Mismatch Lyrics

Description:- Mismatch Lyrics NAV & Babyface Ray are Provided in this article. The track is lead by NAV. This Track belongs to Demons Protected by Angels album. It is released on September 9, 2022.

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Song:– Mismatch

Singer:– NAV & Babyface Ray

Album:– Demons Protected by Angels

Producer:– Wheezy & Money Musik

Written:– NAV, Babyface Ray, Wheezy, Money Musik & Cash (XO)

Label:– Republic Records & XO Records

Mismatch Lyrics NAV & Babyface Ray

[Chorus: NAV]
Please don’t judge me by my past if I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten
I was layin’ in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend
I can’t talk hot on the phone the situation that I’m in
I keep drivin’ home drunk and I keep fuckin’ up my rims
They just took my left hand, now I’ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti’, shit look different through my lens

[Verse 1: NAV & Future]
Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada
Big plaques walkin’ through my crib, I got a lot of
My block is hot, I walk through and I’m scared to step on lava
My lil’ homies proud of me and still be sellin’ product
I be flossin’, valet runnin’ to me when I park up
Took her shoppin’, got that girl a kit, it was a start-up
Expensive gas, they smellin’ my aroma when I spark up
Don’t take me simple, I’m the wrong tree that you should bark up (Yeah, Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Carti’ frames cost a lil’ more ’cause they got icin’
Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you’re her type then
Gamblin’, type to risk it all and throw the dice in
Music business litty, but I’m workin’ on the low
Man, these rap niggas be friendly, you just met ’em, now it’s bro
I just touched down for a bag and rockin’ Marni to a show
Bitch it’s Wavy Gang, hoes gettin’ gnarly on a boat
Facemob, yeah, they call me that ’cause my hands in it
I’m the first in Celine Timberlands, they should put me in the Guinness
God’s son, know that I repent ’cause I be sinnin’
Drop a bag and fuel the trenches, it ain’t shit to see ’em spin it, know I’m stayin’ litty, nigga (Phew, phewww)