NAV - Taking Chances (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NAV - Taking Chances (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
I don't like taking chances, I like
fucking hoes I already know
Gave into my thoughts, I can't
ignore these voices anymore
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like
it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin'
my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money goin' where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon' turn you vegetable
Pillow-talking your business to these
bitches, you ain't one of us
Bitch start blowin' me kisses when
she heard me start my engine up
Ain't granting none of her wishes
just because I got my money up
Got a big bag, you don't
want smoke with us
Say you got money, you barely up
I'm givin' bitches pity fucks
I get a check and fuck it up
Hundreds stacked tall
as a monster truck
I be the last one acting tough
We gon' shoot first and watch 'em duck
Been all in, I can call their bluff
Yeah, I done sold a lot of
things but I would never
sell my soul (My soul)
Diamonds biting and I got a Rollie
yellow gold (It's gold)
I am not lying in the
stories that I told
I ain't tryna fuck on a new
bitch my bros don't know
Give into my thoughts, I can't
ignore these voices any more
Pockets filled up with faces, I see
dead people everywhere I go
Spend it but I work too hard just
to waste it on a petty ho
Rockin' my closet, I can't tell you
my favorite, I got plenty clothes
Got a big bag, got some bags of dope
I don't do it myself,
but I got some coke
Protect my wealth, gotta
check for the pole
If rap don't work, goin'
back to the bowl
Say you real, you ain't solid though
Check the paperwork and you told
Yeah, grew up in the jungle now
I'm leadin' a pack of wolves
When we come around, all your
bitches gettin' took
All my haters keep getting
madder, as they should
That's a good indication
that I'm doing good
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