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Navy Cars by Emir Dzta Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

Intro:
You shouldn't be friends with everyone
This goes for all fake friends
If they hit you, don't scared anyone
You should just fuck fake friends!

Verse 1a:
We we're just three friends
Like Nicki's favourite sweat pants
She was just blends
You're at the down, i'm at the trends

Verse 1b:
Like we're fucking 65
Got some navy cars still drive
You can't be with me at a survive
If you're feeling me put your five high

Verse 1c:
Yeah, that was "That's My Girl"
You never gonna find a real pearl
Yes, i was talking about a badass
For now, you shouldn't be stressed
Cause your bosses aren't fuck your ass
That's my principle, Bebe said: "FUCK, FAKE, FRIENDS!"
Chorus:
I was liked you, 3 years ago
When i was the biggest change pro
When your asses are yellow
Did you just pressed though?

You should run & hide quickie
You think you genius but no
Hurry up, pull up to my trap load
You think you flawless but hoe
Don't forget this: You haven't a navy car, tho

Hook:
I'm at the navy cars. (2x)
I'm drivin' navy cars. (2x)

Verse 2a:
If you think
I can't love Nicki
You have biggest ass
And you're snakey

Verse 2b:
Idols are not persons like you wanna be like it
Scroll, fix, yeah bla bla... is my new shit
I must be make your asses like i wanna whip it
Bitch, i wanna kill you a little bit
Verse 2c:
I'm still angry to you
You're at my bitches menu
When the cats are blue
My decisions are true

Verse 2d:
If you think
I can't love Nicki
You better run & hide
Quicky

Verse 2e:
When I live in the palis
My daddy's penguins are nazis
If they shady to you
Fuck this jealous ass bitches!

Chorus:
I was liked you, 3 years ago
When i was the biggest change pro
When your asses are yellow
Did you just pressed though?

You should run & hide quickie
You think you genius but no
Hurry up, pull up to my trap load
You think you flawless but hoe
Don't forget this: You haven't a navy car, tho
Hook:
I'm at the navy cars. (2x)
I'm drivin' navy cars. (2x)

Outro:
We first met at the 5th grade
When you fuckin' bitches were stayed
When i was slayin' the classroom
Bitches, your asses slapped

Me and Mr. S rapped
When your moan voices are rasped
You bitches tryed to trapped
Yes, we're on the Red Carpet

Bitch, could you be a rich guess?
Like in your dreams are witness
We're driftin' in the spit less
Give it to you, your worthless

You think, i can't love Nicki
Cause your making surpass
Why you're talking to me? Your asses are skinless
Get the fuck out of here, bitch, non of your business!