笨小笨Mismatch歌词由NAV&Baby Face Ray演唱，出自专辑《Demons Protected By Angels (Bonus Version)》，下面是《Mismatch》完整版歌词！
Mismatch歌词完整版
Mismatch (Explicit) - NAV/Baby Face Ray
Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Marcellus Rayvon Register/Wesley Glass/Mokhom Singh Bhangal/Amir Esmailian
Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Marcellus Rayvon Register/Wesley Glass/Mokhom Singh Bhangal/Amir Esmailian
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 ******* up my rims
They just took my left hand now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti' **** look different through my lens
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
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 ******* up my rims
They just took my left hand now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti' **** look different through my lens
Carti' frames cost a lil' more 'cause they got icin'
Outlaw road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow ***** 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 ****** be friendly you just met 'em now it's bro
I just touched down for a bag and rockin' Marni to a show
***** it's Wavy Gang **** 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 **** to see 'em spin it know I'm stayin' litty *****
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 ******* up my rims
They just took my left hand now I'ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti' **** look different through my lens
