| Some boi no knew nutna bout nutna
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| Nutna bout nutna
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| Nutna bout nutna
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| Aye, what you know about stunting?
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| What you know about lame ass niggas always talking bout money?
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| What you know about stray bullets hitting when you never seen it coming?
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| What you know about Joyner Lucas all up in the streets to the flooding?
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| To the bass, ba-ba-ba-ba bass till you running down a motherfucking tunnel?
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| What you know about the cops on the corner tryna knock a nigga hustle?
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| What you know about Illuminati, everybody working for the devil?
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| Feeling dead but I’m working for the living
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| I be in a spaceship getting-getting-getting litted
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| I be Trinidad James, nigga-nigga-nigga, listen
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| What you know about riding?
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| What you know about a check even though a nigga really don’t got it?
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| What you know about the boys at your door while you hiding in the closet?
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| Pray to God they don’t ever catch you slipping or falling
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| Balling on a budget with my windows tinted
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| And you ain’t seen nothing, nigga, you ain’t seen nothing
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| What you know about money from the chop?
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| Hustling on the grind nonstop
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| In the street, but the heat make it hot
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| Looking out for the cops on the block
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| You know nothing bout slanging them rocks
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| Taking hits from nothing to the top
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| Lock it down and setting up shop
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| Getting all that paper and stock
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| Don’t you know that I be riding solo?
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| Making money, staying high with pure dro
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| What you know about the dough that we blow?
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| Don’t play no games, I tell these niggas lay low
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| Yeah, what you know about rhythm?
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| What you know bout an east coast nigga with a sound so trilla?
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| Don’t you know I’m Mike Jack, call you looking at the man in the mirror
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| What you know about a party? |
| Everybody throw your hands to the ceiling
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| To the bass, ba-ba-ba-ba bass and you feel it in your motherfucking fingers
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| What you know about Picasso? |
| I think another picture being painted
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| And what you know about drinking to the pain? |
| All you do is get faded
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| What you know about rapping all day and you dedicate your life to a dream that
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| ain’t paying and knowing there’s a big chance you could never ever make it?
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| That’s fucked up, ain’t it?
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| And what you know about waiting even if a nigga really impatient?
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| I got love for the hood even though I wish I was really in Vegas
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| With bad bitches in the water, I be deep sea swimming
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| To wake up in the car with my windows tinted
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| And you ain’t seen nothing, nigga, you ain’t seen nothing
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| What you know about money from the chop?
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| Hustling on the grind nonstop
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| In the street, but the heat make it hot
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| Looking out for the cops on the block
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| You know nothing bout slanging them rocks
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| Taking hits from nothing to the top
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| Lock it down and setting up shop
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| Getting all that paper and stock
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| Don’t you know that I be riding solo?
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| Making money, staying high pure dro
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| What you know about the dough that we blow?
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| Don’t play no games, I tell these niggas lay low
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| What you know about pain?
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| What you know about living on the edge, ain’t nothing gon' change?
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| What you know about standing on the corner, tryna hustle all day?
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| What you know about scraping up change so your supper get paid?
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| At your door, knock knock knock-knock-knock and your landlord banging for the
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| rent
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| What you know about waiting for a prayer that ain’t never get sent?
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| What you know about trusting nobody? |
| We ain’t never been friends
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| You ain’t never shook hands with the fans
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| I be in the bad bitches put they ass on my hands
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| I be on that low soul, d-d-d-d-d-d-damn
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| What you know about Joyner? |
| (what you know about him?)
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| Nah, what they know about Busy? |
| (Busy, what up, my nigga!)
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| Dead Silence! |
| Joyner!
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| You ain’t know about it
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| What you know about money from the chop?
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| Hustling on the grind nonstop
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| In the street, but the heat make it hot
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| Looking out for the cops on the block
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| You know nothing bout slanging them rocks
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| Taking hits from nothing to the top
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| Lock it down and setting up shop
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| Getting all that paper and stock
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| Don’t you know that I be riding solo?
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| Making money, staying high with pure dro
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| What you know about the dough that we blow?
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| Don’t play no games, I tell these niggas lay low |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Riding Solo, artist - Joyner Lucas. Album song Along Came Joyner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп