| I’m Nadia, and I’m hot to death
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| I stay fly, and my rhymes are fresh
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| I rock Christian Dior, Prada, and the Gucci
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| And I’m a bit (?)
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| All around the world from Paris to Milan
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| My Harajuku Girls from Tokyo, Japan
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| I’m so hot; |
| don’t need a tan
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| 1, 2, 3: I’ll take your man
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| Ass so tight in these jeans; |
| I’m rockin' it
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| Ask your man 'cos you know he’s cockin' it
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| Tick-tock I’mma take it to the top
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| Black Amex 'cos I shop 'til I drop
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| Now you know just who I am
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| Let me introduce you to the rest of my band:
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| Me, myself, and I
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| I’mma stay fly 'til the day that I die
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| N.A.D.I.A. |
| Oh
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| It’s Nadia, baby
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| Nadia, and I’m off the chain
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| Those other girls just ain’t the same
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| You’re jealous 'cos my name is on the list
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| Diamonds on my neck and diamonds on my wrist
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| Don’t you wish your girl was like me?
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| Everything that your girl wants to be?
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| Can’t cook, but I get the look
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| And I’m a really hard drug that’ll keep you hooked
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| And I know I won’t keep you yawnin'
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| Keep going 'til six in the morning
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| I’m not here just to start a fight,
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| I’m like this little beauty wasn’t rockin' right.
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| I make it look easy man;
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| Slow it down and catch it if you can
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| So fly I drive a man insane,
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| And I’ll get your man singin' my name
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| N.A.D.I.A. |
| Oh
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| It’s Nadia, baby |