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letra de navi truck - porter ray

[verse 1: porter ray]
navi truck
back seat lettin’ daddy f-ck
same summer changin’ her number
she switched the addy up
buyin’ me bracelets
wet as a diamond i could taste it
suckin’ her t-tties
jugglin’ cities
i embraced it
trying to chase it
from florida to baltimore
pictures of her p-ssy persuaded me
so i called her more
distant lovers in different cities with different lovers
dipped in b-tter
scented candles in different colors
different tellies
different b-tch when she hit my celly
different rumors
another friend got some sh-t to tell me
belvee and goose, tell me the truth
tellin me lies
s-x with the next guy, my name across her left thigh
and me, i’m with the next chick
unprotected s-x, got my name across her necklace
reckless and crazy, f-cked around and had baby on her
maybe it’s karma
she left me
i felt it made me stronger
blazin’ ganja with the next n-gga baby momma
couldn’t blame it on her
asked her what she gon’ name her daughter…
and she look just like you
been a minute since i dialed your digits
i had to write you

[hook: porter ray]
and it still goes on and on…
but its been so long…
and it still goes on and on…

[verse 2: porter ray]
imaginary playmates on play dates
state to state, stayin’ up late
watch me make her shake
from dale block. with hubbas in the mail box
runnin’ from cops
wanted posters at the nail shops. she…
too violent, skin tone blue violet. lilac…
so ghetto, yet soft as rose petals, i…
i’m here for you, talk to me, i’m the ears for you
i care for you, cashin’ out buyin’ gear for you
tears for you, i thought our problems stopped
still on the block. she boostin’
thats when the condom popped
broken rubbers turnin’ lovers into babymothers
got booked on her birthday, i lost my baby brother…
that same night, murdered in plain sight
while shorty doin’ time for some situations i can’t write
shorty comin’ home but the situation just ain’t right
the same drama, same arguments, same fights
stuck in the same life…
that’s when aaron came
i lost my brody, but my first born bear his name
and he look just like you
you blessed me with a jewel in your stomach
that’s why i ice you

[verse 3: porter ray]
blowin’ ganja in her honda accord
now i’m tom ford, or thom browne
pop clicquot and calm down
dark brown in portugal
gettin’ personal
warriors game, oracle
rotation rhetorical
a cali’ girl in seattle
now the audi pearl
i think i got along with her momma
but she a daddy’s girl
bougie baby
blowin’ buddha in my bathtub
back rubs
buyin’ bags for her when i act up
huaraches on
tinashe song in the background
hat down
holdin’ her hand
rollin’ through tac town
a rare goddess
i’m noticing her nail polish
gl-ss down modestly
feelin’ the air in august, we…
let em watch us as we p-ss by
gl-ss eye, take you on a natural high
p-ssed the sky
i cheated on her
when she asked why…
my reply was
“i’m distracted by the things i’m attracted by.”
i be chasin’ my inspiration
women with different faces in combinations of races
but ain’t none of them like you
i’m lookin’ in the mirror when i see you
and i’ma wife you

- porter ray

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