Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solo, artist - Zach Farlow. Album song The Great Escape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Urban Angels
Song language: English
Solo |
| All these girls still screamin' YOLO, they actin' like some freaks |
| I’m probably comin' down with Polo, I’m fresh from head to feet |
| And my closet like a dojo, karate chop the beat |
| Any my bass be knockin' solo, I’m wakin' up the streets |
| Paparazzi taking photos, they heard |
| Any yo girl been on the low low, that’s why she’s on her knees |
| You can catch me ridin' solo, don’t need no one with me |
| I’m on mo' with these fifths (Hold Up) |
| Takin' off with no lift (Hold Up) |
| These faux talk with fake lips |
| Y’all get shitted on when im pissed |
| I got one bitch but i want two, they mouth drop when i come through |
| You call me i didn’t pick up, i guess that mean i don’t want you |
| Fly now, i got airtime |
| Hot now, i’m on hilltops |
| Gettin' head while writin' rhymes, so i’m soon to be the next headline |
| My mom left, out her right mine |
| So my dad came, i said «about time» |
| My uncle put my ass in the game, got me squared away like a hairline |
| Lookin' up, ask god «Please let me blow before my deadline» |
| Glock back, it was soon to come |
| Keep ballin' and it ain’t even half time |
| Good hair and these long whips, so i guess its time i start eatin' good |
| But i’m so used to being by myself, when they try to help i still nod and shy |
| Ridin' solo, cruisin' through the streets |
| All these girls still screamin' YOLO, they actin' like some creeps |
| I’m probably comin' down with Polo, I’m fresh from head to feet |
| And my closet like a do-go, karate chop the beat |
| Any my bass be knockin' solo, I’m wakin' up the streets |
| Paparazzi taking photos, they heard |
| Any yo girl been on the low low, that’s why she’s on her knees |
| You can catch me ridin' solo, don’t need no one with me |
| Wrote this song in like 30 minutes, mowed this its too easy for me |
| Now i’m surrounded by 30 women, head down when i’m a lil' greedy to me |
| Flow toxic, i’m spittin' poison |
| Old friends hatin' cuz i made some choices, but i don’t even care i’m still |
| screaming out «Fuck You Homie» im my different voices |
| From the house, some things change |
| When you gettin' paid, the act jaded to you |
| I’m over that, cuz its a new day |
| Drop more hits for y’all to get crazy to |
| Ridin' round with no yo-yo, Im Floyd baby you Cotto |
| And that mean i’m trying to beat it up, we can speed it up or move slow mo |
| Im bout to own this shit i need a pen, tell them bad hoes to get at me |
| And why you up on me, driving me crazy so i started taking her taxes |
| But its all good that’s lessons learned, so i’mma go and blow this cash i earned |
| Solo, cruisin' through the streets |
| All these girls still screamin' YOLO, they actin' like some creeps |
| I’m probably comin' down with Polo, I’m fresh from head to feet |
| And my closet like a dojo, karate chop the beat |
| Any my bass be knockin' solo, I’m wakin' up the streets |
| Paparazzi taking photos, they heard |
| Any yo girl been on the low low, that’s why she’s on her knees |
| You can catch me ridin' solo, don’t need no one with me |
| You can catch me ridin' solo |