselda)\n\nAyo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\nCame from boof on bundles\nSpit in your face, but I'm super humble\nI been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nAllSaint leathers on my feet, need a extra arm\nCocaine mega loss, bag in the Venetta stores\nYour head get severed off\nDon't bother me unless a check involved (uh-uh)\n\nPhilippe Beijing with some extra sauce\nStayed on the reservoir\nCrossin' over Pasadena, high times, Fear of God\n(Super Flygod) yeah, yeah\n\nPour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nSteppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\nEverybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\nCherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\nShootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\nI'm so amazin' (ah)\nYou niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\nLove to all my niggas locked up, I send my\nFake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\nPlus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\nOn a jet, pennin' my rhyme\nYou see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\nYoung boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nCatch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\nSo many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\nFiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\nLook, uh, look\nAnd so it goes\nDon't you tell me how yo' bro did\nSo and so, and sold to such and such\nGrew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\nEither MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\nNiggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\nMy lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\nStill throwin' Es up\n\nWe just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\nGot that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\nCold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\nFrom a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\nI was bred there\nOlu told you to take the blue and red pill\nYou know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\nHeard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n\nNiggas know they can't compare\nMy attitude is Laissez-faire\nYou do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\nClip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\nStory teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\nEither way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\nI can make the Devil sell his soul to me\nGive it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n\n'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\nYeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\nBitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate\nI never gotta try, it's ellaborate\nI adamantly move like a madman\nTo the cash, I'm a magnet\nThey baggin' up the bullets in fragments\nI'm smokin' on a pot for the cataracts\n\nI put the red dot on a MAGA hat\nThat cracker pulled me over, look like Bob Saget\nI'm overseas, out in Paris, pants all saggin'\nI bet they paid me my whole fee like Lamar Jackson\nI only came to smoke some weed\n\nHol' up, hol' up, nigga, yeah, yeah\n33 a piece, that's a bargain, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)\nCourtside, all of my jewels Tracy Morgan, yeah, yeah (hahaha)\nMulti-million dollar endorsements, yeah, yeah\nLine of Porsches, different colors and assortments, yeah, yeah\nEx-street nigga, but now I'm corporate, yeah, yeah\nWalk in that record label office, they start applaudin' (haha)\nFuck that contract, if I endorse it, I need the biggest portion\n\nPark the foreign next to the plane and smoke one while I'm boardin'\nDamn, I'm so important\nDamn, your boy been tourin'\nDamn, your boy been goin' animal, recordin'\n(Talk to these niggas, King) uh\n\nSilencer on it\nYou won't hear shells pop\nAll you hear is the shells drop, like-, haha\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrt)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.03] Grrt (yeah, yeah)\n[00:11.29] (Griselda)\n[00:12.58] Ayo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\n[00:16.27] Came from boof on bundles\n[00:17.55] Spit in your face, but I'm super humble\n[00:19.50] I been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[00:22.93] AllSaint leathers on my feet, need a extra arm\n[00:26.15] Cocaine mega loss, bag in the Venetta stores\n[00:28.96] Your head get severed off\n[00:30.49] Don't bother me unless a check involved (uh-uh)\n[00:32.49] Philippe Beijing with some extra sauce\n[00:34.41] Stayed on the reservoir\n[00:36.29] Crossin' over Pasadena, high times, Fear of God\n[00:40.07] (Super Flygod) yeah, yeah\n[00:42.05] Pour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[00:44.99] Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[00:48.40] Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[00:51.43] Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n[00:54.60] Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n[00:59.06] I'm so amazin' (ah)\n[01:00.59] You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n[01:03.37] Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n[01:06.59] Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n[01:09.14] Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n[01:12.70] On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n[01:14.21] You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n[01:17.40] Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:20.32] Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[01:23.23] So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:26.41] Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:29.33] Look, uh, look\n[01:31.75] And so it goes\n[01:32.70] Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n[01:34.12] So and so, and sold to such and such\n[01:36.13] Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n[01:40.76] Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\n[01:44.73] Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\n[01:46.86] My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\n[01:50.21] Still throwin' Es up\n[01:51.69] We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\n[01:54.95] Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\n[01:58.69] Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\n[02:01.60] From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\n[02:04.65] I was bred there\n[02:05.84] Olu told you to take the blue and red pill\n[02:08.15] You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\n[02:11.55] Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n[02:14.64] Niggas know they can't compare\n[02:15.99] My attitude is Laissez-faire\n[02:17.64] You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\n[02:20.51] Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\n[02:23.97] Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\n[02:27.13] Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\n[02:31.22] I can make the Devil sell his soul to me\n[02:33.24] Give it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n[02:36.47] 'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\n[02:40.68] Yeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\n[02:43.30] Bitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate\n[02:47.49] I never gotta try, it's ellaborate\n[02:49.72] I adamantly move like a madman\n[02:51.82] To the cash, I'm a magnet\n[02:53.58] They baggin' up the bullets in fragments\n[02:55.89] I'm smokin' on a pot for the cataracts\n[02:58.20] I put the red dot on a MAGA hat\n[03:00.60] That cracker pulled me over, look like Bob Saget\n[03:03.77] I'm overseas, out in Paris, pants all saggin'\n[03:06.93] I bet they paid me my whole fee like Lamar Jackson\n[03:10.06] I only came to smoke some weed\n[03:12.43] Hol' up, hol' up, nigga, yeah, yeah\n[03:15.36] 33 a piece, that's a bargain, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)\n[03:18.35] Courtside, all of my jewels Tracy Morgan, yeah, yeah (hahaha)\n[03:21.79] Multi-million dollar endorsements, yeah, yeah\n[03:24.67] Line of Porsches, different colors and assortments, yeah, yeah\n[03:28.17] Ex-street nigga, but now I'm corporate, yeah, yeah\n[03:30.97] Walk in that record label office, they start applaudin' (haha)\n[03:33.37] Fuck that contract, if I endorse it, I need the biggest portion\n[03:36.53] Park the foreign next to the plane and smoke one while I'm boardin'\n[03:39.91] Damn, I'm so important\n[03:41.16] Damn, your boy been tourin'\n[03:42.34] Damn, your boy been goin' animal, recordin'\n[03:44.58] (Talk to 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Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n  Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\n  I'm so amazin' (ah)\n  You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n  Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n  Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n  Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\n  On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n  You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n  Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n  Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\n  Look, uh, look\n  And so it goes\n  Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n  So and so, and sold to such and such\n  Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n  Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\n  Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\n  My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\n  Still throwin' Es up\n\n  We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\n  Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\n  Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\n  From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\n  I was bred there\n  Olu told you to take the blue and red pill\n  You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\n  Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n\n  Niggas know they can't compare\n  My attitude is Laissez-faire\n  You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\n  Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\n  Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\n  Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\n  I can make the Devil sell his soul to me\n  Give it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n\n  'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\n  Yeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\n  Bitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate\n  I never gotta try, it's ellaborate\n  I adamantly move like a madman\n  To the cash, I'm a magnet\n  They baggin' up the bullets in fragments\n  I'm smokin' on a pot for the cataracts\n\n  I put the red dot on a MAGA hat\n  That cracker pulled me over, look like Bob Saget\n  I'm overseas, out in Paris, pants all saggin'\n  I bet they paid me my whole fee like Lamar Jackson\n  I only came to smoke some weed\n\n  Hol' up, hol' up, nigga, yeah, yeah\n  33 a piece, that's a bargain, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)\n  Courtside, all of my jewels Tracy Morgan, yeah, yeah (hahaha)\n  Multi-million dollar endorsements, yeah, yeah\n  Line of Porsches, different colors and assortments, yeah, yeah\n  Ex-street nigga, but now I'm corporate, yeah, yeah\n  Walk in that record label office, they start applaudin' (haha)\n  Fuck that contract, if I endorse it, I need the biggest portion\n\n  Park the foreign next to the plane and smoke one while I'm boardin'\n  Damn, I'm so important\n  Damn, your boy been tourin'\n  Damn, your boy been goin' animal, recordin'\n  (Talk to these niggas, King) uh\n\n  Silencer on it\n  You won't hear shells pop\n  All you hear is the shells drop, like-, haha\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n"},{"id":3971766,"name":"Mamas PrimeTime","trackName":"Mamas PrimeTime","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"And Then You Pray For Me","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt (yeah, yeah)\nGriselda\nAyo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\nCame from boof or bundles\nSpit in your face, but I'm super humble\nI been ahead of y'all\nMy metaphors, beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nAll Saint leathers on my fiend need an extra arm\nCocaine mega loss, packin' at Venetta 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(grrt)\nFiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\nLook, uh, look\nAnd so it goes\nDon't you tell me how yo' bro did\nSo and so, and sold to such and such\nGrew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\nEither martyred or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\nNiggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\nMy lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\nStill throwin' Es up\nWe just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (t up big guy)\nGot that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\nCold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\nFrom a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\nI was bred there\nOlu told you to take the blue and red pill\nYou know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\nHeard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\nNiggas know they can't compare\nMy attitude is Laissez-faire\nYou do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\nClip long as 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(hahaha)\nMulti-million dollar endorsements, yeah, yeah\nLine of Porsches, different colors and assortments, yeah, yeah\nEx-street nigga, but now I'm corporate, yeah, yeah\nWalk in that record label office, they start applaudin' (haha)\nFuck that contract, if I endorse it, I need the biggest portion\nPark the foreign next to the plane and smoke one while I'm boardin'\nDamn, I'm so important\nDamn, your boy been tourin'\nDamn, your boy been goin' animal, recordin'\n(Talk to these niggas, king) Uh\nSilence, the awning\nYou won't hear shells pop\nAll you hear is the shells drop, like, hahah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrt)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.07] Grrt (yeah, yeah)\n[00:11.21] (Griselda)\n[00:12.55] Ayo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\n[00:16.28] Came from boof on bundles\n[00:17.53] Spit in your face, but I'm super humble\n[00:19.59] I been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[00:22.95] AllSaint leathers on my feet, need a extra arm\n[00:26.16] Cocaine mega loss, bag in the Venetta stores\n[00:28.91] Your head get severed off\n[00:30.48] Don't bother me unless a check involved (uh-uh)\n[00:32.57] Philippe Beijing with some extra sauce\n[00:34.49] Stayed on the reservoir\n[00:36.21] Crossin' over Pasadena, high times, Fear of God\n[00:40.00] (Super Flygod) yeah, yeah\n[00:42.02] Pour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[00:44.99] Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[00:48.36] Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[00:51.42] Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n[00:54.63] Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n[00:59.05] I'm so amazin' (ah)\n[01:00.50] You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n[01:03.31] Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n[01:06.54] Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n[01:09.10] Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n[01:12.74] On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n[01:14.22] You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n[01:17.37] Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:20.41] Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[01:23.23] So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:26.42] Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:29.33] Look, uh, look\n[01:31.71] And so it goes\n[01:32.74] Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n[01:34.18] So and so, and sold to such and such\n[01:36.10] Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n[01:40.78] Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\n[01:44.78] Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\n[01:46.85] My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\n[01:50.24] Still throwin' Es up\n[01:51.69] We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\n[01:54.94] Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\n[01:58.61] Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\n[02:01.59] From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\n[02:04.65] I was bred there\n[02:05.82] Olu told you to take the blue and red pill\n[02:08.32] You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\n[02:11.64] Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n[02:14.68] Niggas know they can't compare\n[02:15.94] My attitude is Laissez-faire\n[02:17.68] You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\n[02:20.54] Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\n[02:23.95] Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\n[02:27.19] Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\n[02:31.20] I can make the Devil sell his soul to me\n[02:33.25] Give it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n[02:36.44] 'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\n[02:40.61] Yeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\n[02:43.23] 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guy)\nGot that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\nCold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\nFrom a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\nI was bred there\nOlu told you to take the blue and red pill\nYou know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\nHeard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n\nNiggas know they can't compare\nMy attitude is Laissez-faire\nYou do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\nClip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\nStory teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\nEither way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\nI can make the Devil sell his soul to me\nGive it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n\n'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\nYeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\nBitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate\nI never gotta try, it's ellaborate\nI adamantly move like 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chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[00:51.43] Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n[00:54.60] Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n[00:59.06] I'm so amazin' (ah)\n[01:00.59] You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n[01:03.37] Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n[01:06.59] Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n[01:09.14] Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n[01:12.70] On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n[01:14.21] You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n[01:17.40] Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:20.32] Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[01:23.23] So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:26.41] Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:29.33] Look, uh, look\n[01:31.75] And so it goes\n[01:32.70] Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n[01:34.12] So and so, and sold to such and such\n[01:36.13] Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n[01:40.76] Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\n[01:44.73] Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\n[01:46.86] My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\n[01:50.21] Still throwin' Es up\n[01:51.69] We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\n[01:54.95] Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\n[01:58.69] Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\n[02:01.60] From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\n[02:04.65] I was bred there\n[02:05.84] Olu told you to take the blue and red pill\n[02:08.15] You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\n[02:11.55] Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n[02:14.64] Niggas know they can't compare\n[02:15.99] My attitude is Laissez-faire\n[02:17.64] You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over 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yeah, yeah (ah)\n[00:48.40] Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[00:51.43] Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n[00:54.60] Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n[00:59.06] I'm so amazin' (ah)\n[01:00.59] You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n[01:03.37] Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n[01:06.59] Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n[01:09.14] Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n[01:12.70] On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n[01:14.21] You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n[01:17.40] Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:20.32] Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n[01:23.23] So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:26.41] Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n[01:29.33] Look, uh, look\n[01:31.75] And so it goes\n[01:32.70] Don't you tell me how yo' bro 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boom)\nSteppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\nEverybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\nCherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\nShootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\nI'm so amazin' (ah)\nYou niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\nLove to all my niggas locked up, I send my\nFake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\nPlus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\nOn a jet, pennin' my rhyme\nYou see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\nYoung boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nCatch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\nSo many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\nFiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\nLook, uh, look\nAnd so it goes\nDon't you tell me how yo' bro did\nSo and so, and sold to such and such\nGrew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\nEither MARTA or you marchin' like 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Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n  Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\n  I'm so amazin' (ah)\n  You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n  Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n  Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n  Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\n  On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n  You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n  Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n  Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\n  Look, uh, look\n  And so it goes\n  Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n  So and so, and sold to such and such\n  Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n  Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\n  Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\n  My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\n  Still throwin' Es up\n\n  We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\n  Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\n  Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\n  From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\n  I was bred there\n  Olu told you to take the blue and red pill\n  You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\n  Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n\n  Niggas know they can't compare\n  My attitude is Laissez-faire\n  You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\n  Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\n  Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\n  Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\n  I can make the Devil sell his soul to 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Walk in that record label office, they start applaudin' (haha)\n  Fuck that contract, if I endorse it, I need the biggest portion\n\n  Park the foreign next to the plane and smoke one while I'm boardin'\n  Damn, I'm so important\n  Damn, your boy been tourin'\n  Damn, your boy been goin' animal, recordin'\n  (Talk to these niggas, King) uh\n\n  Silencer on it\n  You won't hear shells pop\n  All you hear is the shells drop, like-, haha\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n"},{"id":12552513,"name":"mamas primetime","trackName":"mamas primetime","artistName":"westside gunn conway the machine jid cartier a williams","albumName":"and then you pray for me","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt (yeah, yeah)\n(Griselda)\n\nAyo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\nCame from boof on bundles\nSpit in your face, but I'm super humble\nI been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nAllSaint leathers on my 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rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\nSo many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\nFiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\nLook, uh, look\nAnd so it goes\nDon't you tell me how yo' bro did\nSo and so, and sold to such and such\nGrew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\nEither MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\nNiggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\nMy lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\nStill throwin' Es up\n\nWe just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\nGot that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\nCold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\nFrom a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\nI was bred there\nOlu told you to take the blue and red pill\nYou know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\nHeard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n\nNiggas know they can't compare\nMy attitude is 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Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n  Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\n  I'm so amazin' (ah)\n  You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n  Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n  Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n  Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\n  On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n  You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n  Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n  Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\n  Look, uh, look\n  And so it goes\n  Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n  So and so, and sold to such and such\n  Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n  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(Griselda)\n\n  Ayo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\n  Came from boof on bundles\n  Spit in your face, but I'm super humble\n  I been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  AllSaint leathers on my feet, need a extra arm\n  Cocaine mega loss, bag in the Venetta stores\n  Your head get severed off\n  Don't bother me unless a check involved (uh-uh)\n\n  Philippe Beijing with some extra sauce\n  Stayed on the reservoir\n  Crossin' over Pasadena, high times, Fear of God\n  (Super Flygod) yeah, yeah\n\n  Pour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n  Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\n  I'm so amazin' (ah)\n  You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n  Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n  Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n  Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\n  On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n  You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n  Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n  Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\n  Look, uh, look\n  And so it goes\n  Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n  So and so, and sold to such and such\n  Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n  Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\n  Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\n  My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\n  Still throwin' Es up\n\n  We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\n  Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look\n  Cold cash comin' 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yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\nI'm so amazin' (ah)\nYou niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\nLove to all my niggas locked up, I send my\nFake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\nPlus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\nOn a jet, pennin' my rhyme\nYou see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\nYoung boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nCatch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\nSo many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\nFiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\nLook, uh, look\nAnd so it goes\nDon't you tell me how yo' bro did\nSo and so, and sold to such and such\nGrew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\nEither MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\nNiggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\nMy lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\nStill throwin' Es up\n\nWe just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas 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Grrt (yeah, yeah)\n  (Griselda)\n\n  Ayo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\n  Came from boof on bundles\n  Spit in your face, but I'm super humble\n  I been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  AllSaint leathers on my feet, need a extra arm\n  Cocaine mega loss, bag in the Venetta stores\n  Your head get severed off\n  Don't bother me unless a check involved (uh-uh)\n\n  Philippe Beijing with some extra sauce\n  Stayed on the reservoir\n  Crossin' over Pasadena, high times, Fear of God\n  (Super Flygod) yeah, yeah\n\n  Pour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n  Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\n  I'm so amazin' (ah)\n  You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n  Love to all my niggas 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Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\n  From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\n  I was bred there\n  Olu told you to take the blue and red pill\n  You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\n  Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n\n  Niggas know they can't compare\n  My attitude is Laissez-faire\n  You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\n  Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\n  Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\n  Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\n  I can make the Devil sell his soul to me\n  Give it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n\n  'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\n  Yeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\n  Bitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate\n  I never gotta try, it's ellaborate\n  I adamantly move like a madman\n  To the cash, I'm 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Grrt (yeah, yeah)\n  (Griselda)\n\n  Ayo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)\n  Came from boof on bundles\n  Spit in your face, but I'm super humble\n  I been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  AllSaint leathers on my feet, need a extra arm\n  Cocaine mega loss, bag in the Venetta stores\n  Your head get severed off\n  Don't bother me unless a check involved (uh-uh)\n\n  Philippe Beijing with some extra sauce\n  Stayed on the reservoir\n  Crossin' over Pasadena, high times, Fear of God\n  (Super Flygod) yeah, yeah\n\n  Pour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt)\n  Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah)\n\n  I'm so amazin' (ah)\n  You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time\n  Love to all my niggas 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Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah\n  From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah\n  I was bred there\n  Olu told you to take the blue and red pill\n  You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell\n  Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled\n\n  Niggas know they can't compare\n  My attitude is Laissez-faire\n  You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\n  Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\n  Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\n  Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\n  I can make the Devil sell his soul to me\n  Give it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n\n  'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\n  Yeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\n  Bitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate\n  I never gotta try, it's ellaborate\n  I adamantly move like a madman\n  To the cash, I'm 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Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my\n  Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined\n  Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time\n\n  On a jet, pennin' my rhyme\n  You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah)\n  Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah)\n  So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n  Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt)\n\n  Look, uh, look\n  And so it goes\n  Don't you tell me how yo' bro did\n  So and so, and sold to such and such\n  Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus\n  Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up\n  Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz\n  My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz\n  Still throwin' Es up\n\n  We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy)\n  Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no 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is Laissez-faire\n[02:17.63] You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there\n[02:20.59] Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela\n[02:23.95] Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella\n[02:27.15] Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over\n[02:31.20] I can make the Devil sell his soul to me\n[02:33.29] Give it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street\n[02:36.43] 'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys\n[02:40.69] Yeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed\n[02:43.26] Bitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate\n[02:47.43] I never gotta try, it's ellaborate\n[02:49.71] I adamantly move like a madman\n[02:51.82] To the cash, I'm a magnet\n[02:53.59] They baggin' up the bullets in fragments\n[02:55.88] I'm smokin' on a pot for the cataracts\n[02:58.25] I put the red dot on a MAGA hat\n[03:00.64] That cracker pulled me over, look like Bob Saget\n[03:03.72] I'm overseas, out in Paris, pants all saggin'\n[03:06.95] I bet they paid me my whole fee like Lamar Jackson\n[03:10.00] I only came to smoke some weed\n[03:12.49] Hol' up, hol' up, nigga, yeah, yeah\n[03:15.37] 33 a piece, that's a bargain, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)\n[03:18.38] Courtside, all of my jewels Tracy Morgan, yeah, yeah (hahaha)\n[03:21.75] Multi-million dollar endorsements, yeah, yeah\n[03:24.68] Line of Porsches, different colors and assortments, yeah, yeah\n[03:28.13] Ex-street nigga, but now I'm corporate, yeah, yeah\n[03:30.95] Walk in that record label office, they start applaudin' (haha)\n[03:33.37] Fuck that contract, if I endorse it, I need the biggest portion\n[03:36.52] Park the foreign next to the plane and smoke one while I'm boardin'\n[03:39.95] Damn, I'm so important\n[03:41.16] Damn, your boy been tourin'\n[03:42.33] Damn, your boy been goin' animal, recordin'\n[03:44.58] (Talk to these niggas, King) uh\n[03:45.74] Silencer on it\n[03:46.69] You won't hear shells 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