NAV – Rack in My Sleep Lyrics

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[Intro: NAV]
1K
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: NAV]
Bust down anklet on your feet
So I don’t feel guilty when I cheat (Cheat)
Envelope with receipts (Yeah)
We shop in LV
I got snakeskin on my feet
Slimy snakes with me (Slatt)
I got millions in my reach

[Verse 1: NAV]
Lots of checks, gettin’ plaques every time that I release
Talkin’ money, no speech impediment when I speak
Bank account, every time I log in I’m relieved
Large amounts, gettin’ deposits on repeat
Your baby mama gave me top, she got that evidence on her knees
Say she not a freak, in a couple of weeks, brought her up to speed
Molly made ’em crack, I spent eight grand to fix my teeth
On Rodeo Drive, my dentist right next to LV
Every time I get dressed, my outfit is undersea
Talkin’ racks on an off day, my outfit costs three
Lay everything out, I forget about jackets, I can’t see
You counted me out, when you coulda counted these racks with me
Yeah

[Chorus: NAV]
Bust down anklet on your feet
So I don’t feel guilty when I cheat (Cheat)
Envelope with receipts (Yeah)
We shop in LV
I got snakeskin on my feet
Slimy snakes with me (Slatt)
I got millions in my reach

[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
Big ol’ racks, I started with hundreds, I used to dream (Dream)
No more ice, got a bad habit, I just bought three (Ice)
Poltergeist, we in a Ghost, we can’t be seen (Skrrt, skrrt)
Jumpin’ out babe, she say she good, but she a demon
I just fell in love, I brought my baby to the Neimans
If it’s good, treat her like laundry and I leave it (Yeah)
Can’t go back, that’s one of my vices I’m repeatin’ (Yeah)
She not yours, her heart Hallmark if anyone’s greeting (Yeah)

[Verse 3: 88Camino]
Jimmy Neutron, she give me brain, she goin’ insane
Black and blue hunnids, I knew a Smurf and she was a babe (Yeah)
Got the drips yeah, I can surf on any wave
How many tips yeah, boy, you saved as much as I made
Feelin’ froggy, boy, then leap
Every homie and I got trees
Fuckin’ a bad ho every week (Yeah)
I be off Perkys when I tweak
Navy Seals, sleep with a steel
When she can’t feel, I’m makin’ it real
How many times I play with scopes
X-ray vision but not my goals

[Chorus: NAV]
Bust down anklet on your feet
So I don’t feel guilty when I cheat (Cheat)
Envelope with receipts (Yeah)
We shop in LV
I got snakeskin on my feet
Slimy snakes with me (Slatt)
I got millions in my reach

[Outro: NAV]
Lots of checks, get plaques every time that I release
Talkin’ money, no speech impediment when I speak
Bank account, every time I log in I’m relieved
Large amounts, gettin’ deposits on repeat

Kodak Black – Coolin And Booted (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Glee
Sniper Gang
Glee

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 1]
I’m zooted in the Phantom so I’m cruisin’
On the way to your lil’ lady, I might fuck her in the booty
Dropped the Cutlass out the sewer
Rockin’ Gucci, this ain’t Coogi
Nigga better stop goin’ to suzy
Nigga, go get you a Cuban link
Pull up, make them bitches faint
I’m doin’ what you niggas can’t
I’ll wet a nigga up, no paint
All of my niggas I’m with don’t think
Youngest nigga in the game
I’m fourteen when I caught a case
I was fifteen with a thirty-eight
I was sixteen, went to Larry James
I’m coolin’ but the block on fire
Scoop the twenty out the pot
None of my niggas ain’t went to college
All of my niggas they out the projects
Drop the money, catch the body
Jimmy Neutron with the rocket
Fuck with me, you know I got it
I do it and won’t talk about it

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 2]
Run up if you stupid, come on
Clutchin’ on that wooly, come on
I’m burnin’ in the lootin’ (ayy)
I’m fleein’ in the lootin’
Polo let me hold the Uzi
I just rented me a vert
I be playin’ with that work
Remember playin’ in the dirt
Call me Dora, it’s in my backpack
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat
I’m gon’ always keep a clapback
I’m gon’ always keep a gat
Give me head, I call it a snapback
I just drove up in a hatchback
Got them pounds, ain’t talkin’ hashtags
Boy, I’m workin’ with that sack
Your old lady say you fool
I just ran off with your boo
Told me everythin’ you say
She told me everythin’ you do
Ayy, I’m playin’ with that wool
I’m playin’ with that tool
You fuckin’ with my zoes
Like you playin’ in a zoo, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

Phresher – Wait A Minute (Remix) (feat. Remy Ma)

[Intro: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 1: Phresher]
Big head Jimmy Neutron
Fuck a bitch on a futon
Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
Nigga this ain’t Groupon
Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they don’t know me
All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex
One point got an index
Smash your ass like an insect
So you better be goo
Shawty better be nude
When I walk in the room
She know she fuckin’ with a goon
Did (?) at the same time
My third leg got hang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Game face when it’s game time
(?) Dora
Got her screamin’ like a whore-a
She keep beggin’ me to stop
But she really want more-a
Dirty soap contradicted
But the dick’s so addictive
Homie how could you blame her?
Her hand dealt like Kramer

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m a Timbs bitch, got my boots on
Got the ex-cons in the Yukon
I don’t steal bitch, I kill bitch, bout to catch me a new charges
Same bitches call me, that’s how I knew y’all was phony
I put putting that work, taking ’em to church, cause I leave ’em holy
Will I smoke this bitch? Yes
Probably fail my piss test
Get rid of those fake breasts
And put a vest on this bitch chest
It’s lunch time, she food
I’m Troy Ave with that tool
Both hands on it like noon
Remy Ma, I’m a goon
The city big, I’m state time
I’m snatching wigs like waistlines
Crack a bitch with my cellphone, really put her on Facetime
That ghostwriter bout to call her
That lifeline getting shorter
RIP Biggie Smalls, why the fuck they ain’t want her?
I was cooking in the kitchen
I was minding my business
Now I gotta get gangster
Cause these bitches is haters

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Boy, now what’s the issue?
You gonna make me get with you
You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I got big paper I’m spendin’
I get to flashin’ on ’em, my whip blasted on ’em, I mean any nigga can get it
That’s 30 in the extendo
I had your bitch in the end zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
I’m so good with the hoes
I pulled up in the Rolls
With my diamonds blinkin’ like strobes
In a Kanye shirt with holes
I’m blowin’ paper like Dat
My niggas in here strapped
They’ll bust, you won’t bust back
That’s why I act how I act
I see it oh, so, clear
You niggas ain’t really-really with this shit
Got me thinkin’ I really, really, really run this bitch

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes