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TAP
NAV


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah

In the trap, hang in places that you can't go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain't pay though
Only thing I gave 'em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back
Put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me
They dance for real
All these sticks and drums, banging
Like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble
Know I'm the man for real
I got hitters, we don't rumble
Tell your mans to chill
Yo, who's mans is this?
(Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagraming shit
I be with some real hitters
They ain't with that camera shit
'Cause they really out here in the field

And they be slammin' shit

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were
With it but it's cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked
Whacked, whacked

Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap

Cross a line, it's too late
You can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)

They got my brother locked
Inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet
He ain't a slave (Slave)
Growing up in the hood
You'll learn how to behave ('Have)
How we gon' learn to stack if
We ain't got nothing to say? (Say)
Got a little bad bitch
Got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight
As soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
Just being honest
Meek was the first to show me love
(Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a
Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin' these bags, we model
I tell the opps it's up (It's up)
Got wedding bands but

I still don't got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go

They already know what's up (What's up)
I got these oysters
I could get straight to the plug

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were
With it but it's cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked
Whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it's too late
You can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)


NAV

NAV is the moniker of at least three artists:
1. a semi-anonymous singer and rapper out of Toronto, keeping a low profile as he lets his music speak first. Nav's music is distinctly Toronto, favoring dark, textural production, and understated melodies.
2. a japanese vocaloid composer.
3. a hip hop producer from Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Alias of Alberto Arifi. You'll find his latest achievements at http://navbeats.blogspot.com/. ... Read More