Testo Repercussions - NAV feat. Young Thug
Testo della canzone Repercussions (NAV feat. Young Thug), tratta dall'album Emergency Tsunami
(Wheezy outta here)
Everybody 'round me say I'm doin' too much
When I got some problems, yeah, the drugs come clutch
Shoutout to the opps, we got another cold case
Shoutout to my shooter, he ain't showin' no face
Shoutout to the driver, f- 12, he did the race
They typin' on the computer, the only letter I know is K's
Pull up to the show, I send a hit and hit the stage
Married to the game, I go to war and I engage
What you think? We got all the drink, I'll pour a gallon up
I'ma a jerk, take a half a perc, I f- with stamina
Money and fame, with a little bit of game I get the best of her
Eco friendly, I just went electric, bought the Tesla
Wheezy play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti
Animal inside a lamb, got horses inside the motor
Got a b- named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy s-, that huff and puffin'
It's end of discussion you don't want these repercussions
I just bought lil' shorty twenty Birkins, now they scared of her
Louis drenched her off and I walked in and I'm Hermès up
I told that - to call me papi, I got my turbans up
I'm rich as f-, really you need to switch the topic up
Hickory, dickory, dock, gotta run up my salary and run my credits up
I just bought four b- the same watch because I'm petty as f-
Camera in the rear view Lambo and I seen them speedin' up
Aye, what you want? I got my b- to get her tummy tucked
Too many cameras in the club gotta keep it low, gotta hit his tummy up
Pushed up nose on a brand new with.44 but today I'm Tommy'd up
Sick of these broke ass, petty ass n- and h-, I'm goals
Birthday came and I bought me a two-tone roof and it's suede and it's Rolls
Cash got the two-tone AP, Vegas edition, my n-, you're bold
Birthday on cake and these b-, not fakin' with b-, I'm real as the road
Keep a few tools and n- that's all in they feelings and ready to explode
Drop my chain on the ground and now this b- gotta dry her toes
Wheezy play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti
Animal inside a lamb, got horses inside the motor
Got a b- named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy s- that huff and puffin'
It's end of discussion you don't want these repercussions
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Sean Momberger, Amir Esmailian, Navraj Singh Goraya
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