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NAV - I'm Up (Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
Nils Nöhden
Nils Nöhden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer
Nils Nöhden
Nils Nöhden
Producer

Letra

Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga? Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Tay Keith I don't give a fuck, I'm up, I crashed my Lambo' truck four times (skrrt) Shout out Lil Durk, my hitters got sticks like RondoNumbaNine (they do) I done got rich, my Rollie don't tick-tock, but it still tell the time (the time) Fuckin' your bitch in Louis V flip-flops, tryna blow out her spine (yeah) Fuckgirl stallin', you ain't gettin' in, don't waste my time (yeah) Tryna slow down, tryna chill, but nothin' but work on my mind (yeah) Baby, I'm ballin', pop another X and go overtime (woah) She won't stop callin', gotta block her number, get off my line (brrt) Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories Poppin' these pills, I'm burnin 'em off Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (skrrt) Started out broke as a joke with a plan I turned into the top dog Came from the streets, got a lot of respect It don't cost to get 'em knocked off Burr, burr, burr, yeah Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (bite) Treat my bitch the worst, yeah Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (woah) You can take me out the streets But the streets will never be outta me (streets) I don't gotta prove myself for shit If you run up on me, you gon' see (right now) Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah I get birds for sure, yeah (brr) Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (lurkin') Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (me) Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I'm a savage in reality 200 plus on the digital dash 200K, that's in physical cash Stop all the hate with your miserable ass Got me a shorty, her physical bad (yeah) Run it up, you could put it on my tab Shit that I got, I thought I'd never have Fresh off the lot, I got on paper tags Smokin' exotic, you can't get a drag Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen Turn off the lights and my neck still glowin' I'm the type pull up with vibes and they blowin' Where I'm from, people get shot when it's snowin' My brother can't read, but he still got a sentence Had to fall back, now I'm back with a vengeance I get 'em short and I stack up my tennis Empty my bank account, then I replenish Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories Poppin' these pills, I'm burnin 'em off Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (skrrt) Started out broke as a joke with a plan I turned into the top dog Came from the streets, got a lot of respect It don't cost to get 'em knocked off Burr, burr, burr, yeah Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (bite) Treat my bitch the worst, yeah Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (woah) You can take me out the streets But the streets will never be outta me (streets) I don't gotta prove myself for shit If you run up on me, you gon' see (right now) Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah I get birds for sure, yeah (brr) Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (lurkin') Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (me) Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I'm a savage in reality
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Nils Noehden, Navraj Singh Goraya, Tahj Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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