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Don’t Need Friends Lyrics By Nav Featuring Lil Baby

    future
    wheezy outta here

    nav
    i don’t need friends
    they don’t wanna see someone like me doin’ better than them
    still can’t believe it i really got rich
    tell a bitch or a hater to suck onmydicksuck my dick
    nevergive focus onhate i receive yeah
    i could achieve more than they could dream yeah
    i know they ain’t tough enough to be me yeah
    makin’ money like magic got tricks up my sleeve
    too many vibes i brought sand to the beach
    tst drive ’em all but i don’t wanna keep
    pop me a x ‘caus i gotta get geeked
    talkin’ ’bout sleep i get two days a week
    they say they drippin’ i’m kissin’ my teeth
    they burnin’ it out ain’t no chrome left for me
    when i was broke i was feelin’ uneasy
    now i get paid and i’m feelin’ relieved

    nav
    call up a thottie i hit when i please
    whatever it take might just pay her to leave
    my bitch latina my choppa is russian
    wheezy on beats that’s expensive percussion
    can’t get no act’ so we sippin’ on red
    can’t talk to my bro ’cause he still in the feds
    can’t get these demons up outta my head
    can’t slide on the opps ’cause they already dead
    what i can do what you do
    i can go get some money
    whole pool heated up and it cost a hundred thousand ’cause i left this shit runnin’ no cap
    i can turn nothin’ to somethin’
    book me a show and i fly out the country let’s go
    i eat at nobu when i get the munchies let’s go
    drivin’ in bucket seats had to serve buckets
    i put the top down and i let her suck it friends

    nav
    they don’t wanna see someone like me doin’ better than them
    still can’t believe it i really got rich
    tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick suck my dick
    never give focus on hate i receive yeah
    i could achieve more than they could dream yeah
    i know they ain’t tough enough to be me yeah
    makin’ money like magic got tricks up my sleeve
    too many vibes i brought sand to the beach
    test drive ’em all but i don’t wanna keep
    pop me a x ’cause i gotta get geeked
    talkin’ ’bout sleep i get two days a week
    they say they drippin’ i’m kissin’ my teeth
    they burnin’ it out ain’t no chrome left for me
    when i was broke i was feelin’ uneasy
    now i get paid and i’m feelin’ relieved

    lil baby
    i gave a round of applause to myself
    i put the baddest lil’ bitch on the shelf
    i went ‘ wagon and sat it on f’s
    i don’t gotta brag this shit speak for itself
    i got stripes in my hood run the game i’m the ref
    i keep the firearm under my belt
    and i run with some real ones who bang to the left
    marchin’ band baby i know how to step
    i can’t speak on the business it’s quiet as kept
    look like a diva i know how to treat her
    i know how to keep her she fine as hell
    i spend a quarter milli’ on a richard mille
    i keep quiet i never gon’ tell
    i put my life savings in a brown box
    i was gettin’ that shit in the mail
    i keep a mill’ cash for the best lawyer
    i ain’t worried ’bout goin’ to jail
    i just spent 80k on some hermès bags
    50k more on chanel
    i got the ball now ain’t gon’ ballhog
    i’ma pass it to bro for the lay up
    i just went prada tshirt with the prada jacket
    you can tell i’m a motherfuckin’ player yeah baby

    nav
    i don’t need friends
    they don’t wanna see someone like me doin’ better than them
    still can’t believe it i really got rich
    tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick suck my dick
    never give focus on hate i receive yeah
    i could achieve more than they could dream yeah
    i know they ain’t tough enough to be me yeah
    makin’ money like magic got tricks up my sleeve
    too many vibes i brought sand to the beach
    test drive ’em all but i don’t wanna keep
    pop me a x ’cause i gotta get geeked
    talkin’ ’bout sleep i get two days a week
    they say they drippin’ i’m kissin’ my teeth
    they burnin’ it out ain’t no chrome left for me
    when i was broke i was feelin’ uneasy
    now i get paid and i’m feelin’ relieved

    future
    wheezy outta here

    Artist: Nav Featuring Lil Baby

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 443