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Nav – Repercussions With Young Thug Lyrics

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Wheezy outta here

Yeah
Everybody round me say Im doin too much
When I got some problems, yeah, the drugs come clutch
Shout-out to the opps, we got another cold case yeah
Shout-out to my shooter, he aint showin no face yeah
Shout-out to the driver, fuck 12, he did the race skrrt
They typin on computer, only letter I know is Ks hmm
Pull up to the show, I send the hitter and hit the stage yeah
Married to the game, I go to war and I engage yeah
What you think? We got all the drink, I pour a gallon up
Im a jerk, took a half of Perc, I fuck with stamina woah
Money and fame, with a little game, I get the best of her
Eco-friendly, I just went electric, bought the Tesla woah

Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, Im ready
Grindin on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, Im feelin petty petty
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti cake
Animal inside the Lamb, got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We aint fallin for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin no
Its under discussion, you dont want these repercussions no

I just bought lil shawty 20 Birkins, now they scared of her
Louis drench her off, and I walked in and I was Hermsd up
I told that bitch to call me papi, I got my turbans up papi
Im rich as fuck, really, you need to switch the topic up
Hickory dickory dock, I done ran my salary and ran my credits up
I just bought four bitches the same watch because Im paid as fuck
Camera in the rearview Lambo and I see Im speedin up
Ayy, what you want? I take my bitch to get her tummy tucked
Too many cameras in the club, gotta keep it low, gotta hit his tummy up
Put a snub-nose on the brand new Ruger .44, by the day Im Tommyd up
Sick of these broke-ass, petty-ass niggas and hoes, bitch, Im goals
Birthday came, I had bought me a two-tone, roofless white Rolls yeah
Cash got the two-tone AP yeah, Vegas edition, my nigga, you bold ooh
Birthday, Im cakin these bitches ayy, not fakin with bitches, Im real as the road ayy
Keep a few tools, the niggas yeah, they all in they feelings and ready to explode yeah
Dropped my chain on the ground and now this bitch gotta dry her toes

Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, Im ready
Grindin on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, Im feelin petty petty
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti cake
Animal inside the Lamb got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We aint fallin for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin no
Its under discussion, you dont want these repercussions no

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