NAV - Know Me (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NAV - Know Me (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), double
cup, make a toast
Got rackies, gettin’
bags coast to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up, diamond
rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (What?), she
get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffin' that bitch (No),
that ain’t on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but
I fucked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, goin'
fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane, make
a smart girl give me brain
Let the perkys kill my pain, break a
hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name,
hottest brown boy in the game
Got two chains, my diamonds glistening,
VV's hit like Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant
bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah)
No cash register, pockets
on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch,
but she ain't my ting-ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, got
a boyfriend, know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds
on baseball bat, they hitting
(Bling-bling, yeah)
No cash register, pockets on ching-
ching (Ching-ching, yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch,
but she ain’t my ting-ting
I’m TT (Hmm), rollin' up the dope
Bad bitch freaky (Hmm), grab
the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky (Uh), AP flooded,
I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), takin’
a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me,
cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it,
lost my Re Up inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it,
had a dream I was in a cell
Pay 80 racks and book me, you know
all my tickets gon' sell (Yeah)
Codeine (Hmm), double cup make a toast
Got rackies, gettin'
bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistening,
VV’s hit like Bisping
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