| Nana Nana Niii Niii
|
| Nana Nana Niii Niii
|
| Haha
|
| Nana Nana Niii Niii
|
| Nana Nana Niii Niii
|
| Yo, I am a rapper slash and singer-songwriter
|
| From when I was a younger even up to this day
|
| Man are tryna drag me under
|
| What a bumba, you know that you can find me, I never change my number
|
| I don’t mind if these private callers
|
| Wanna carry on blinging off my line, I’m happy to remind
|
| Them that if their gyal was to see me on their ones
|
| They would wanna bad me up or give me the shines
|
| I’m a dapper X white gold chain ripper
|
| Crack pusher, man, if need be
|
| Last man to put his hands on my chain found himself
|
| In a scarred… oil greazy (Ni)
|
| Nananizle, north east, south west, whole of the country
|
| I’m kinda famous, thanks popsy
|
| You want food? |
| Stay around Dubzy
|
| C’s got the leng ting, trust me
|
| Bun your cheap talk
|
| What 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 know, know, know
|
| (Snitch, plonker, fool)
|
| Yo, if you’re stacking up P and you ain’t on fronting
|
| Then you have the right to represent London
|
| Know me? |
| Na na na na, ni ni, na na na na
|
| If you’ve got your own whip and you’re earning paper
|
| Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
|
| Know me?
|
| Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
|
| Yo, Eskiboy, I’m a winner, producer, artist, MC killer
|
| Everytime 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 an N-Dubz beat, cold chiller
|
| Mum said stay away from the gold diggers
|
| But I ain’t gonna lie, I like sharing, and she like staring
|
| And none of us are caring, sex after dinner
|
| I’m a wheeler dealer, X brown and white T-shirts
|
| Nike track suit 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 haters call me a cheater
|
| Got a couple of fans and now I don’t ya (Ni)
|
| It’s only right I’m wearing my Rolex
|
| Hello standard procedure
|
| Wait til you see what I end up with (mills)
|
| Momma didn’t raise no dumb kid
|
| Came from the dirt and nicking man’s Merc
|
| But now I’m in a Beemer, one series turbs
|
| Money, money makes the world go round
|
| The same way the money makes the girls go down
|
| Blatantly killing them
|
| No more paying man a hundred pound
|
| Straight ten grand minimum
|
| My car, my house, my bills
|
| These bitches know the deal (tell em T)
|
| Cause they’re all paid by me
|
| I got my own money and I
|
| Ain’t looking for no footballers
|
| So if you wanna bring it to me
|
| Let’s take it back
|
| I will defeat you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Na Na , by - N-Dubz. Song from the album Against All Odds, in the genre R&B