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Performed By: Nav
Length: 2:19
Written by: Navraj Goraya




Nav - Heat Lyrics
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(Yeah)
Sippin' medicine, ain't got no sickness
Focus, got a million dollar vision
No education for the both my wrists
Panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (skrrt)
Everywhere I go, I feel the tension
Only VVS in my dimension
I can show you how to get it, pay attention
It's your plan, no, 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
Get excited every time the pills come around
Head spinnin' every time I try to lay down
They talk behind my back but don't say shit when I'm around
Tryna stack my money up, I keep on losin' count

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
F*ck it, 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
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
I ain't do not work if I ain't gettin' mine
She ain't f*ck with me, she ain't even pay me mind
Now she wanna see me, told her, "get in line"
I just got an eight and I'ma pour it all up
Elusive, they say it's me they can't get a hold of
If I think you fake, I ain't acceptin' no love
F*ck the opps, we shootin' until we ain't got no slugs

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
F*ck it, 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
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro"
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(Yeah)
Sippin' medicine, ain't got no sickness
Focus, got a million dollar vision
No education for the both my wrists
Panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (skrrt)
Everywhere I go, I feel the tension
Only VVS in my dimension
I can show you how to get it, pay attention
It's your plan, no, 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
Get excited every time the pills come around
Head spinnin' every time I try to lay down
They talk behind my back but don't say shit when I'm around
Tryna stack my money up, I keep on losin' count

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
F*ck it, 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
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
I ain't do not work if I ain't gettin' mine
She ain't f*ck with me, she ain't even pay me mind
Now she wanna see me, told her, "get in line"
I just got an eight and I'ma pour it all up
Elusive, they say it's me they can't get a hold of
If I think you fake, I ain't acceptin' no love
F*ck the opps, we shootin' until we ain't got no slugs

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
F*ck it, 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
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro"
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Writer: Navraj Goraya
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