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NAV - Repercussions feat. Young Thug (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Wheezy outta here (Yeah) Everybody 'round me say I'm 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 ain't 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 K's (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 I'm 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, 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 (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 ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' (no) It's under discussion, you don't 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 Hermès'd up I told that bitch to call me papi, I got my turbans up (papi) I'm 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 I'm paid as fuck Camera in the rearview Lambo' and I see I'm 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 I'm Tommy'd up Sick of these broke-ass, petty-ass niggas and hoes, bitch, I'm 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, I'm cakin' these bitches (ayy), not fakin' with bitches, I'm 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, 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 (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 ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' (no) It's under discussion, you don't want these repercussions (no)
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Amir Esmailian, Sean Aaron Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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