Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Navi Truck , by - Porter RayRelease date: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Navi Truck |
| Navi truck |
| Back seat lettin' daddy fuck |
| Same summer changin' her number |
| She switched the addy up |
| Buyin' me bracelets |
| Wet as a diamond I could taste it |
| Suckin' her titties |
| Jugglin' cities |
| I embraced it |
| Trying to chase it |
| From Florida to Baltimore |
| Pictures of her pussy persuaded me |
| So I called her more |
| Distant lovers in different cities with different lovers |
| Dipped in butter |
| Scented candles in different colors |
| Different tellies |
| Different bitch when she hit my celly |
| Different rumors |
| Another friend got some shit to tell me |
| Belvee and goose, tell me the truth |
| Tellin me lies |
| Sex with the next guy, my name across her left thigh |
| And me, I’m with the next chick |
| Unprotected sex, got my name across her necklace |
| Reckless and crazy, fucked around and had baby on her |
| Maybe it’s karma |
| She left me |
| I felt it made me stronger |
| Blazin' ganja with the next nigga baby momma |
| Couldn’t blame it on her |
| Asked her what she gon' name her daughter… |
| And she look just like you |
| Been a minute since I dialed your digits |
| I had to write you |
| And it still goes on and on… |
| But its been so long… |
| And it still goes on and on… |
| Imaginary playmates on play dates |
| State to state, stayin' up late |
| Watch me make her shake |
| From dale block. |
| with hubbas in the mail box |
| Runnin' from cops |
| Wanted posters at the nail shops. |
| She… |
| Too violent, skin tone blue violet. |
| Lilac… |
| So ghetto, yet soft as rose petals, I… |
| I’m here for you, talk to me, I’m the ears for you |
| I care for you, cashin' out buyin' gear for you |
| Tears for you, I thought our problems stopped |
| Still on the block. |
| She boostin' |
| Thats when the condom popped |
| Broken rubbers turnin' lovers into babymothers |
| Got booked on her birthday, I lost my baby brother… |
| That same night, murdered in plain sight |
| While shorty doin' time for some situations I can’t write |
| Shorty comin' home but the situation just ain’t right |
| The same drama, same arguments, same fights |
| Stuck in the same life… |
| That’s when Aaron came |
| I lost my brody, but my first born bear his name |
| And he look just like you |
| You blessed me with a jewel in your stomach |
| That’s why I ice you |
| Blowin' ganja in her Honda Accord |
| Now I’m Tom Ford, or Thom Browne |
| Pop Clicquot and calm down |
| Dark brown in Portugal |
| Gettin' personal |
| Warriors game, Oracle |
| Rotation rhetorical |
| A Cali' girl in Seattle |
| Now the Audi pearl |
| I think I got along with her momma |
| But she a daddy’s girl |
| Bougie baby |
| Blowin' buddha in my bathtub |
| Back rubs |
| Buyin' bags for her when I act up |
| Huaraches on |
| Tinashe song in the background |
| Hat down |
| Holdin' her hand |
| Rollin' through Tac town |
| A rare goddess |
| I’m noticing her nail polish |
| Glass down modestly |
| Feelin' the air in august, we… |
| Let em watch us as we pass by |
| Glass eye, take you on a natural high |
| Passed the sky |
| I cheated on her |
| When she asked why… |
| My reply was |
| «I'm distracted by the things I’m attracted by.» |
| I be chasin' my inspiration |
| Women with different faces in combinations of races |
| But ain’t none of them like you |
| I’m lookin' in the mirror when I see you |
| And I’ma wife you |