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Studio Fit Riddim Video (MV)




Performed By: Knucks
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Ashley Nwachukwu




Knucks - Studio Fit Riddim Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Da-da-da-da-da-na, na-na)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo

Remember when she told me I should travel more?
Now she message "come home" whenever I'm abroad
(What?) Let's have it right
Knucks so hot, let's check the Fahrenheit
So only makes sense they put the man in ice
A few new things, new chains, new rings (ice!)
A new wallet, 'cause my other joint was too thin (aw, come on)
I'm making profit like a puppet 'cause I move strings (huh?)
Nah, that's the puppeteer (uh)
Bro, who f*cking cares?! (What)
Waited for a couple years, tryna let my peers flourish (yeah, flourish)
But they ain't hold the flame to Knucks, and I'm just being honest
New song but there ain't no one that I hear run it
Got 'em all like Trump covering their ears from it
For me, they throw a fist of power while they're in the shower
Eyes closed with the iPhone, tryna get louder
I heard your mandem close the tabs and they quit the browser
Mmm uh-uh (uh) yo!
But navigating through the scene is kinda like a maze
I know she liking what she see, she tryna ride the wave
Tryna bring my family through this thing, I'm kinda like the Wayans
But Knucks is the Rock, I'm kinda like Dwayne (what I'm cooking up!)
Nothing but my Johnson and my word in this mighty game
But niggas tryna break 'em like they swiping chains
I'm on their necks with my next one, if I can say
It's nothing that can last or as dark, it's kinda night and day (night and day)
Still mourning the losses they decide to take
I eat my cake and just wait, another slice of cake (another slice?)
Old bros try desert me, now it's pie in face
'Cause they was salty, not surprised they didn't like the taste (haaaa!)
Take a pic, it lasts longer, this what makes the heart fonder
My yardie take step to my yard like "What the rass-bumba?!"
Can't front, the facts getting clapped like an ass thunder
But I ain't tryna strike twice, or where her dargs number, you know

Right, come home now
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Da-da-da-da-da-na, na-na)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo

Remember when she told me I should travel more?
Now she message "come home" whenever I'm abroad
(What?) Let's have it right
Knucks so hot, let's check the Fahrenheit
So only makes sense they put the man in ice
A few new things, new chains, new rings (ice!)
A new wallet, 'cause my other joint was too thin (aw, come on)
I'm making profit like a puppet 'cause I move strings (huh?)
Nah, that's the puppeteer (uh)
Bro, who f*cking cares?! (What)
Waited for a couple years, tryna let my peers flourish (yeah, flourish)
But they ain't hold the flame to Knucks, and I'm just being honest
New song but there ain't no one that I hear run it
Got 'em all like Trump covering their ears from it
For me, they throw a fist of power while they're in the shower
Eyes closed with the iPhone, tryna get louder
I heard your mandem close the tabs and they quit the browser
Mmm uh-uh (uh) yo!
But navigating through the scene is kinda like a maze
I know she liking what she see, she tryna ride the wave
Tryna bring my family through this thing, I'm kinda like the Wayans
But Knucks is the Rock, I'm kinda like Dwayne (what I'm cooking up!)
Nothing but my Johnson and my word in this mighty game
But niggas tryna break 'em like they swiping chains
I'm on their necks with my next one, if I can say
It's nothing that can last or as dark, it's kinda night and day (night and day)
Still mourning the losses they decide to take
I eat my cake and just wait, another slice of cake (another slice?)
Old bros try desert me, now it's pie in face
'Cause they was salty, not surprised they didn't like the taste (haaaa!)
Take a pic, it lasts longer, this what makes the heart fonder
My yardie take step to my yard like "What the rass-bumba?!"
Can't front, the facts getting clapped like an ass thunder
But I ain't tryna strike twice, or where her dargs number, you know

Right, come home now
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Writer: Ashley Nwachukwu
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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