[{"id":33978864,"name":"Numbers","trackName":"Numbers","artistName":"Young Thug","albumName":"Young Thug Videos","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nThugger Thugger\nGot my broadie London in this mothafucker, man\nI'm telling ya this beat hard, this one hard as fuck, listen bro\nI go up up and away\nAnd I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei\nPlus I'm the realest nigga inside the A\n\nAnd them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah\n\nAnd them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah\nAnd them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga\nI got plenty ammo for your bumblin' nigga\nAmmo for these pussy mothafuckas\nRun up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother\nFuck, nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your father\nImma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther\n\nI'm doing numbers\nI got bands in the bando\nAnd I'm beating David Banner\nAnd I'm smoking on Cabana\nLeanin', movin' slow as grandma\nMotor runnin', 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porcupine\n\nGenius, I'll chase the day\nWait, let me pick up his remains\nLet them gators get their prey\nHold up, hold up, wait\n\nAnd them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah\nAnd them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah\nAnd them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga\nI got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga\nAmmo for these pussy mothafuckas\nRun up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother\nFuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father\nImma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther\nI'm doing numbers","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.96] Yeah\n[00:06.06] Thugger Thugger\n[00:08.45] Got my broadie London in this mothafucker, man\n[00:10.41] I'm telling ya this beat hard, this one hard as fuck, listen bro\n[00:14.97] I go up up and away\n[00:17.32] And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei\n[00:20.79] Plus I'm the realest nigga inside the A\n[00:27.23] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah\n[00:30.42] And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah\n[00:33.97] And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga\n[00:38.59] I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' nigga\n[00:41.10] Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas\n[00:43.71] Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother\n[00:47.12] Fuck, nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your father\n[00:50.82] Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther\n[00:54.30] I'm doing numbers\n[00:55.39] I got bands in the bando\n[00:56.96] And I'm beating David Banner\n[00:58.56] And I'm smoking on Cabana\n[01:00.44] Leanin', movin' slow as grandma\n[01:03.01] Motor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunder\n[01:06.47] Count a hundred on a hunnid more, that's hunger\n[01:09.81] Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry\n[01:14.52] Young Thugger got the munchies\n[01:16.64] All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon\n[01:20.04] Yeah, all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit\n[01:24.91] Yah yah\n[01:27.55] Pussy nigga know they can vomit\n[01:29.48] I'm growing green me and Chi-Chi no pet\n[01:32.83] I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly\n[01:35.66] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah\n[01:39.05] And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah\n[01:42.79] And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga\n[01:47.12] I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga\n[01:49.96] Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas\n[01:52.37] Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother\n[01:55.65] Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father\n[01:59.36] Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther\n[02:02.70] I'm doing numbers\n[02:05.67] Imma tell 'em one time\n[02:11.14] \n[02:16.43] I can read your mind\n[02:19.00] Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run\n[02:22.97] Brand new 24's bitch on climb\n[02:26.35] You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes\n[02:28.92] No sticky fingers, no porcupine\n[02:33.10] Genius, I'll chase the day\n[02:35.75] Wait, let me pick up his remains\n[02:40.01] Let them gators get their prey\n[02:43.48] Hold up, hold up, wait\n[02:44.21] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah\n[02:47.56] And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah\n[02:51.08] And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga\n[02:55.79] I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga\n[02:58.37] Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas\n[03:00.90] Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother\n[03:04.33] Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father\n[03:07.91] Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther\n[03:11.31] I'm doing numbers\n[03:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Numbers\n artist: Young Thug\n album: Young Thug Videos\n duration_ms: 208000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 2960\n end_ms: 6060\n- text: Thugger Thugger\n start_ms: 6060\n end_ms: 8450\n- text: Got my broadie London in this mothafucker, man\n start_ms: 8450\n end_ms: 10410\n- text: I'm telling ya this beat hard, this one hard as fuck, 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K's, yeah\n And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga\n I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga\n Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas\n Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother\n\n Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father\n Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther\n I'm doing numbers\n Imma tell 'em one time\n\n I can read your mind\n Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run\n Brand new 24's bitch on climb\n You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes\n No sticky fingers, no porcupine\n\n Genius, I'll chase the day\n Wait, let me pick up his remains\n Let them gators get their prey\n Hold up, hold up, wait\n\n And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah\n And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah\n And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga\n I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga\n Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas\n Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother\n Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and 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so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man\n[00:23.45] True the man, true the man, true to my nigga\n[00:25.39] True religion, Buddha man\n[00:27.45] My money stack tall as Ludacris afro\n[00:29.39] And I swear I'ma shoot with that\n[00:30.98] I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that?\n[00:33.14] \n[00:35.88] Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that\n[00:38.49] I'm so fresh like dish detergent\n[00:40.51] If you not fresh she so through with that\n[00:44.04] If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that\n[00:47.67] Yes you not cool, no you not bool\n[00:49.56] I don't give no damn I'm not calling you boo\n[00:52.57] My bitch she a jewel\n[00:54.01] You can't prove a point, boy you know you so doomed\n[00:56.65] You know you so doomed\n[00:57.53] I swear I'm so lost with no clue\n[01:00.07] Don't know what to do\n[01:01.42] Over load, over load I over load on these niggas\n[01:03.59] \n[01:06.96] Ain't know how to milk these cows\n[01:08.58] She made that dick grow now it's big like a tower\n[01:12.23] Yaow, front pockets filled up with bands, no Bible\n[01:15.70] Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands\n[01:19.75] Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man\n[01:21.17] Pop me a Xannie I'm fast\n[01:23.51] I'm so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man\n[01:26.09] True the man, true the man, true to my nigga\n[01:28.58] True religion, Buddha man\n[01:30.49] My money stack tall like Ludacris afro\n[01:32.11] And I swear I'ma shoot with that\n[01:34.61] I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that?\n[01:36.92] Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that\n[01:38.99] \n[01:41.70] I'm so fresh like dish detergent\n[01:43.06] If you not fresh she so through with that\n[01:45.12] \n[01:49.13] If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that\n[01:50.73] Pull up hop out the block, they tucking they tail like a hooter clan\n[01:52.65] Dressed in all black, I'm always on the road, just like a Uber man\n[01:55.10] We wrappin' and sendin' them packs\n[01:57.14] \n[01:59.31] Soon as they land we movin' em\n[02:02.04] Blame it on the OG's, they influenced me on everything\n[02:03.31] Count money nigga, I ain't juh met money, nigga\n[02:05.36] \n[02:08.25] I put lipstick on the 'rari, she say that's delicious\n[02:10.30] \n[02:13.93] Who that in that Crown Vic, he look suspicious (Shhh)\n[02:15.98] \n[02:19.78] I just jugged 100 pounds, I made a...\n[02:21.12] Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands\n[02:24.63] Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man\n[02:26.53] Pop me a Xannie I'm fast\n[02:27.84] I'm so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man\n[02:28.72] True the man, true the man, true to my nigga\n[02:30.24] True religion, Buddha man\n[02:31.99] My money stack tall like Ludacris afro\n[02:33.20] And I swear I'ma shoot with that\n[02:35.19] I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that?\n[02:37.58] Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that\n[02:39.46] I'm so fresh like dish detergent\n[02:41.50] \n[02:47.54] If you not fresh she so through with that\n[02:51.20] If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that\n[02:51.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: With That\n artist: Young Thug\n album: Numbers\n duration_ms: 229000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands\n start_ms: 11220\n end_ms: 15800\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 15800\n end_ms: 17840\n- text: Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man\n start_ms: 17840\n end_ms: 20830\n- text: Pop me a Xannie I'm fast\n start_ms: 20830\n end_ms: 22080\n- text: I'm so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man\n start_ms: 22080\n end_ms: 23450\n- text: True the man, true the man, true to my nigga\n start_ms: 23450\n end_ms: 25390\n- text: True religion, Buddha man\n start_ms: 25390\n end_ms: 27450\n- text: My money stack tall as Ludacris afro\n start_ms: 27450\n end_ms: 29390\n- text: And I swear I'ma shoot with that\n start_ms: 29390\n end_ms: 30980\n- text: I 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Fuck, nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your father\n[00:50.82] Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther\n[00:54.30] I'm doing numbers\n[00:55.39] I got bands in the bando\n[00:56.96] And I'm beating David Banner\n[00:58.56] And I'm smoking on Cabana\n[01:00.44] Leanin', movin' slow as grandma\n[01:03.01] Motor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunder\n[01:06.47] Count a hundred on a hunnid more, that's hunger\n[01:09.81] Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry\n[01:14.52] Young Thugger got the munchies\n[01:16.64] All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon\n[01:20.04] Yeah, all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit\n[01:24.91] Yah yah\n[01:27.55] Pussy nigga know they can vomit\n[01:29.48] I'm growing green me and Chi-Chi no pet\n[01:32.83] I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly\n[01:35.66] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah\n[01:39.05] And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah\n[01:42.79] And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for 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Yeah, thumbs up\n I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course\n My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco\n And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)\n You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)\n You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans\n I let that choppa go \"blocka, blocka,\" get back, son (Back)\n You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)\n\n But really what is it to do\n When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n Nigga tell me what you do\n Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n I got a hundred things to do\n And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\n Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)\n Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)\n You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)\n We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)\n I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)\n We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)\n A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)\n\n I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga, I do)\n Birdman Willie B (What?)\n Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)\n Hundred K on private flights overseas (Overseas)\n Choppas City nigga, free BG (BG)\n Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)\n Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (In a week)\n Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (We them streets)\n Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat\n\n But really what is it to do\n When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?\n Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you\n Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you\n Nigga tell me what you do\n Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?\n I got a hundred things to do\n And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures\n\n Nigga, I'm a crack addict\n Thought about lettin' them get a cut\n Then I went and snagged at it\n Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it\n I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit\n I stick to the ground like a motherfuckin' rug\n I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup\n\n Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug\n Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub\n I ain't even lyin', baby\n I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no\n First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or\n I might dap you like, \"good try, baby\"\n Big B livin', baby\n Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs\n\n I promise their mama see them this week\n And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)\n I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds\n She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)\n In Miami I swear they don't got good weed\n Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?\n\n Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga\n Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?\n We in that Red Light District, you understand?\n We three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me?\n Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga\n We can blow a mil', boy\n Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!\n"},{"id":6880586,"name":"Amazing","trackName":"Amazing","artistName":"Young Thug feat. DJ Chop Chop","albumName":"Numbers","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sticky kush, sticky kush\nTell me your name\n(Wheezy Beats)\n\nNigga have you ever dreamed?\nI was the man and you a thing\nOne and two\nAnytime I get mad, I can goodbye to you\nGod damn, who the hell let rats in the house?\nKing of lions, who let these cats run out of the house?\nHouston, Texas when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch\nI'm not playin', I want it bad, call shots like a spouse\nWe roll that kushy up, we eat that pussy though\nSuck it til you're throwin' up, my Phantom grey, no hound\nI lost a Lear, no bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck\nStop playin', lil' bitty boy, you a duck\nHe ain't YSL, nigga, he ain't in the hut\nI might stop by and let that little bitch lush\nI pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus\nLittle nigga, you know what it was\nYou know what it is, you know what it does\nI'm makin' your old lady shake it\nShe suckin' too slow, I'm impatient\nMy diamonds so wet like a basin\nDon't know where to go, I'm amazin'\n\nWhat's amazin'? I don't know\nWhat's amazin'? I don't know\nWhat's amazin'? I don't know\nWhat's amazin'? (Amazing is a grateful thing)\nI might accept your apology\nI mean you throw L's up if you ain't followin'\nI am a beast, your life I'll be swallowin'\nAnd I've been drinkin', I need to bottle this\n\nMan I'm so tired of these niggas man\nI am so tired of these bitches\nI'm so magnificent, studio workin'\nI'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'\nYour bitch want my milk\nI'm sittin' at the top lookin' down at these wimps\nThese hoes just roll me a blunt\nAnd you know that they stuff it, it cannot be imps\nI never had cutlass and donks\nI based up my bankroll then based out my trunk\nI might fuck that lil' bitch in the mornin'\nI might put her out and call Tyrone\nSnoop Dogg, I might go ahead and bone\nI'm big ballin', bitch put me inside the dome\nI'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The tight way)\nI'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The right way)\nI'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The scary sight way)\nI'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The goodnight way)\nTake some sand to the beach\nParty with a couple foreign freaks\nKim K lookin' ho, Yeezy\nFlorida livin' nigga, Pork N Beans\n\nYeah, and I'ma ride this bitch tonight\nAnd I just might ride this bitch tonight\nPork N Beans where you at baby?\nPork N Beans where you at baby?\n\nBrown sugar on that bitch\nPull up with a ho and she know I'm ready to\nBust her, pay her, leave her, fuck her\nI don't wait up, hold up, let me check my mail\nHe broke, he servin' his squad with a scale\nI make it rain, I hope all is well\nI pull off deep like what in the hell?\nHo give all my niggas some bails\nWait I'ma lay down 'fore I'll tell\nPull up in old school Chevelles\nI don't save pictures, they might get revealed\nHow many times have I asked are you well?\nHow many times have I popped a perc pill?\nHow many homies at home on the bail?\nHow many times have I told you you shell?\nHow many meals have I ate until I burp?\nDropping the top on the Mulsanne ain't no hot top on merchs\nHey I worked so hard to get out that dirt\nHey I was thinking this is not that work","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Amazing\n artist: Young Thug feat. DJ Chop Chop\n album: Numbers\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Sticky kush, sticky kush\n Tell me your name\n (Wheezy Beats)\n\n Nigga have you ever dreamed?\n I was the man and you a thing\n One and two\n Anytime I get mad, I can goodbye to you\n God damn, who the hell let rats in the house?\n King of lions, who let these cats run out of the house?\n Houston, Texas when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch\n I'm not playin', I want it bad, call shots like a spouse\n We roll that kushy up, we eat that pussy though\n Suck it til you're throwin' up, my Phantom grey, no hound\n I lost a Lear, no bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck\n Stop playin', lil' bitty boy, you a duck\n He ain't YSL, nigga, he ain't in the hut\n I might stop by and let that little bitch lush\n I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus\n Little nigga, you know what it was\n You know what it is, you know what it does\n I'm makin' your old lady shake it\n She suckin' too slow, I'm impatient\n My diamonds so wet like a basin\n Don't know where to go, I'm amazin'\n\n What's amazin'? I don't know\n What's amazin'? I don't know\n What's amazin'? I don't know\n What's amazin'? (Amazing is a grateful thing)\n I might accept your apology\n I mean you throw L's up if you ain't followin'\n I am a beast, your life I'll be swallowin'\n And I've been drinkin', I need to bottle this\n\n Man I'm so tired of these niggas man\n I am so tired of these bitches\n I'm so magnificent, studio workin'\n I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'\n Your bitch want my milk\n I'm sittin' at the top lookin' down at these wimps\n These hoes just roll me a blunt\n And you know that they stuff it, it cannot be imps\n I never had cutlass and donks\n I based up my bankroll then based out my trunk\n I might fuck that lil' bitch in the mornin'\n I might put her out and call Tyrone\n Snoop Dogg, I might go ahead and bone\n I'm big ballin', bitch put me inside the dome\n I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The tight way)\n I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The right way)\n I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The scary sight way)\n I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The goodnight way)\n Take some sand to the beach\n Party with a couple foreign freaks\n Kim K lookin' ho, Yeezy\n Florida livin' nigga, Pork N Beans\n\n Yeah, and I'ma ride this bitch tonight\n And I just might ride this bitch tonight\n Pork N Beans where you at baby?\n Pork N Beans where you at baby?\n\n Brown sugar on that bitch\n Pull up with a ho and she know I'm ready to\n Bust her, pay her, leave her, fuck her\n I don't wait up, hold up, let me check my mail\n He broke, he servin' his squad with a scale\n I make it rain, I hope all is well\n I pull off deep like what in the hell?\n Ho give all my niggas some bails\n Wait I'ma lay down 'fore I'll tell\n Pull up in old school Chevelles\n I don't save pictures, they might get revealed\n How many times have I asked are you well?\n How many times have I popped a perc pill?\n How many homies at home on the bail?\n How many times have I told you you shell?\n How many meals have I ate until I burp?\n Dropping the top on the Mulsanne ain't no hot top on merchs\n Hey I worked so hard to get out that dirt\n Hey I was thinking this is not that work\n"},{"id":2186143,"name":"Dome","trackName":"Dome","artistName":"Young Thug feat. DJ Chop Chop","albumName":"Numbers","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got like 5 million in 12 hundred thousand hoes\nThey drippin' all over my mother fuckin' clothes\n\nLet's go off the dome\nI can't make it home\nI fucked her, I boned her\nShe leave an aroma\nThey calling my phone up\nMy girl like \"What's going on?\"\nShe's sucking, puttin' me in a coma\nI nut on that fish on my sofa\n\nDickie suit, tux\nFlat, hanging to the right\nPut that young bitch in a bucket\nKid Cudi, fuck her all day and all night\nOk, I'm in this bitch with lil Duke, no way\nYou can be with me, you too, four way\nPut that bitch off from my deuce, slow day\nI'ma sell at least like 2\n\nThugga Thugga what it do\nRiding in the fast lane, I'ma Luda (Skrrr)\nAll these drugs that we abusing (drugs)\nAddicting to winning, not losing\nI'm in the kitchen just cooking (cook it up)\nMiddle finger to a bucket (fuck em)\nFuck running off, fuck nigga I took it\nDiamond so wet, I might need to douche it\n\nThat means they shower, they shower me\nJust like lil nigga [?] will be\nWin is what my niggas can all be\nBeyoncé bitch I'm a bumblebee\n[?] you can stick on me\nJingle bells, baby you can ring on me\n\n458 California 'Rari\nI got that old money, call it Atari\nLet's go off the dome, I chop by the dome\nKeep a couple grams in my field pocket\nKeep a pocket rocket on me\nAin't no guessing if I'm gon' pop it\nGot a lot of blood homies\nAnd guess what it ain't no stopping\n\nHop in the car and I'm whiling, I'm styling\nI hop out it cause I'm [?] drove\nFuck nigga try me, no Eddie Bauer\nI'ma pull up and make it rain, shower\nI'ma lick it when it come to that pussy\nI hop up like the Isis tower (hop up)\nI would rather be a coyote than be a coward\n\nI creep right up on them\nHit em with the AK, 7 in the morning (pew pew)\nNo Christmas Eve, caught him by surprise, he was still yawning\nI'm running the city, you running that loner, I'm running with owners\nI'm running with owners, I'm not even thinking I'm right off the dome","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.56] I got like 5 million in 12 hundred thousand hoes\n[00:11.73] They drippin' all over my mother fuckin' clothes\n[00:17.27] Let's go off the dome\n[00:19.07] I can't make it home\n[00:20.85] I fucked her, I boned her\n[00:22.66] She leave an aroma\n[00:25.36] They calling my phone up\n[00:27.15] My girl like \"What's going on?\"\n[00:29.06] She's sucking, puttin' me in a coma\n[00:30.82] I nut on that fish on my sofa\n[00:33.59] Dickie suit, tux\n[00:51.83] Flat, hanging to the right\n[00:55.45] Put that young bitch in a bucket\n[00:57.24] Kid Cudi, fuck her all day and all night\n[00:59.08] Ok, I'm in this bitch with lil Duke, no way\n[01:00.93] You can be with me, you too, four way\n[01:03.62] Put that bitch off from my deuce, slow day\n[01:06.34] I'ma sell at least like 2\n[01:08.10] Thugga Thugga what it do\n[01:09.08] Riding in the fast lane, I'ma Luda (Skrrr)\n[01:11.77] All these drugs that we abusing (drugs)\n[01:14.42] Addicting to winning, not losing\n[01:16.23] I'm in the kitchen just cooking (cook it up)\n[01:18.02] Middle finger to a bucket (fuck em)\n[01:19.81] Fuck running off, fuck nigga I took it\n[01:22.69] Diamond so wet, I might need to douche it\n[01:24.41] That means they shower, they shower me\n[01:26.23] Just like lil nigga [?] will be\n[01:28.97] Win is what my niggas can all be\n[01:30.75] Beyoncé bitch I'm a bumblebee\n[01:33.42] [?] you can stick on me\n[01:37.92] Jingle bells, baby you can ring on me\n[01:41.68] 458 California 'Rari\n[02:17.79] I got that old money, call it Atari\n[02:20.40] Let's go off the dome, I chop by the dome\n[02:21.33] Keep a couple grams in my field pocket\n[02:24.06] Keep a pocket rocket on me\n[02:25.86] Ain't no guessing if I'm gon' pop it\n[02:27.69] Got a lot of blood homies\n[02:30.42] And guess what it ain't no stopping\n[02:32.28] Hop in the car and I'm whiling, I'm styling\n[02:34.99] I hop out it cause I'm [?] drove\n[02:36.76] Fuck nigga try me, no Eddie Bauer\n[02:38.53] I'ma pull up and make it rain, shower\n[02:40.33] I'ma lick it when it come to that pussy\n[02:43.04] I hop up like the Isis tower (hop up)\n[02:44.87] I would rather be a coyote than be a coward\n[02:49.35] I creep right up on them\n[02:52.09] Hit em with the AK, 7 in the morning (pew pew)\n[02:53.88] No Christmas Eve, caught him by surprise, he was still yawning\n[02:58.43] I'm running the city, you running that loner, I'm running with owners\n[03:02.06] I'm running with owners, I'm not even thinking I'm right off the dome\n[03:06.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dome\n artist: Young Thug feat. 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money nigga, I ain't juh met money, nigga\n[02:05.36] \n[02:08.25] I put lipstick on the 'rari, she say that's delicious\n[02:10.30] \n[02:13.93] Who that in that Crown Vic, he look suspicious (Shhh)\n[02:15.98] \n[02:19.78] I just jugged 100 pounds, I made a...\n[02:21.12] Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands\n[02:24.63] Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man\n[02:26.53] Pop me a Xannie I'm fast\n[02:27.84] I'm so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man\n[02:28.72] True the man, true the man, true to my nigga\n[02:30.24] True religion, Buddha man\n[02:31.99] My money stack tall like Ludacris afro\n[02:33.20] And I swear I'ma shoot with that\n[02:35.19] I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that?\n[02:37.58] Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that\n[02:39.46] I'm so fresh like dish detergent\n[02:41.50] \n[02:47.54] If you not fresh she so through with that\n[02:51.20] If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that\n[02:51.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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it\n Gotta open new accounts 'cause the others overcrowded\n Gotta open up the stores when they closed\n When we shoppin' for my girl, wear\n The clothes that ain't nobody rockin'\n She so bad, I don't know what to do with her\n I know just what to do in her\n My homies hit me up and said they goin' out tonight\n I said I'm with my girl tonight, I can't fuck with you niggas\n I'ma take care of her\n\n Rich Gang\n Don't get scared now, pussy nigga\n Ayy, take care of her\n If, if I don't do nothin' worse, swear to God I'll take care of her\n Take care of lil' mom, take care of big mom\n Take care of her (Take care of her), take care of her\n Take care of her (Take care of her), take care of my mom\n Young, Young Mula, baby\n Rich Girl\n Rich Gang\n"},{"id":35063793,"name":"Take Care","trackName":"Take Care","artistName":"Young Thug, Lil Wayne","albumName":"Trap Doin' Numbers","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young Mula, baby\nYoung Mula, 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bitch they hatin'\n\n Salutations to my old ho\n\n And thank you for your participation\n\n No chaser for my girl though (Rich Girl)\n She go harder than me on okay\n Gettin' wasted with my girl\n\n Then we 69 'til we need ventilation\n\n You don't know about it\n Gotta open new accounts 'cause the others overcrowded\n Gotta open up the stores when they closed\n When we shoppin' for my girl, wear\n The clothes that ain't nobody rockin'\n She so bad, I don't know what to do with her\n I know just what to do in her\n My homies hit me up and said they goin' out tonight\n I said I'm with my girl tonight, I can't fuck with you niggas\n I'ma take care of her\n\n Rich Gang\n Don't get scared now, pussy nigga\n Ayy, take care of her\n If, if I don't do nothin' worse, swear to God I'll take care of her\n Take care of lil' mom, take care of big mom\n Take care of her (Take care of her), take care of her\n Take care of her (Take care of her), take care of my mom\n Young, Young Mula, baby\n Rich 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therefore she gon' watch me like cable\n\n Ayy, take care of her\n If, if I don't do nothin' worse, swear\n To God I'll take care of her (Yeah)\n Take care of lil' mom, take care of big mom (Yeah)\n Take care of her (Yeah), take care of her\n Take care of her (Yeah), take care of her (Yeah)\n\n Woah, hundred million, go to meet a billion (Jesus)\n Rent, rent a Bentley, you can keep the ceiling (Rich Gang)\n Ooh, take a trip to Peru\n\n Baby suck my dick like Snoop (Yeah)\n Blood gang bico, sawoo (Blick)\n Dinosaur bankroll, woo-woo (Blick, blick)\n H&M, bought a hundred Timbs (Ah)\n Throw that boy shit, bim-bim (Ah)\n Baby keep that pussy (Ah)\n Baby keep that pussy clean, trill (What?)\n Bought a castle with my last deal (What?)\n Boy, don't talk about no bad deal (What?)\n Lil' nigga, you late\n\n Okay (Okay), I'ma put the pedal to the race (Skrrt)\n I'ma put the pedal, not the brake (Woo)\n Ice is on my ring, you can skate (Skate)\n Yeah, this shit cold like a case (What?)\n That a nigga that snitch dealin' with (Ooh, ooh)\n All these motherfuckin' bitches (All these bitches)\n Hundred shit, yeah, hundred shit\n I'ma build a hole for a snitch, not a ditch, shit\n\n They be hatin' on my girl though\n\n And they wish they was the bitch they hatin'\n\n Salutations to my old ho\n\n And thank you for your participation\n\n No chaser for my girl though (Rich Girl)\n She go harder than me on okay\n Gettin' wasted with my girl\n\n Then we 69 'til we need ventilation\n\n You don't know about it\n Gotta open new accounts 'cause the others overcrowded\n Gotta open up the stores when they closed\n When we shoppin' for my girl, wear\n The clothes that ain't nobody rockin'\n She so bad, I don't know what to do with her\n I know just what to do in her\n My homies hit me up and said they goin' out tonight\n I said I'm with my girl tonight, I can't fuck with you niggas\n I'ma take care of her\n\n Rich Gang\n Don't get scared now, pussy nigga\n Ayy, take care of her\n If, if I don't do nothin' worse, swear to God I'll take care of her\n Take care of lil' mom, take care of big mom\n Take care of her (Take care of her), take care of her\n Take care of her (Take care of her), take care of my mom\n Young, Young Mula, baby\n Rich Girl\n Rich Gang\n"}]