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NAV – Vetement Socks Lyrics

Vetement Socks Lyrics – NAV

(Wheezy outta here)
(Run that back, Turbo)

I’m in the Ghini and I move a baddie and when we go shopping I put her in TJ
And it don’t bother me, know that I’m quality, no wonder all of these girls wanna keep me
Shoutout my section, my diamonds electric, they stare when I’m walking inside of the building
Told her come over and I barely know her, and I bent her over and gave her the business
Fresh off the lot, I just got me some options, I’m sliding new coupe or the four-door
I hit the gas and I’m gon , just like Wheezy, I’m outta here, all of my cars got a turbo
Do you even know how many records I sold? Heard your man on the road doing promo
You might see me at parties in rooms full of rappers but I really don’t wanna go though
I was in traps, dirty pots in the sink
When I go back home, I feel like I’m a king
Too many chains, now my neck got a kink
Cancel my plans, I’m too high, I can’t link
She got her natural hair long, and she push it on, and that turn me on the moods
All of my friends say I’m wrong and she not the one, but I flew her coast to coast

Everything I get it expensive
Take a good girl to the trenches
Keep it safe, I ain’t really gotta mention
My shooters got dreads with extensions
Said she got no money, it’s okay though
Keep a Glock, I’ma put her on payroll
Stress me out, she hate when I say no
Keep me locked in when she give brain, though
Maybe it’s your face, maybe it’s your lil’ ass waist, maybe it’s the way that you taste
Might be how you talk, might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with an ass on top
Give me a kiss, pink slip match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks
Yeah, that for a drop, everything fresh out the box, Rick Owen, Vetement socks

Pop me a Perc’ and I get in my mode
You know my problems, hope you don’t expose
You give me yours and I’ll give you my soul
Book a jet, tell me where you wanna go
Show you the real me, I’m dropping my guard
Let her go shopping, I give her my card
I get so high that I’m one with the stars
Take what I took and I’ll take you to mars
I got some secrets I keep in the dark
Only from you who I hate being apart
My baby don’t play, Chanene her shades
Don’t live by the book but we on the same page
You just tell me what you want and I got it
I’m really balling, girl, stop being modest
Wanna be with me, you gotta be cautious
Keep my money flowing, can’t let nothing stop it

Everything I get it expensive
Take a good girl to the trenches
Keep it safe, I ain’t really gotta mention
My shooters got dreads with extensions
Said she got no money, it’s okay though
Keep a Glock, I’ma put her on payroll
Stress me out, she hate when I say no
Keep me locked in when she give brain, though
Maybe it’s your face, maybe it’s your lil’ ass waist, maybe it’s the way that you taste
Might be how you talk, might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with an ass on top
Give me a kiss, pink slip match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks
Yeah, that for a drop, everything fresh out the box, Rick Owen, Vetement socks