a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

nav - free santana lyrics

[chorus: nav]
why would i buy a ghost if there’s a phantom? (yeah)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, i don’t understand you (nah)
got amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah)
got gorillas goin’ apesh+t with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
got jewels like dipset screamin’ “free santana” (free santana)
got class, i don’t f+ck with b+tches with no manners (yeah)
got carat cut diamonds in the piece, i upped my standards
and you know i stay with my slime when i’m in atlanta (slatt)

[verse 1: nav]
you know i stay with keys, my pockets stuffed with garlic naans (racks)
my bro don’t know how to read but he still know how to weigh a block (block)
throw shots at me on the ‘gram but real gs never stir the pot
my opps stay on they live, only person watchin’ is the cops (stupid)
i don’t pay attention to petty sh+t
better tell ’em get off the porch, i’ll get your granny hit (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
poppers and chops for nothin’, don’t be next on the list (yeah)
my shooter come back, he might be next if he say he miss
when we say we ride ’round with them sticks, we ain’t talkin’ wood (yeah)
why do i take these percs? ’cause they make me feel good (good)
can’t ignore these threats, even though i know i should (should)
no 2pac, get two shots tryna play me like suge

[chorus: nav & lil duke]
why would i buy a ghost if there’s a phantom? (yeah)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, i don’t understand you (nah)
got amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah)
got gorillas goin’ apesh+t with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
got jewels like dipset screamin’ “free santana” (free santana)
got class, i don’t f+ck with b+tches with no manners (yeah)
got carat cut diamonds in the piece, i upped my standards (slatt, slatt)
and you know i stay with my slime when i’m in atlanta (slatt)

[verse 2: lil duke]
we comin’ straight out atlanta (atlanta)
i pour that mud in the fanta (lean)
born with a whole lot of manners (manners)
i’m f+ckin’ on dirty diana (diana)
can’t walk in my shoes, you don’t know what it take
run with the real, i can spot out the fake
i’m knowin’ that all the real n+ggas relate
they started hatin’ when i came out the gate
sticks with me and i’m totin’ them sticks
f+ck n+gga mad ’cause i f+cked on his b+tch
came out the mud and they hate i got rich
kept it too solid, i’m bangin’ that six
gave him a knot, got lil’ buddy ‘nem hit
now i wake up, eat the shrimp with the grits
never, can not fall in love with no thot
i get a kick out lettin’ my buddy ‘nem hit
been had the vision, now i’m on a mission
i love all my n+ggas, we live so relentless
boss when we hoppin’ out maybachs and bentleys
i got me some top and put d+ck in her kidneys
she told me i was the realest to hit it
i hop in a lambo’, go handle my business (skrrt)
i just been tourin’, been gone for a minute
she don’t complain ’cause she know i been gettin’ it

- nav lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS