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Navigate Your Soul Video (MV)




Performed By: Stt Laurentt
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Laurent Formica




Stt Laurentt - Navigate Your Soul Lyrics
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Nahm sayin
Let's talk about it, baby, let's do it
You prolly gon' tell me that I couldn't
And I'm prolly gon' tell you that I can
I done some shit, I prolly bite the bullet
But low-key girl, you know that I'm your man
Where to stand?
I'm too lit bro get the fan
I can't chill, on a pill
Know this shit gon' cook the pan
I can't fold, on my bros
What this life is? I don't know
She want a dollars, she want O's
I can't navigate your soul
Prolly gon' make that shot if I'm up in the paint
Pulling up nah hitter, don't give a f*ck if I'm late
Yo man uh check my wrist yeah f*ck it, it skates
Shawty gon' drop it, shawty gon' drop in my face
You prolly gon' tell me that I couldn't
And I'm prolly gon' tell you that I can
I done some shit, I prolly bite the bullet
But low-key girl, you know that I'm your man
F*cked up
Wassup?
Too many drugs in my head
Yo f*ck it I stuffed up
I'm on these beats too high
But f*ck it I'm gloved up
They ain't gon' catch me nah nah f*ck it I bust ya up
Road that I'm going is deep uh
F*ck it, I like when it steep
And she gon' give me a challenge but
I really like when I'm geeked
F*ck it my style on fleek
You threw me out in the deep end
It really made me a savage but
We only f*ck on a weekend
You prolly gon' tell me that I couldn't
And I'm prolly gon' tell you that I can
I done some shit, I prolly bite the bullet
But low-key girl, you know that I'm your man
Where to stand?
I'm too lit bro get the fan
I can't chill
On a pill
It's too lit like where I stand
I like clothes
I like hoes
What this life is? I don't know
She want dollars, she want O's
I can't navigate your soul
I can't navigate your soul nah-uh
I can't navigate your soul nah-uh
Girl your story's getting old, nah-uh
I be trapping on the go nah-uh
I was trapping on the go
I was trapping as a whole
Damn, try to get my money up
She tax it from me bro
Can't leave em out
I can't break with that
I need you girl to know
I left you out, but I need you now
Can't navigate your soul
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Nahm sayin
Let's talk about it, baby, let's do it
You prolly gon' tell me that I couldn't
And I'm prolly gon' tell you that I can
I done some shit, I prolly bite the bullet
But low-key girl, you know that I'm your man
Where to stand?
I'm too lit bro get the fan
I can't chill, on a pill
Know this shit gon' cook the pan
I can't fold, on my bros
What this life is? I don't know
She want a dollars, she want O's
I can't navigate your soul
Prolly gon' make that shot if I'm up in the paint
Pulling up nah hitter, don't give a f*ck if I'm late
Yo man uh check my wrist yeah f*ck it, it skates
Shawty gon' drop it, shawty gon' drop in my face
You prolly gon' tell me that I couldn't
And I'm prolly gon' tell you that I can
I done some shit, I prolly bite the bullet
But low-key girl, you know that I'm your man
F*cked up
Wassup?
Too many drugs in my head
Yo f*ck it I stuffed up
I'm on these beats too high
But f*ck it I'm gloved up
They ain't gon' catch me nah nah f*ck it I bust ya up
Road that I'm going is deep uh
F*ck it, I like when it steep
And she gon' give me a challenge but
I really like when I'm geeked
F*ck it my style on fleek
You threw me out in the deep end
It really made me a savage but
We only f*ck on a weekend
You prolly gon' tell me that I couldn't
And I'm prolly gon' tell you that I can
I done some shit, I prolly bite the bullet
But low-key girl, you know that I'm your man
Where to stand?
I'm too lit bro get the fan
I can't chill
On a pill
It's too lit like where I stand
I like clothes
I like hoes
What this life is? I don't know
She want dollars, she want O's
I can't navigate your soul
I can't navigate your soul nah-uh
I can't navigate your soul nah-uh
Girl your story's getting old, nah-uh
I be trapping on the go nah-uh
I was trapping on the go
I was trapping as a whole
Damn, try to get my money up
She tax it from me bro
Can't leave em out
I can't break with that
I need you girl to know
I left you out, but I need you now
Can't navigate your soul
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Writer: Laurent Formica
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