Na, na, naii, naii
Na, na, naii, naii
Na, na, naii, naii
Na, na, naii, naiiI am a rapper slash nang singer songwriter
From when I was a young guy even up to this day
Man I'm trying to drag me under
What the bumba you know that you can find me
I never change my number
I don't mind if these private caller's wanna carry on blinging up my line
I'm happy to reminded
them that if their gal was to see me on there one's
they would wanna bang me or give me shines
Dappa X, white gold chain ripper, crack pusher
Man if needs be last man that put his hands on my chain found himself in a
Scarred all greazy ni
Nananizzle, north east south west, whole of the country
I'm kinda famous, thanks poppsy
If you want food, stay around Dubsy
C's got the lend ting, trust me
Bun your cheap talk (pop pop)
Who do you think I am
See me me me I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand
Never will I sing sing to the feds like couple man I no
Snitch, plonkahha fool
Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on frontin
You have the right to represent London
Know me
Na na naii naii
Na naIf you got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breaker know meMan up, producer, artist, MC
Killer everytime I go to pick a mike up frank
There's already true rider
We will talk billers
If you listen to my new album
When there's no thrillers
Gota N-dubz be cool chiller
Mum said stay away from the goldiggers
But I ain't gonna lie
I like sharing the chee and like staring and none of us are caring
Sex after dinner
I'm a wheeler dealer
Hash brown and wine T-shirts, 9 tracksuit with the black Fila
I didn't never wanna follow others I'm a leader
Say I was a fool but I am a good reader
Catch a couple haters call me a cheater
Got a couple of fans and now I don't need ya, naii
Its only right I'm wearing my Rolex, hello standard procedureBun your cheap talk (pop pop)
Who do you think I am
See me me me I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand
Never will I sing sing to the feds like couple man I no
Snitch, plonkahh fool
Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on frontin'
You have the right to represent London know me
Na na naii naii
Na na naii naiiIf you got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breakerWait till you see what I end up wiv, mils
Muma didn't raise no dumb kid
Came from the dirt and look at mans merk
But now I'm in the Beamer one series turbs
Money, money makes the world go round
The same way the money makes the girls go down
Blatantly killing dem
No more paying man hundred pounds straight ten grand minimumMy car, my house my bills,
These fuckers know the deal,
Cause they're all paid by me (tell me T)
I got my own money, and I
Ain't looking for no footballers
So if you want to bring it too me,
Let's take it back
I will defeat youBun your cheap talk (pop pop)
Who do you think I am
See me me me I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand
Never will I sing sing to the feds like couple man I no
Snitc, plonkahh fool
Yo if you stackin' up p and you ain't on frontin'
You have the right to represent London know me
Na na naii naii
Na na naii naiiIf you got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breakerNa na naii naii
Na na naii naiiNa na naii naii
Na na naii naii
Songwriters
DINO CONTOSTAVLOS, JUNIOR EDWARDS, RICHARD COWIE, RICHARD RAWSON, TULA CONTOSTAVLOSPublished by
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