[{"id":37868946,"name":"Young Thug - Ninja [Official Visualizer]","trackName":"Young Thug - Ninja [Official Visualizer]","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Young Thug Videos","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directin' traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pullin' the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the 28, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you\nIs actually goin' to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burner, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there, he runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of 24 officers bein' paid by Mister Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County\nOr any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams\nThat's their job\nHe is dangerous, and, and I\nI normally don't do this, but I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missin'\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\n\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust, n-, yeen on yo' s-\nBig dawg right now, f- n- talmbout?\nB-, I ain't hittin' that b- (no)\nLil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' no cash, my n- are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' this s-\nLike us, n-, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they h-\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dawg trappin' loads\nWe got a lotta pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' b- got choked out tryna send the lo' out (huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you b- (let's go)\nWe puttin' that s- on head to toe (whoa, whoa, whoa)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the h- (whoa, whoa, whoa)\nMy n-, I'm trench as it get (let go)\nThese f- n- sellin' they soul (whoa, whoa, whoa)\nWe pop it wherever we go (let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' n- hope (let it breathe)\nYeah, it's King Spider, man\nThese n- look up to us (let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (let it breathe, yeah)\nRolled me up some stanky f- dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah\n(you want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in yo' sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-\nN-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-\nThey better not play with me, n-\nI sleep with the K with me, n-\nSome bad s- lay with me, n-\nMy kids, they straight, you n-\nI'm not fake, you n-\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a n-\nN-, n-\nI'm callin' my opps n-\nN-, n-\nI'm callin' my opps n-","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] This is the most of them\n[00:04.49] This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n[00:09.87] He's the one directin' traffic\n[00:11.60] He is the one that we're all afraid of\n[00:13.61] He's the one that's King Slime, he's pullin' the shots\n[00:17.40] He is the most dangerous of the 28, judge\n[00:21.62] And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n[00:27.99] The setup they've given to you\n[00:30.37] Is actually goin' to be less control, not more\n[00:34.42] If he gets a burner, judge, and the court may know this\n[00:36.64] A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime\n[00:41.85] Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n[00:44.70] And we know that to be their MO\n[00:48.61] He gets a burner, he gets in there, he runs his gang from inside\n[00:52.25] And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n[00:54.81] I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n[00:58.25] That's not the jail, that's their job\n[01:00.73] It's not the job of 24 officers bein' paid by Mister Williams\n[01:05.18] That's not their job\n[01:06.62] The job is the sheriff of Fulton County\n[01:10.73] Or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams\n[01:14.92] That's their job\n[01:16.03] He is dangerous, and, and I\n[01:18.72] I normally don't do this, but I don't hesitate in this case\n[01:24.35] Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n[01:28.09] We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missin'\n[01:31.10] I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n[01:39.78] Yeah, Spider\n[01:44.78] King Spider\n[01:45.76] Yeah\n[01:48.45] Oh, yeah\n[01:49.70] Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust, n-, yeen on yo' s-\n[01:52.94] Big dawg right now, f- n- talmbout?\n[01:55.41] B-, I ain't hittin' that b- (no)\n[01:57.09] Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' no cash, my n- are rich\n[02:00.36] Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' this s-\n[02:02.72] Like us, n-, we gettin' it\n[02:04.23] On the way to the party to take they h-\n[02:07.15] I come straight from the ghetto, my big dawg trappin' loads\n[02:11.29] We got a lotta pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n[02:14.64] Lil' b- got choked out tryna send the lo' out (huh)\n[02:18.59] We trappin' and rappin', you b- (let's go)\n[02:20.44] We puttin' that s- on head to toe (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[02:22.54] We sell out the stadiums, yeah (let's go)\n[02:24.19] We puttin' baguettes on the h- (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[02:25.49] My n-, I'm trench as it get (let go)\n[02:27.45] These f- n- sellin' they soul (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[02:29.14] We pop it wherever we go (let's go)\n[02:31.02] We sellin' these lil' n- hope (let it breathe)\n[02:32.63] Yeah, it's King Spider, man\n[02:34.56] These n- look up to us (let it breathe)\n[02:35.75] That's a fact, everything we do (let it breathe)\n[02:36.66] But everything we do is a translation (let it breathe, yeah)\n[02:39.31] Rolled me up some stanky f- dank, yeah\n[02:42.67] They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n[02:46.60] Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n[02:50.49] Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah\n[02:54.16] (you want a whoopin', son?)\n[02:55.18] When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n[02:57.67] I'm the one left the Gucci socks in yo' sheets, yeah\n[03:01.23] Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n[03:05.82] I chop off the beat\n[03:08.08] I chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)\n[03:12.17] It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)\n[03:15.14] I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n[03:18.67] They wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-\n[03:22.32] N-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-\n[03:25.27] They better not play with me, n-\n[03:27.39] I sleep with the K with me, n-\n[03:29.67] Some bad s- lay with me, n-\n[03:31.56] My kids, they straight, you n-\n[03:33.13] I'm not fake, you n-\n[03:35.04] Black diamonds today, I'm a n-\n[03:36.60] N-, n-\n[03:38.59] I'm callin' my opps n-\n[03:40.34] N-, n-\n[03:42.20] I'm callin' my opps n-\n[03:44.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thug - Ninja [Official Visualizer]\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: Young Thug Videos\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This is the most of them\n  start_ms: 910\n  end_ms: 4490\n- text: This is the one that you see the shadow in the back 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to us (let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (let it breathe, yeah)\n  Rolled me up some stanky f- dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah\n  (you want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in yo' sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-\n  N-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-\n  They better not play with me, n-\n  I sleep with the K with me, n-\n  Some bad s- lay with me, n-\n  My kids, they straight, you n-\n  I'm not fake, you n-\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a n-\n  N-, n-\n  I'm callin' my opps n-\n  N-, n-\n  I'm callin' my opps n-\n"},{"id":34665161,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Young Thug","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, 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That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and, I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take 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Williams is on is on FaceTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there, he runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of 24 officers bein' paid by Mister Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County\n  Or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams\n  That's their job\n  He is dangerous, and, and I\n  I normally don't do this, but I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missin'\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust, n-, yeen on yo' s-\n  Big dawg right now, f- n- talmbout?\n  B-, I ain't hittin' that b- (no)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' no cash, my n- are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' this s-\n  Like us, n-, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they h-\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dawg trappin' loads\n  We got a lotta pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' b- got choked out tryna send the lo' out (huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you b- (let's go)\n  We puttin' that s- on head to toe (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the h- (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  My n-, I'm trench as it get (let go)\n  These f- n- sellin' they soul (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  We pop it wherever we go (let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' n- hope (let it breathe)\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man\n  These n- look up to us (let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (let it breathe, yeah)\n  Rolled me up some stanky f- dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah\n  (you want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in yo' sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-\n  N-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-\n  They better not play with me, n-\n  I sleep with the K with me, n-\n  Some bad s- lay with me, n-\n  My kids, they straight, you n-\n  I'm not fake, you n-\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a n-\n  N-, n-\n  I'm callin' my opps n-\n  N-, n-\n  I'm callin' my opps n-\n"},{"id":32886492,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI (Bonus Edition)","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n[Verse 2]\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nThey better not play with me, nigga\nI sleep with the K with me, nigga\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigga\nMy kids, they straight, you nigga\nI'm not fake, you nigga\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nNigga, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: UY SCUTI (Bonus Edition)\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there\n  He runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and, I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  [Interlude]\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  They better not play with me, nigga\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigga\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigga\n  My kids, they straight, you nigga\n  I'm not fake, you nigga\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n"},{"id":25225724,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI (Supernova Edition)","duration":230.72,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n[Verse 2]\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nThey better not play with me, nigga\nI sleep with the K with me, nigga\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigga\nMy kids, they straight, you nigga\nI'm not fake, you nigga\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nNigga, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: UY SCUTI (Supernova Edition)\n  duration_ms: 230720\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is 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that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  [Interlude]\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  They better not play with me, nigga\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigga\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigga\n  My kids, they straight, you nigga\n  I'm not fake, you nigga\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n"},{"id":24426852,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\n\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck nigga talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigger\nnigger, nigger\nI'm callin' my opps nigger\nThey better not play with me, nigger\nI sleep with the K with me, nigger\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigger\nMy kids, they straight, you nigger\nI'm not fake, you nigger\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigger\nnigger, nigger\nI'm callin' my opps nigger\nnigger, nigger\nI'm callin' my opps nigger","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: UY SCUTI\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there\n  He runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck nigga talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigger\n  nigger, nigger\n  I'm callin' my opps nigger\n  They better not play with me, nigger\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigger\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigger\n  My kids, they straight, you nigger\n  I'm not fake, you nigger\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigger\n  nigger, nigger\n  I'm callin' my opps nigger\n  nigger, nigger\n  I'm callin' my opps nigger\n"},{"id":24407997,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n[Verse 2]\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nThey better not play with me, nigga\nI sleep with the K with me, nigga\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigga\nMy kids, they straight, you nigga\nI'm not fake, you nigga\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nNigga, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there\n  He runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and, I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  [Interlude]\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  They better not play with me, nigga\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigga\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigga\n  My kids, they straight, you nigga\n  I'm not fake, you nigga\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n"},{"id":36858041,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n[Verse 2]\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nThey better not play with me, nigga\nI sleep with the K with me, nigga\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigga\nMy kids, they straight, you nigga\nI'm not fake, you nigga\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nNigga, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: UY SCUTI\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there\n  He runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and, I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  [Interlude]\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  They better not play with me, nigga\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigga\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigga\n  My kids, they straight, you nigga\n  I'm not fake, you nigga\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n"},{"id":33913778,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI","duration":135.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n[Verse 2]\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nThey better not play with me, nigga\nI sleep with the K with me, nigga\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigga\nMy kids, they straight, you nigga\nI'm not fake, you nigga\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nNigga, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: UY SCUTI\n  duration_ms: 135000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there\n  He runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and, I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  [Interlude]\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  They better not play with me, nigga\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigga\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigga\n  My kids, they straight, you nigga\n  I'm not fake, you nigga\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n"},{"id":26974064,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI (Bonus)","duration":230.72,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n[Verse 2]\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nThey better not play with me, nigga\nI sleep with the K with me, nigga\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigga\nMy kids, they straight, you nigga\nI'm not fake, you nigga\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nNigga, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  album: UY SCUTI (Bonus)\n  duration_ms: 230720\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there\n  He runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and, I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  [Interlude]\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  They better not play with me, nigga\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigga\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigga\n  My kids, they straight, you nigga\n  I'm not fake, you nigga\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n"},{"id":38068044,"name":"Ninja","trackName":"Ninja","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directing traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\nIf he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\nA lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\nBecause it's not traceable, it's not trackable\nAnd we know that to be their MO\nHe gets a burner, he gets in there\nHe runs his gang from inside\nAnd he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\nI know what the investigator said, with all due respect\nThat's not the jail, that's their job\nIt's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\nThat's not their job\nThe job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\nHe is dangerous\nAnd, and, I\nI normally don't do this\nBut I don't hesitate in this case\nRespectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\nWe're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\nI believe he's that dangerous, judge\nYeah, Spider\nKing Spider\nYeah\nOh, yeah\nSee Young Thug Live\nGet tickets as low as $314\n\nYou might also like\nYuck\nYoung Thug\nOn The News\nYoung Thug\nCatch Me I’m Falling\nYoung Thug\n\n[Verse 1]\nDrop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\nNigga, you ain't on your shit\nBig dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\nLil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\nOn the way to the party to take they hoes\nI come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\nWe got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\nLil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\nWe trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\nWe puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\nWe puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\nMy nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\nThese fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\nWe pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\nWe sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\nThat's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\nBut everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n[Verse 2]\nRolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\nThey follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\nBig baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\nEvery time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\nWhen she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\nI'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\nTalkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\nI chop off the beat\nI chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\nIt's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\nI bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\nThey wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nThey better not play with me, nigga\nI sleep with the K with me, nigga\nSome bad shit lay with me, nigga\nMy kids, they straight, you nigga\nI'm not fake, you nigga\nBlack diamonds today, I'm a nigga\nNigga, nigga\nI'm callin' my opps nigga\nNigga, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninja\n  artist: Young Thug\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\n  album: UY SCUTI\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directing traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burnеr, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FacеTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there\n  He runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job\n  He is dangerous\n  And, and, I\n  I normally don't do this\n  But I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  See Young Thug Live\n  Get tickets as low as $314\n\n  You might also like\n  Yuck\n  Young Thug\n  On The News\n  Young Thug\n  Catch Me I’m Falling\n  Young Thug\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust\n  Nigga, you ain't on your shit\n  Big dog right now, fuck they talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they hoes\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads\n  We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)\n  We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)\n  My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)\n  These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)\n  We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)\n\n  [Interlude]\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  They better not play with me, nigga\n  I sleep with the K with me, nigga\n  Some bad shit lay with me, nigga\n  My kids, they straight, you nigga\n  I'm not fake, you nigga\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n  I'm callin' my opps nigga\n  Nigga, nigga\n"},{"id":24776725,"name":"Ninja (Paused)","trackName":"Ninja (Paused)","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"UY SCUTI","duration":230.72,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is the most of them\nThis is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\nHe's the one directin' traffic\nHe is the one that we're all afraid of\nHe's the one that's King Slime, he's pullin' the shots\nHe is the most dangerous of the 28, judge\nAnd I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\nThe setup they've 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text: It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)\n  start_ms: 192170\n  end_ms: 195140\n- text: I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  start_ms: 195140\n  end_ms: 198670\n- text: They wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-\n  start_ms: 198670\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: N-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 205270\n- text: They better not play with me, n-\n  start_ms: 205270\n  end_ms: 207390\n- text: I sleep with the K with me, n-\n  start_ms: 207390\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Some bad s- lay with me, n-\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211560\n- text: My kids, they straight, you n-\n  start_ms: 211560\n  end_ms: 213130\n- text: I'm not fake, you n-\n  start_ms: 213130\n  end_ms: 215040\n- text: Black diamonds today, I'm a n-\n  start_ms: 215040\n  end_ms: 216600\n- text: N-, n-\n  start_ms: 216600\n  end_ms: 218590\n- text: I'm callin' my opps n-\n  start_ms: 218590\n  end_ms: 220340\n- text: N-, n-\n  start_ms: 220340\n  end_ms: 222200\n- text: I'm callin' my opps n-\n  start_ms: 222200\n  end_ms: 224330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 224330\nplain: |-\n  This is the most of them\n  This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room\n  He's the one directin' traffic\n  He is the one that we're all afraid of\n  He's the one that's King Slime, he's pullin' the shots\n  He is the most dangerous of the 28, judge\n  And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous\n  The setup they've given to you\n  Is actually goin' to be less control, not more\n  If he gets a burner, judge, and the court may know this\n  A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime\n  Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable\n  And we know that to be their MO\n  He gets a burner, he gets in there, he runs his gang from inside\n  And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell\n  I know what the investigator said, with all due respect\n  That's not the jail, that's their job\n  It's not the job of 24 officers bein' paid by Mister Williams\n  That's not their job\n  The job is the sheriff of Fulton County\n  Or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams\n  That's their job\n  He is dangerous, and, and I\n  I normally don't do this, but I don't hesitate in this case\n  Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond\n  We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missin'\n  I believe he's that dangerous, judge\n\n  Yeah, Spider\n  King Spider\n  Yeah\n  Oh, yeah\n  Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust, n-, yeen on yo' s-\n  Big dawg right now, f- n- talmbout?\n  B-, I ain't hittin' that b- (no)\n  Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' no cash, my n- are rich\n  Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' this s-\n  Like us, n-, we gettin' it\n  On the way to the party to take they h-\n  I come straight from the ghetto, my big dawg trappin' loads\n  We got a lotta pink toes, they wanna sell they soul\n  Lil' b- got choked out tryna send the lo' out (huh)\n  We trappin' and rappin', you b- (let's go)\n  We puttin' that s- on head to toe (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  We sell out the stadiums, yeah (let's go)\n  We puttin' baguettes on the h- (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  My n-, I'm trench as it get (let go)\n  These f- n- sellin' they soul (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  We pop it wherever we go (let's go)\n  We sellin' these lil' n- hope (let it breathe)\n  Yeah, it's King Spider, man\n  These n- look up to us (let it breathe)\n  That's a fact, everything we do (let it breathe)\n  But everything we do is a translation (let it breathe, yeah)\n  Rolled me up some stanky f- dank, yeah\n  They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah\n  Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah\n  Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah\n  (you want a whoopin', son?)\n  When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah\n  I'm the one left the Gucci socks in yo' sheets, yeah\n  Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah\n  I chop off the beat\n  I chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)\n  It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)\n  I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel\n  They wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-\n  N-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-\n  They better not play with me, n-\n  I sleep with the K with me, n-\n  Some bad s- lay with me, n-\n  My kids, they straight, you n-\n  I'm not fake, you n-\n  Black diamonds today, I'm a n-\n  N-, n-\n  I'm callin' my opps n-\n  N-, n-\n  I'm callin' my opps n-\n"}]