NAV - Know Me lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[NAV - Know Me lyrics]
Balenci (hmm) , shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm) , everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm) , double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting 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 cuffing 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
Going 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 glistenin'
VVs hit like this
Bing
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
Let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack
Diamonds on baseball bat
They hittin'
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register
Pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might've
Fucked that bitch
But she ain't my ting ting
I'm TT (hmm) , rolling up the dope
Bad bitch freaky
(hmm) , grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky
(hmm) , taking 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 RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it
Had a dream I was in a cell
380 racks can book me
You know all my tickets gon sell
Balenci (hmm) , shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm) , everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm) , double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin'
VVs hit like this
Bing
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
Let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack
Diamonds on baseball bat
They hittin'
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register
Pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might've
Fucked that bitch
But she ain't my ting ting
They know me (hmm) , everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm) , double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting 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 cuffing 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
Going 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 glistenin'
VVs hit like this
Bing
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
Let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack
Diamonds on baseball bat
They hittin'
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register
Pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might've
Fucked that bitch
But she ain't my ting ting
I'm TT (hmm) , rolling up the dope
Bad bitch freaky
(hmm) , grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky
(hmm) , taking 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 RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it
Had a dream I was in a cell
380 racks can book me
You know all my tickets gon sell
Balenci (hmm) , shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm) , everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm) , double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin'
VVs hit like this
Bing
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
Let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack
Diamonds on baseball bat
They hittin'
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register
Pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might've
Fucked that bitch
But she ain't my ting ting