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