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Mpmania Mix 39

Mpmania Mix 39

NAV – Young Wheezy (ft. Gunna) (Audio, Lyrics Video)

NAV returns with the visual to “Young Wheezy” featuring Gunna. Watch the video, stream, listen, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Wheezy.

Nav Young Wheezy

Nav Young Wheezy

Nav has never been one to shy away from embracing his darker urges. Lest we forget his 2018 video for “Dark Rituals,” a clip that found him dabbling in the occult, partaking in some truly sinister rituals alongside a few select ladies of the night. Now, having had further time to ruminate on his next diabolical scheme, it would appear that Nav has officially outdone himself in the new clip for “Young Wheezy.” This time, he’s brought the typically innocent Gunna into his sinister world, giving him a baptism by fire with a truly disturbing video concept.

On the surface, a Nav and Gunna concert isn’t something to be feared. Yet the price of admission for this particular shindig is alarmingly high. An actual dismembered limb, to be specific. Before long, the dynamic duo find themselves sitting on a truly hefty collection of severed arms and legs, unsurprising given that it costs exactly that to see him perform. Given the sonic aesthetic of Nav’s actual music, it’s a little surprising to see how eagerly he gravitates toward the macabre in his visuals– but damned if it isn’t working for him. Check out the unsettling new video for “Young Wheezy” now, and sound off if you’d commit dismemberment for a chance of catching Nav live on stage.

NAV – Young Wheezy (ft. Gunna) (prod. Wheezy)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Future]
Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
It’s Young Gunna Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
Young Gunna, Young Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy (Slatt)
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

[Chorus: Gunna]
Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho shit gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain (Fountain)
In Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’ (We steady countin’)
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town (Drenched)

[Verse 1: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and I’m splurgin’ again
Mixin’ up Crush like it’s juice and the gin
Stick in her pussy, it’s loosenin’, yeah (Ooh)
I went to Houston with Travis, I’m lit (It’s lit)
Niggas send threats and ain’t nobody dead (Nobody)
I done got rich, but I still ain’t a lick
Take a Perc’ 30 whenever I’m sick
Ring cost a thirty, I ain’t even 30 (Uh-huh)
F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip (Uh-huh)
Widebody swervin’, Rolls-Royce, that’s for certain (Skrrt, skrrt)
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
We the big dawgs and these lil’ niggas shrimps
Vegas, I spent twenty K on the strip
Neighborhood blue on the ‘Vette, that’s for Nip’
XO, YSL, in the game off the rip

[Chorus: Gunna]
Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho shit gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain (Fountain)
In Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’ (We steady countin’)
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town (Drenched)

[Verse 2: NAV]
Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Can’t believe Cash’s studio is covered in BAPE (BAPE)
Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn
Cost an arm and a leg just to see me perform (Let’s go)
Speakin’ the truth ’cause I ain’t good at lyin’
And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron
Call up some vibes, I got nothin’ but dimes
And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind (Yeah)
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
Still walkin’ through the back door with my hammer (No cap)
Told these lil’ boys, they don’t want no smoke
Had to aim for his legs, can’t get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Come between me and my blues and get handled
I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta (Yeah)
If I run into a problem with cake
I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter (Yeah)
Speak on my name, I’ma pull up on you
All your people gon’ run when the shots start to splatter
Stayed on my grind and I been makin’ noise
And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
Catchin’ yo’ bitch is like catchin’ the opps
I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her

[Chorus: Gunna]
Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don’t know why they talkin’
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin’, that ho shit gon’ cost ’em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain (Fountain)
In Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin’
Can’t take no more losses and we steady countin’ (We steady countin’)
I put ’em in office and didn’t get a crown
I’m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town (Drenched)

[Outro: Gunna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

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