"Na Na Na" lyrics

"Na Na Na"

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Lyin' around the corner, yo
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Franchise player, get your money right
Honeys looking right, what a lovely night
Any form of hate, you're the funny type
'Cause your boy don't stop, Imma run the lights
In the pits, where the bulls and the wolves be
All type of shine, no jewelry
The fabulous life, ask, you'll see
See I know it's no love, you don't fool me
Ahh, we get it lit like the night sky
Level up on Rebel? Yeah, nice try!
I can run a bakery, how I slice pies
Shorty work her thighs, like a bike ride

Front to the back go wild like a riot
Right to the left, 2-step, don't fight it
Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired
Side by side, unified, undivided
Party over here, yo, over there, they fight'n!
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Let me slow it down, get you up to speed
A heartfelt letter couldn't touch me
The body on the track worth, one to three
I even told the judge "Don't judge me"
Greenlight special, anything could go
Your boy drop cold like winter snow
Ghetto Gigolo Deck Bigalow
She working like a pro she could get it though
I'm posted on site, no internet
Been a threat, you wasn't living yet
You don't want this smoke, it's like a cigarette
Place your money on Deck, that's the bigger bet

Front to the back go wild like a riot
Right to the left, 2-step, don't fight it
Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired
Side by side, unified, undivided
Party over here, yo, over there, they fight'n!
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Parking lot pimpin', no guest lists
Whole set gettin' stupid off of Deck's shit
Smooth criminal lean, your boy flex sick
Fire marshal padlock the exits
Yeah, I got it all, call me one-stop
You matchstick rappers, you was once hot
Moving on the boss time I don't punch clocks
I'll be lit on the reg' like your drunk Pops
Your highness, and I ain't even claim King
Full time with the grind while the dames cling
Big time with the shine while my name ring
You get it poppin', right, we do the same thing

Front to the back go wild like a riot
Right to the left, 2-step, don't fight it
Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired
Side by side, unified undivided
Party over here, yo, over there, they fight'n!
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)


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