| You don’t know my struggle
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| You don’t know my struggle
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| You don’t know my hustle
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| You don’t know my hustle
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| Step pops gon' try me, had to show 'em my muscle
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| Fuck nigga, I don’t trust you
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| Fuck nigga, I don’t trust you, yeah
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy, that baby boy
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| That baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy, that baby boy
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| That baby boy shit
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Sixteen on my own, young nigga being grown
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| Couldn’t trap, I had to rob niggas
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| Cause I ain’t even have a phone
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| I was tryna be a man, got me feeling all alone
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| Ain’t nobody to the right side
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| So I had to go and do some wrong
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| You don’t know my struggle, niggas tryna eat
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| Damn, Top Ramen for a week
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| Nigga barely even had a sheet
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| Boy, I wasn’t rocking no designers
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| Had the same Jordans on my feet
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| I was talking 'bout being rich, nigga
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| When broke was really me, yeah
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| Swear to God they love to hate
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| They’ll fake it to your face
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| They just wanna see you fall off
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| They ain’t tryna see you get the cake |
| I remember I was starving
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| Fake twenties, had to bust 'em
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| I was serving got the lean on me
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| Had to stretch it out, Robitussin
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| You don’t know my struggle
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| You don’t know my struggle
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| You don’t know my hustle
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| You don’t know my hustle
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| Step pops gon' try me, had to show 'em my muscle
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| Fuck nigga, I don’t trust you
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| Fuck nigga, I don’t trust you, yeah
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| It’s that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy, that baby boy
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| That baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy, that baby boy
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| That baby boy shit
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Roddy Ricch, nigga, that’s the stage name
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| Yesterday I was just Roddy broke
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| But if rap fall, back to bank scam
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| Robbing niggas and selling the dope
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| Back in high school, I was fucked up
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| I’m like, «How I’m gon' pay for the bus?»
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| So at night time I has hittin' licks to pay my phone bill for the month
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| Still, I’ll lookout for a nigga
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| Go and take the top bunk
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| Streets knowin' I’m a lil' nigga
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| But I ain’t never been a punk
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| Most time I was on the floor |
| Use a coat for a pillow
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| To a five star hotel, one day gon' feel it
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| Now it’s back to the floor
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| Up and down got me seasick
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| Hope God lookout for me
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| One day I’ma be rich
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| So I stay prayed up
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| Forgive me for the way I came up, yeah
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| Ayy
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| You don’t know my struggle
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| You don’t know my struggle
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| You don’t know my hustle
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| You don’t know my hustle
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| Step pops gon' try me, had to show 'em my muscle
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| Fuck nigga, I don’t trust you
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| Fuck nigga, I don’t trust you, yeah
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy, that baby boy
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| That baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| This that baby boy shit
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| Fuck nigga don’t trust you no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| Ayy, ayy
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| And the birds seen motherfucker
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| Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Boy ( Struggle), artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Feed tha Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп