Na Na ft. Wiley
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Na na, na na, nai, nai
Na na, na na, nai, nai
This is a heartbreak (Uh-huh, uh-huh, nai, nai)
Na na, na na, nai, nai
Na na, na na, nai, nai
This is a heartbreak (Nai, nai, uh-huh, uh-huh, nai, nai)
Yo, I am a rapper, slash naiing singer-songwriter
From when I was a younger even up to this day
Man are tryna drag me under (Nai)
What a bumba, you know that you can find me
I never change my number (Look)
I don't mind if these private callers
Wanna carry on blingin' up my line
I'm happy to remind
Them that if their gyal wants to see me on their ones
They will wanna bill me a pint (Nai, nai)
I'm a dapper, ex-white gold chain ripper
Crack pusher, dead man if need be
Last man that put his hands on my chain
Found himself in a coffin, scarred all greazy (Nai)
Na na nizzle, hold North East, South West, whole of the country (Nai)
I'm kinda famous, thanks Pop C (Nai)
You want food? Stay around Dubsy season (Nai, nai)
Nai, nai
Bun your cheek up (What, what, what)
What do you think I am?
Me, me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand
Never will I sing, sing to the feds
Like couple men I know
Snitch, plonker, fool (Know, know, know, know)
If you're slackin' up P and you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me?
Na na, na na, nai, nai
Na na, na na, nai, nai
If you got your own whip and you're earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yo, S1)
I'm a winner, producer, artist, MC killer
Every time I go to pick a mic up, frighteners
I'm with the true riders, real top billers
If you listen to my new album, there's no fillers
Got a N-Dubz beat called "Chiller"
Mum said, "Stay away from the gold diggers"
But I ain't gonna lie, I like sharin'
And she likes starin' and none of us are carin'
Sex after dinner, I'm a winner, dealer
X, brown and white t-shirt, Nike tracksuit with the black Fila
I didn't ever wanna follow others, I'm a leader
Said I was a fool, but I am a book reader
Catch a couple of haters call me a cheater
Got a couple of fans and now I don't need ya (Nai ya)
It's only right I'm wearin' my Rolex
Hello, standard procedure (Ah)
Bun your cheek up (What, what, what)
What do you think I am?
Me, me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand
Never will I sing, sing to the feds
Like couple men I know
You're a snitch, I was there (Know, know, know, know)
Stuck on yourself
If you're slackin' up P and you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me?
Na na, na na, nai, nai
Na na, na na
If you got your own whip and you're earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah, babe, take it, tenor boy)
Wait 'til you see what I end up with (Mills)
Mama didn't raise no dumb kid
Came from the dirt and licking man's Merc'
But now I'm in the Beemer, 1 Series turbs (Real)
Money, money makes the world go 'round
The same way that money makes the girls go down (Ah)
Blatantly killin' 'em (What?)
No more payin' man a hundred pound
Straight ten grand minimum (Yo)
My karma has my bills (Yeah)
These bitches know the deal (Tell 'em, T)
'Cause they're all paid by me (Oh)
I got my own money and I
Ain't lookin' for no footballer
So if you want it, bring it to me (Uh)
Let's take it back
I will defeat you
Bun your cheek up (What, what, what)
What do you think I am?
Me, me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand
Never will I sing, sing to the feds
Like couple men I know
Snitch, plonker, fool (Know, know, know, know)
If you're slackin' up P and you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me?
Na na, na na, nai, nai
Na na, na na
If you got your own whip and you're earning paper (Paper)
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker (Breaker)
Know me?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Na na, na na, nai, nai
Na na, na na, nai, nai (Haha, yeah)
This is a heartbreak (Nai, nai, uh-huh, uh-huh, nai, nai)