[{"id":36335219,"name":"Forever [Prod. By Drumma Boy]","trackName":"Forever [Prod. By Drumma Boy]","artistName":"Young Dolph","albumName":"Young Dolph - High Class Street Music 5 (The Plug Best Friend)","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My nigga I'ma be chasin' this motherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man\nFor real\nYeah\nYeah\nAll I know is get this motherfuckin' money\n\nCalled mama yesterday, she said, \"You need to get some rest\"\nI told her, \"I'll get some sleep when I'm dead\"\nShit, and I ain't got no friends, all my friends dead (Presidents)\nDickheads and they tied up with rubber bands\nPenthouse smokin' weed on the top floor like Bruh-Man\nStill puttin' bitches up at my spot just like Martin\nTold my plug to double up, tryna get that new Aston Martin\nAyy, droppin' off bales of weed in that V-coupe Charger\nTall-ass nigga in that 911 Targa\nPulled up on your bitch, got some head, tipped her a hundred dollars\nSmoked a blunt with her, got money to make, so I'ma holla (I'm gone)\nWe pourin' up lean in the club, you can keep them sparklers\n\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Ain't chasin' no bitches)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(What the fuck?)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Ayy, ayy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(Uh-huh)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Yeah, that's my life)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(You know what up with me)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Dope boy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(High Class Street Music 5)\n\nBaby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')\nBlunt full of weed, cookie mixed with Perc' (Yeah)\nFuck with me, he don't like livin', put him in the dirt (Fuck him)\nPull up in that drop and let that chopper squirt\nTrappin' in Versace, diamonds kickin' like Mr. Miyagi\nTrap been good to a young nigga, might go get my bitch an Audi\nShe say I never pay her no attention, she always bitchin' (Damn)\nShe tried to pour my drink down the sink\nI said, \"Hold up, you trippin'\" (Hold up)\nI said, \"Hold up, just listen\" (Wait)\nYou know that I'm addicted\nRun with a crew of niggas just like\nMe out here chasin' millions (Yeah)\nDon't give a fuck how we get it (Nah)\nGot all of my niggas with me (Yeah)\nThe best weed in the city\nSmoke one, fuck with me (Fuck with your boy)\n\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Ain't chasin' no bitches)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(What the fuck?)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Ayy, ayy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(Uh-huh)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Yeah, that's my life)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(You know what up with me)\nForever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n(Dope boy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(Dolph)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.65] My nigga I'ma be chasin' this motherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man\n[00:31.11] For real\n[00:31.57] Yeah\n[00:34.42] Yeah\n[00:34.77] All I know is get this motherfuckin' money\n[00:37.28] Called mama yesterday, she said, \"You need to get some rest\"\n[00:41.79] I told her, \"I'll get some sleep when I'm dead\"\n[00:44.67] Shit, and I ain't got no friends, all my friends dead (Presidents)\n[00:48.20] Dickheads and they tied up with rubber bands\n[00:51.73] Penthouse smokin' weed on the top floor like Bruh-Man\n[00:55.01] Still puttin' bitches up at my spot just like Martin\n[00:58.01] Told my plug to double up, tryna get that new Aston Martin\n[01:01.78] Ayy, droppin' off bales of weed in that V-coupe Charger\n[01:05.60] Tall-ass nigga in that 911 Targa\n[01:09.05] Pulled up on your bitch, got some head, tipped her a hundred dollars\n[01:12.86] Smoked a blunt with her, got money to make, so I'ma holla (I'm gone)\n[01:16.25] We pourin' up lean in the club, you can keep them sparklers\n[01:20.45] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[01:22.98] (Ain't chasin' no bitches)\n[01:24.02] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[01:26.62] (What the fuck?)\n[01:27.63] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[01:30.38] (Ayy, ayy)\n[01:31.43] All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n[01:34.20] (Uh-huh)\n[01:34.82] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[01:37.43] (Yeah, that's my life)\n[01:38.38] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[01:40.97] (You know what up with me)\n[01:41.95] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[01:45.09] (Dope boy)\n[01:45.73] All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n[01:48.57] (High Class Street Music 5)\n[01:50.56] Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')\n[01:53.15] Blunt full of weed, cookie mixed with Perc' (Yeah)\n[01:56.23] Fuck with me, he don't like livin', put him in the dirt (Fuck him)\n[02:00.35] Pull up in that drop and let that chopper squirt\n[02:02.94] Trappin' in Versace, diamonds kickin' like Mr. Miyagi\n[02:06.50] Trap been good to a young nigga, might go get my bitch an Audi\n[02:09.97] She say I never pay her no attention, she always bitchin' (Damn)\n[02:13.57] She tried to pour my drink down the sink\n[02:15.61] I said, \"Hold up, you trippin'\" (Hold up)\n[02:17.38] I said, \"Hold up, just listen\" (Wait)\n[02:19.16] You know that I'm addicted\n[02:20.71] Run with a crew of niggas just like\n[02:22.73] Me out here chasin' millions (Yeah)\n[02:24.31] Don't give a fuck how we get it (Nah)\n[02:26.07] Got all of my niggas with me (Yeah)\n[02:27.89] The best weed in the city\n[02:29.79] Smoke one, fuck with me (Fuck with your boy)\n[02:32.19] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[02:34.52] (Ain't chasin' no bitches)\n[02:35.73] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[02:38.38] (What the fuck?)\n[02:39.25] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[02:41.94] (Ayy, ayy)\n[02:43.00] All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n[02:45.99] (Uh-huh)\n[02:46.42] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[02:49.18] (Yeah, that's my life)\n[02:50.05] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[02:52.52] (You know what up with me)\n[02:53.61] Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n[02:56.62] (Dope boy)\n[02:57.39] All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n[03:00.77] (Dolph)\n[03:03.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever [Prod. 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(What the fuck?)\n  start_ms: 86620\n  end_ms: 87630\n- text: Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  start_ms: 87630\n  end_ms: 90380\n- text: (Ayy, ayy)\n  start_ms: 90380\n  end_ms: 91430\n- text: All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  start_ms: 91430\n  end_ms: 94200\n- text: (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 94200\n  end_ms: 94820\n- text: Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  start_ms: 94820\n  end_ms: 97430\n- text: (Yeah, that's my life)\n  start_ms: 97430\n  end_ms: 98380\n- text: Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  start_ms: 98380\n  end_ms: 100970\n- text: (You know what up with me)\n  start_ms: 100970\n  end_ms: 101950\n- text: Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  start_ms: 101950\n  end_ms: 105090\n- text: (Dope boy)\n  start_ms: 105090\n  end_ms: 105730\n- text: All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  start_ms: 105730\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: (High Class Street Music 5)\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 110560\n- text: Baby 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start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 163000\n- text: All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  start_ms: 163000\n  end_ms: 165990\n- text: (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 165990\n  end_ms: 166420\n- text: Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  start_ms: 166420\n  end_ms: 169180\n- text: (Yeah, that's my life)\n  start_ms: 169180\n  end_ms: 170050\n- text: Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  start_ms: 170050\n  end_ms: 172520\n- text: (You know what up with me)\n  start_ms: 172520\n  end_ms: 173610\n- text: Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  start_ms: 173610\n  end_ms: 176620\n- text: (Dope boy)\n  start_ms: 176620\n  end_ms: 177390\n- text: All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  start_ms: 177390\n  end_ms: 180770\n- text: (Dolph)\n  start_ms: 180770\n  end_ms: 183410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 183410\nplain: |-\n  My nigga I'ma be chasin' this motherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man\n  For real\n  Yeah\n  Yeah\n  All I know is get this motherfuckin' money\n\n  Called mama yesterday, she said, \"You need to get some rest\"\n  I told her, \"I'll get some sleep when I'm dead\"\n  Shit, and I ain't got no friends, all my friends dead (Presidents)\n  Dickheads and they tied up with rubber bands\n  Penthouse smokin' weed on the top floor like Bruh-Man\n  Still puttin' bitches up at my spot just like Martin\n  Told my plug to double up, tryna get that new Aston Martin\n  Ayy, droppin' off bales of weed in that V-coupe Charger\n  Tall-ass nigga in that 911 Targa\n  Pulled up on your bitch, got some head, tipped her a hundred dollars\n  Smoked a blunt with her, got money to make, so I'ma holla (I'm gone)\n  We pourin' up lean in the club, you can keep them sparklers\n\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Ain't chasin' no bitches)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (What the fuck?)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Ayy, ayy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (Uh-huh)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Yeah, that's my life)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (You know what up with me)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Dope boy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (High Class Street Music 5)\n\n  Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')\n  Blunt full of weed, cookie mixed with Perc' (Yeah)\n  Fuck with me, he don't like livin', put him in the dirt (Fuck him)\n  Pull up in that drop and let that chopper squirt\n  Trappin' in Versace, diamonds kickin' like Mr. Miyagi\n  Trap been good to a young nigga, might go get my bitch an Audi\n  She say I never pay her no attention, she always bitchin' (Damn)\n  She tried to pour my drink down the sink\n  I said, \"Hold up, you trippin'\" (Hold up)\n  I said, \"Hold up, just listen\" (Wait)\n  You know that I'm addicted\n  Run with a crew of niggas just like\n  Me out here chasin' millions (Yeah)\n  Don't give a fuck how we get it (Nah)\n  Got all of my niggas with me (Yeah)\n  The best weed in the city\n  Smoke one, fuck with me (Fuck with your boy)\n\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Ain't chasin' no bitches)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (What the fuck?)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Ayy, ayy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (Uh-huh)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Yeah, that's my life)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (You know what up with me)\n  Forever chasin' money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Dope boy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (Dolph)\n"},{"id":4755138,"name":"Forever","trackName":"Forever","artistName":"Young Dolph","albumName":"High Class Street Music 5: The Plug Best Friend","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let's dance in style, let's dance for awhile\nHeaven can wait, we're only watching the skies\nHoping for the best but expecting the worst\nAre you going to drop the bomb or not?\nLet us die young or let us live forever\nWe don't have the power, but we never say never\nSitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip\nThe music's for the sad men\nCan you imagine when this race is won?\nTurn our golden faces into the sun\nPraising our leaders, we're getting in tune\n\nThe music's played by the, the madmen\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever? Forever young\nSome are like water, some are like the heat\n\nSome are a melody and some are the beat\n\nSooner or later they all will be gone\n\nWhy don't they stay young?\nIt's so hard to get old without a cause\nI don't want to perish like a fleeing horse\nYouth's like diamonds in the sun\nAnd diamonds are forever\nSo many adventures couldn't happen today\n\nSo many songs we forgot to play\nSo many dreams swinging out of the blue\nWe let them come true\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever\n  artist: Young Dolph\n  album: 'High Class Street Music 5: The Plug Best Friend'\n  duration_ms: 162000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let's dance in style, let's dance for awhile\n  Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies\n  Hoping for the best but expecting the worst\n  Are you going to drop the bomb or not?\n  Let us die young or let us live forever\n  We don't have the power, but we never say never\n  Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip\n  The music's for the sad men\n  Can you imagine when this race is won?\n  Turn our golden faces into the sun\n  Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune\n\n  The music's played by the, the madmen\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever? Forever young\n  Some are like water, some are like the heat\n\n  Some are a melody and some are the beat\n\n  Sooner or later they all will be gone\n\n  Why don't they stay young?\n  It's so hard to get old without a cause\n  I don't want to perish like a fleeing horse\n  Youth's like diamonds in the sun\n  And diamonds are forever\n  So many adventures couldn't happen today\n\n  So many songs we forgot to play\n  So many dreams swinging out of the blue\n  We let them come true\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever?\n"},{"id":19141011,"name":"Forever","trackName":"Forever","artistName":"Young Dolph","albumName":"High Class Street Music 5: The Plug Best Friend","duration":183.1468999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n(We boomin')\nBlunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with\nBaby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n(We boomin')\nBlunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp\nBaby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n(We boomin')\nBlunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp\n(Drumma Boy) my nigga, I'ma be chasin' that\nMotherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man\nFor real (yeah)\nYeah ('Cause all I know is get this motherfuckin' money)\nSaw mama yesterday, she said\n\"You need to get some rest\"\nI told her I'll get some sleep when I'm dead\nShit, and I ain't got no friends\nAll my friends dead (Presidents)\nBig heads and they tied up with rubber bands\n(Ayy, ayy) penthouse smokin' weed on the top\nFloor like Bruh Man (Ha ha ha)\nStill puttin' bitches up out my\nSpot just like Martin\nTold my plug to double up\nTryna get that new Aston Martin\nDroppin' off bails of weed\nIn that V-coupe Charger (Skrrt)\nTall-ass nigga in that 911 Targa (Ayy)\nPulled up on your bitch, got some head\nTipped her a hundred dollars (It's Dolph)\nSmoked a blunt with her, got money to make\nSo I'ma holla (I'm gone)\nWe pourin' up lean in the club\nYou can keep them sparklers\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(I ain't chasin' no bitches, dog)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(What the fuck?)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(Ayy, ayy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(Uh, huh)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(yeah, that's my life)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(You know what up with me)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(Dope boy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(High Class Street Music 5)\nBaby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n(We boomin')\nBlunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp\n(yeah) fuck with me, he don't like livin'\nPut him in the dirt (Fuck him)\nPull up in that drop and\nLet that chopper squirt trappin' in Versace\nDiamonds kickin' like Mr miyagi\nTrap been good to a young nigga\nMight go get my bitch an Audi\nShe say I never pay her no attention\nShe always bitchin' (Damn)\nShe tried to pour my drink down\nThe sink, I said, \"Hold up, you trippin'\"\n(Hold up) i said hold up, just listen\n(Wait) , you know that I'm addicted\nRun with a crew of niggas just like me\nOut here chasin' millions (yeah)\nDon't give a fuck how we get it (Nah)\nGot all of my niggas with me (yeah)\nThe best weed in the city\nSmoke one, fuck with me (Fuck with your boy)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(I ain't chasin' no bitches, dog)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(What the fuck?)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(Ayy, ayy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(Uh, huh)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(yeah, that's my life)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(You know what up with me)\nForever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n(Dope boy)\nAll my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n(Dolph)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever\n  artist: Young Dolph\n  album: 'High Class Street Music 5: The Plug Best Friend'\n  duration_ms: 183147\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n  (We boomin')\n  Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with\n  Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n  (We boomin')\n  Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp\n  Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n  (We boomin')\n  Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp\n  (Drumma Boy) my nigga, I'ma be chasin' that\n  Motherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man\n  For real (yeah)\n  Yeah ('Cause all I know is get this motherfuckin' money)\n  Saw mama yesterday, she said\n  \"You need to get some rest\"\n  I told her I'll get some sleep when I'm dead\n  Shit, and I ain't got no friends\n  All my friends dead (Presidents)\n  Big heads and they tied up with rubber bands\n  (Ayy, ayy) penthouse smokin' weed on the top\n  Floor like Bruh Man (Ha ha ha)\n  Still puttin' bitches up out my\n  Spot just like Martin\n  Told my plug to double up\n  Tryna get that new Aston Martin\n  Droppin' off bails of weed\n  In that V-coupe Charger (Skrrt)\n  Tall-ass nigga in that 911 Targa (Ayy)\n  Pulled up on your bitch, got some head\n  Tipped her a hundred dollars (It's Dolph)\n  Smoked a blunt with her, got money to make\n  So I'ma holla (I'm gone)\n  We pourin' up lean in the club\n  You can keep them sparklers\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (I ain't chasin' no bitches, dog)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (What the fuck?)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Ayy, ayy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (Uh, huh)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (yeah, that's my life)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (You know what up with me)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Dope boy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (High Class Street Music 5)\n  Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work\n  (We boomin')\n  Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp\n  (yeah) fuck with me, he don't like livin'\n  Put him in the dirt (Fuck him)\n  Pull up in that drop and\n  Let that chopper squirt trappin' in Versace\n  Diamonds kickin' like Mr miyagi\n  Trap been good to a young nigga\n  Might go get my bitch an Audi\n  She say I never pay her no attention\n  She always bitchin' (Damn)\n  She tried to pour my drink down\n  The sink, I said, \"Hold up, you trippin'\"\n  (Hold up) i said hold up, just listen\n  (Wait) , you know that I'm addicted\n  Run with a crew of niggas just like me\n  Out here chasin' millions (yeah)\n  Don't give a fuck how we get it (Nah)\n  Got all of my niggas with me (yeah)\n  The best weed in the city\n  Smoke one, fuck with me (Fuck with your boy)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (I ain't chasin' no bitches, dog)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (What the fuck?)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Ayy, ayy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (Uh, huh)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (yeah, that's my life)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (You know what up with me)\n  Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life\n  (Dope boy)\n  All my niggas hustlers and live a high life\n  (Dolph)\n"},{"id":34874365,"name":"Forever","trackName":"Forever","artistName":"Young Dolph","albumName":"High Class Street Music 5∶ The Plug Best Friend","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let's dance in style, let's dance for awhile\nHeaven can wait, we're only watching the skies\nHoping for the best but expecting the worst\nAre you going to drop the bomb or not?\nLet us die young or let us live forever\nWe don't have the power, but we never say never\nSitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip\nThe music's for the sad men\nCan you imagine when this race is won?\nTurn our golden faces into the sun\nPraising our leaders, we're getting in tune\n\nThe music's played by the, the madmen\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever? Forever young\nSome are like water, some are like the heat\n\nSome are a melody and some are the beat\n\nSooner or later they all will be gone\n\nWhy don't they stay young?\nIt's so hard to get old without a cause\nI don't want to perish like a fleeing horse\nYouth's like diamonds in the sun\nAnd diamonds are forever\nSo many adventures couldn't happen today\n\nSo many songs we forgot to play\nSo many dreams swinging out of the blue\nWe let them come true\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\nForever young, I want to be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever\n  artist: Young Dolph\n  album: High Class Street Music 5∶ The Plug Best Friend\n  duration_ms: 183000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let's dance in style, let's dance for awhile\n  Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies\n  Hoping for the best but expecting the worst\n  Are you going to drop the bomb or not?\n  Let us die young or let us live forever\n  We don't have the power, but we never say never\n  Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip\n  The music's for the sad men\n  Can you imagine when this race is won?\n  Turn our golden faces into the sun\n  Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune\n\n  The music's played by the, the madmen\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever? Forever young\n  Some are like water, some are like the heat\n\n  Some are a melody and some are the beat\n\n  Sooner or later they all will be gone\n\n  Why don't they stay young?\n  It's so hard to get old without a cause\n  I don't want to perish like a fleeing horse\n  Youth's like diamonds in the sun\n  And diamonds are forever\n  So many adventures couldn't happen today\n\n  So many songs we forgot to play\n  So many dreams swinging out of the blue\n  We let them come true\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?\n  Forever young, I want to be forever young\n  Do you really want to live forever?\n"},{"id":14814457,"name":"Preach (feat. Jeezy & Young Dolph)","trackName":"Preach (feat. Jeezy & Young Dolph)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Rich Forever","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Keep it real with your dawgs no matter what)\nDolph, Boss\n(Zaytoven)\n\nMy uncle back there\nLook at all the work he did\nShawty got a man\nTopic of the work we in\nTopic of the gossip at the nail shop (rich nigga)\nA lotta traffic time to get another mailbox\nTrap bumpin', could another go to Hell Bob?\nCall the case and sold the brick outside the jailhouse\nOutside of the jailhouse\nOutside of the jailhouse\n\nGon' be that's why you suckers, we don't care to live\nWe in the corner with them killers on me, hell yeah\nHoney nigga but all it took him was one Glock\nGang signs and all you heard was the gun shots (bang)\nNow you wanna do the duck walk\nCandy paint got me lookin' like duck sauce\nTen piece, shawty, and I run the game\nDouble it and work more than 200 things\n\nKeep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)\nSame bitch to claim she love you, she done set you up (preach)\nOut here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love (preach)\nThe only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)\nReal nigga shit, only what I do and speak\nIf that nigga don't work, then he a fuckin' leech (preach)\nI ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (preach)\n\nI don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they shady\nThese bitches, they just wanna have my baby\nBorn in the '80s, crack baby\nMama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me (the streets nigga)\nYou motherfuckin' right\nCouldn't get it from my mama, so I got it off the block\nBeen working my whole life, but I ain't never punched a clock\nNine years old, I seen them niggas get shot, damn\n\nNiggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed\nPussy ass nigga telling on his own fam (pussy)\nSame nigga that you break your neck for\nBe the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up\n'Sposed to be chasin' money, but you chasin' bitches\nReal bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen\nStack that paper up, and then make boss moves\nShe like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school\n\nKeep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)\nSame bitch to claim she love you, she done set you up (preach)\nOut here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love (preach)\nThe only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)\nReal nigga shit, only what I do and speak\nIf that nigga don't work, then he a fuckin' leech (preach)\nI ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (preach)\n\nI don't trust no nigga or bitch\nStick to the code, stay focused, get rich\nI'm 'bout to make this Arm & Hammer with this Holy Water\nI'm talkin' four in a bed, guess the yayo had a daughter\nFrom the lock to the shop, I told 'em cut the head off\nYou know I'm 'bout to ball 'til the Fed cut your bread off\nLet me take a second and walk around in wood, ho\nYeah, that's one for Memphis, talkin' runnin' woods ho\n\nIf you're prayin' for my fall, you deserve to see me ballin'\nChain lookin' like it came from Bourbon St. New Orleans\nKeep your frenemies close, keep that .40 cal closer\nThey call me Cheesey Montana when I call that white bullshit\n'Til that dick nigga fall in love with a pussy\nNigga call me, I got no love for the pussy\nGreen for the money, all my dawg wants in\nFirst to put a hundred thousand and I'm sure judging\n\nKeep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)\nSame bitch to claim she love you, she done set you up (preach)\nOut here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love (preach)\nThe only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)\nReal nigga shit, only what I do and speak\nIf that nigga don't work, then he a fuckin' leech (preach)\nI ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (preach)\n\nCross my heart and hope to die nigga\nPut my hand on the motherfuckin' Bible nigga\nAlways keep it one thousand nigga\nLike the whole thing, yeah\nNo skill, tell the retail\nNigga fuck the P.O., we like, fuck jail\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout?\nPreach nigga\nAmen","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Preach (feat. Jeezy & Young Dolph)\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  album: Rich Forever\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Keep it real with your dawgs no matter what)\n  Dolph, Boss\n  (Zaytoven)\n\n  My uncle back there\n  Look at all the work he did\n  Shawty got a man\n  Topic of the work we in\n  Topic of the gossip at the nail shop (rich nigga)\n  A lotta traffic time to get another mailbox\n  Trap bumpin', could another go to Hell Bob?\n  Call the case and sold the brick outside the jailhouse\n  Outside of the jailhouse\n  Outside of the jailhouse\n\n  Gon' be that's why you suckers, we don't care to live\n  We in the corner with them killers on me, hell yeah\n  Honey nigga but all it took him was one Glock\n  Gang signs and all you heard was the gun shots (bang)\n  Now you wanna do the duck walk\n  Candy paint got me lookin' like duck sauce\n  Ten piece, shawty, and I run the game\n  Double it and work more than 200 things\n\n  Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)\n  Same bitch to claim she love you, she done set you up (preach)\n  Out here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love (preach)\n  The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)\n  Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak\n  If that nigga don't work, then he a fuckin' leech (preach)\n  I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (preach)\n\n  I don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they shady\n  These bitches, they just wanna have my baby\n  Born in the '80s, crack baby\n  Mama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me (the streets nigga)\n  You motherfuckin' right\n  Couldn't get it from my mama, so I got it off the block\n  Been working my whole life, but I ain't never punched a clock\n  Nine years old, I seen them niggas get shot, damn\n\n  Niggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed\n  Pussy ass nigga telling on his own fam (pussy)\n  Same nigga that you break your neck for\n  Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up\n  'Sposed to be chasin' money, but you chasin' bitches\n  Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen\n  Stack that paper up, and then make boss moves\n  She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school\n\n  Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)\n  Same bitch to claim she love you, she done set you up (preach)\n  Out here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love (preach)\n  The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)\n  Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak\n  If that nigga don't work, then he a fuckin' leech (preach)\n  I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (preach)\n\n  I don't trust no nigga or bitch\n  Stick to the code, stay focused, get rich\n  I'm 'bout to make this Arm & Hammer with this Holy Water\n  I'm talkin' four in a bed, guess the yayo had a daughter\n  From the lock to the shop, I told 'em cut the head off\n  You know I'm 'bout to ball 'til the Fed cut your bread off\n  Let me take a second and walk around in wood, ho\n  Yeah, that's one for Memphis, talkin' runnin' woods ho\n\n  If you're prayin' for my fall, you deserve to see me ballin'\n  Chain lookin' like it came from Bourbon St. New Orleans\n  Keep your frenemies close, keep that .40 cal closer\n  They call me Cheesey Montana when I call that white bullshit\n  'Til that dick nigga fall in love with a pussy\n  Nigga call me, I got no love for the pussy\n  Green for the money, all my dawg wants in\n  First to put a hundred thousand and I'm sure judging\n\n  Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)\n  Same bitch to claim she love you, she done set you up (preach)\n  Out here in these streets, there ain't no such thing as love (preach)\n  The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)\n  Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak\n  If that nigga don't work, then he a fuckin' leech (preach)\n  I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (preach)\n\n  Cross my heart and hope to die nigga\n  Put my hand on the motherfuckin' Bible nigga\n  Always keep it one thousand nigga\n  Like the whole thing, yeah\n  No skill, tell the retail\n  Nigga fuck the P.O., we like, fuck jail\n  Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n  Preach nigga\n  Amen\n"}]