NAV, Baby Face Ray - Mismatch lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[NAV, Baby Face Ray - Mismatch lyrics]
Please don't judge me by my past
If I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn
A million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass
I sniped a model and her friend
I can't talk hot on the phone
The situation that I'm in
I keep driving home drunk and I
Keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand
Now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti
Shit look different through my lens
Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada
Big plaques walking through my crib
I got a lot of
My block is hot
I walk through and I'm scared
To step on lava
My lil' homies proud of me
And still be sellin' product
I be flossing
Valet runnin' to me when I park up
Took her shoppin', got that girl a kit
It was a start up
Expensive gas
They smelling my aroma when I spark up
Don't take me simple
I'm the wrong tree that you should bark up
Please don't judge me by my past
If I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn
A million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass
I sniped a model and her friend
I can't talk hot on the phone
The situation that I'm in
I keep driving home drunk and I
Keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand
Now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti
Shit look different through my lens
Carti frames cost a lil' more
'cause they got icing
Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow bitch, you get money too
Then you're her type
Gambling, type to risk it all
And throw the dice in
Music business litty but I'm
Workin' on the low
Man, these rap niggas be friendly
You just met 'em
Now it's bro
I just touched down for a bag
And rockin' Marni to a show
Bitch is Wavy Gang
Hoes getting gnarly on a boat
Facemob, yeah
They call me that 'cause my hands in it
I'm the first in Celine Timberlands
They should put me in the Guinness
God's son
Know I repent 'cause I be sinnin'
Drop a bag and fuel the trenches
It ain't shit to see 'em spin it
Know I'm staying litty
Please don't judge me by my past
If I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn
A million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass
I sniped a model and her friend
I can't talk hot on the phone
The situation that I'm in
I keep driving home drunk and I
Keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand
Now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti
Shit look different through my lens
If I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn
A million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass
I sniped a model and her friend
I can't talk hot on the phone
The situation that I'm in
I keep driving home drunk and I
Keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand
Now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti
Shit look different through my lens
Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada
Big plaques walking through my crib
I got a lot of
My block is hot
I walk through and I'm scared
To step on lava
My lil' homies proud of me
And still be sellin' product
I be flossing
Valet runnin' to me when I park up
Took her shoppin', got that girl a kit
It was a start up
Expensive gas
They smelling my aroma when I spark up
Don't take me simple
I'm the wrong tree that you should bark up
Please don't judge me by my past
If I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn
A million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass
I sniped a model and her friend
I can't talk hot on the phone
The situation that I'm in
I keep driving home drunk and I
Keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand
Now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti
Shit look different through my lens
Carti frames cost a lil' more
'cause they got icing
Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow bitch, you get money too
Then you're her type
Gambling, type to risk it all
And throw the dice in
Music business litty but I'm
Workin' on the low
Man, these rap niggas be friendly
You just met 'em
Now it's bro
I just touched down for a bag
And rockin' Marni to a show
Bitch is Wavy Gang
Hoes getting gnarly on a boat
Facemob, yeah
They call me that 'cause my hands in it
I'm the first in Celine Timberlands
They should put me in the Guinness
God's son
Know I repent 'cause I be sinnin'
Drop a bag and fuel the trenches
It ain't shit to see 'em spin it
Know I'm staying litty
Please don't judge me by my past
If I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn
A million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass
I sniped a model and her friend
I can't talk hot on the phone
The situation that I'm in
I keep driving home drunk and I
Keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand
Now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti
Shit look different through my lens