Na Na - N-Dubz, Wiley

Nana Nana Niii Niii

Nana Nana Niii Niii

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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