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NAV – Know Me Lyrics

Know Me Lyrics by NAV


Balenci’ (Hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup, make a toast
Got rackies, gettin’ bags coast to coast

Elliot lit my wrist up, diamond rings cover my fist up
After she s--- my d--- (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain’t cuffin’ that b---- (No), that ain’t on my agenda
Met that b---- in LA, but I f----- her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, goin’ fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane, make a smart girl give me brain
Let the perkys kill my pain, break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name, hottest brown boy in the game

Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VV’s hit like Bisping
I just wanna f---, no kissin’, peasant b------ can’t kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might’ve f----- that b----, but she ain’t my ting-ting
Let that b---- sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’ (Bling-bling, yeah)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might’ve f----- that b----, but she ain’t my ting-ting

I’m TT (Hmm), rollin’ up the dope
Bad b---- freaky (Hmm), grab the b---- by her throat
Ice my pinky (Uh), AP flooded, I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), takin’ a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon’ sell (Yeah)

Balenci’ (Hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup make a toast
Got rackies, gettin’ bags coast to coast

Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VV’s hit like Bisping
I just wanna f---, no kissin’, peasant b------ can’t kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might’ve f----- that b----, but she ain’t my ting-ting
Let that b---- sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’ (Bling-bling, yeah)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might’ve f----- that b----, but she ain’t my ting-ting