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Nav - Good For It lyrics

[Verse 1] Spark a Woody, gettin' buzz like Lightyear You f** that b**h, I f**ed her first so I might care Got these rappers stressin' out, they growin' white hair I dumped that b**h, sold her a dream, I gave her nightmares They talkin' sh** from far away, my .40 right here Shooter shoot like Steve Kerr, I feel like Mike here Told that b**h I'm not Mike Tyson, I don't bite ears My shorty 21, she in her prime years I don't want her body, I want her mind, yeah My Lambo will transform, Optimus Prime, yeah I had to leave the Rex, the 6 is full of slimes, yeah They see me gettin' money, feel like droppin' dimes, yeah She said she wanna be my wife, I said don't waste my time I'll prolly keep on f**in' b**hes 'til I'm 49 Please don't try me 'cause you know I'm Addy'd up He thought he was lit until we lit him up [Pre-Chorus] I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' sh**, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not f**in' on your b**h, she on the rag [Chorus] Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a flight for your b**h She know I'm good for it My j**eler made another chain He know I'm good for it I'm what the music game needed Yeah I'm good for it [Verse 2] Got some money and they sayin' that I changed now She don't wanna f** me, I'm tryna f** her friend now She said she not a stripper, I still made her strip now I'm doin' good, I left the Rex, I'm off the strip now Had to upgrade all my shooters, got 'em 30 clips Told 'em best not wear my merch when you be doin' sh** My bro still in the trap, I'm tryna get him out the sh** 'Cause he can't build a house with only half a brick Ain't talkin' burgers when I say that we was hittin' licks You f** around I might just f** around and f** your b**h You switch your life around and that's when all your family switch Tell me who else would keep the lights on if I wasn't lit These pussies actin' like some toilets, wanna take my sh** I got some Mali's from the south side, they be sprayin' sh** Like 2K player mode, I had to recreate myself You wearin' fake designer, try to recreate my belt [Pre-Chorus] I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' sh**, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not f**in' on your b**h, she on the rag [Chorus] Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a flight for your b**h She know I'm good for it My j**eler made another chain He know I'm good for it I'm what the music game needed Yeah I'm good for it