NAV – Heat lyrics

NAV – Heat lyrics

Sippin’ medicine, ain’t got no sickness (Yeah)
Focus, got a million dollar vision (Vision)
No education for the both of my wrists (My wrists)
Panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (Skrt, kisses)
Everywhere I go, I feel the tension (Tension)
Only VVS in my dimension
I can show you how to get it, pay attention
It’s your plan and you can’t abandon
Love my team, as far I know everybody solid
I’m the boss, a hit ain’t gettin’ sent if I don’t call it
Got a lot to offer, I am not your average artist
Sit down, have a conversation with me, I got knowledge (Ooh)
Get excited every time the pills come around (Yeah)
Head spinnin’ every time I try to lay down (Yeah)
They talk behind my back but don’t say shit when I’m around (Yeah)
Tryna stack my money up, I keep on losin’ count (Count)

Talkin’ ’bout me, shut your mouth, I’m tired of it (Shut your mouth)
You say that you real, but I ain’t buyin’ it (No)
Pull up in some shit, they ask what kindness is
Fuckin’ spend my money, I ain’t dyin’ with it (Yeah)
Workin’ like a slave, but I’m a king though (Yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco (Yeah)
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (Yeah)
They let me go, say “Keep on making heat, bro”

I’m the brown boy everybody recognize (Recognize)
I ain’t do not work if I ain’t gettin’ mine (Gettin’ mine)
She ain’t fuck with me, she ain’t even pay me mine (Pay me mine)
Now she wanna see me, told her get in line (Get in line)
I just got an eight and I’ma pour it all up (All it up)
Elusive, they say it’s me they can’t get a hold of
If I think he fake, I ain’t acceptin’ no love (No love)
Fuck the opps, we shootin’ until we ain’t got no slugs (Slugs)

Talkin’ ’bout me, shut your mouth, I’m tired of it (Shut your mouth)
You say that you real, but I ain’t buyin’ it (No)
Pull up in some shit, they ask what kind is it
Fuckin’ spend my money, I ain’t dyin’ with it (Yeah)
Workin’ like a slave, but I’m a king though (Yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco (Yeah)
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (Yeah)
They let me go, say “Keep on making heat, bro”

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