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NAV - Relax (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nagra
Nagra
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Songwriter
Dorian McKnight
Dorian McKnight
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Producer
SdePce
SdePce
Producer
Nagra
Nagra
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Woah Yeah Woah You got tears droppin' all over my Lambo' seat (yeah) When it come to stickin' around, you can't depend on me Diamonds stuck inside the Cartier frames on me (yeah) All I want is brain, you fuckin' with a Xanny zombie (woah) Presidential Rollie and it keep me up to date Every day feel like my birthday, blow the candles on the cake Came up from the streets, we broke the pounds down to zips (yeah) Keep on throwin' these ones, they keep on bouncin' it on the kid (woah) Fuck a money counter, countin' these hundreds with your bitch (bitch) Wrap it up with ice, you would think I hurt my wrist (ice, ice) AMG alright, GT 63 is it (skrrt) Carbon fiber, I paid 20 racks just for the kit (racks) Said she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (woah) Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah Lambo' purple, but my new shit matte black, yeah (skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, you fly, but, girl, I ain't fuckin' with no nats, yeah That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (yeah) Ran off on the plug, he still ain't see a pack, yeah Every month, I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (yeah) She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah Bring a commitment, you gon' see me fade away (yeah) I ain't tryna answer to no bitch stayin' at my place (no) Got a lot goin' on, I get these racks to keep me 'sane When you finally get outside the trap, they say you changed (trap) I know they can't stand it, got these haters startin' to panic Diamonds iceberg, I can sink the Titanic (ice) Don't need no jeweler, yeah, all of this water on my neck (neck) Why would I fish for bitches when I know that I'm the catch? (Catch) Say she don't wanna fuck with me no more, it's all love (it's all love) I know when the bills start comin' in, I'm the one she call up (brrt) You get money, then you get the bitches with the power I won't buy you roses, but I smoke expensive flower Said she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (woah) Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah Lambo' purple, but my new shit matte black, yeah (skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, you fly, but, girl, I ain't fuckin' with no nats, yeah That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (yeah) Ran off on the plug, he still ain't see a pack, yeah Every month, I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (yeah) She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah Yeah Woah Yeah
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Jugraj Nagra, Dorien Robert Marchand Theus, Andrew Kenneth Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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