Testo Na Na Boo Boo - YNW Melly
Testo della canzone Na Na Boo Boo (YNW Melly), tratta dall'album Na Na Boo Boo
Na-na, boo, boo
Ah
Na-na-na, boo, boo
I'm brazy like that, big Glock
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Your - in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe we don't - with you
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my - bang suwoop
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so -, screw you
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed them with the flour like
Na, na, na, boo, boo
You -, screw you
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Your - in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe we don't - with you
Religion, that is all for you
No, lil' - that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hmm
I don't wanna -, ay lil'-
I don't drink, I'm gon' tell that lil' - to stick
Tell that lil' -, that her -, it stink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I drink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I think
I'm of my -, yeah, tryna peak
Shoot that lil' -, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil' -, with my eyes wide open
He say he want a feature for five hundred
What the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the -, you jokin'?
He-he, ha-ha-ha-ha
He-he, ha-ha-ha
Pull up on a -, like blah, blah ha
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Your - in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe we don't - with you
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my - bang suwoop
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so -, you
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed them with the flour like
Danger talk, but I swear she love the way we swaggin'
40 on my neck, and I ain't even - braggin'
Ten bands on a - wrist, and I spend it
Sold it for like 35 hundred, like damn it
I don't wanna - the baby, 'cause I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna - me, but I know the - musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that - dusty
That choppa gon' kill you, I swear to God we drill you
On blood gang, yeah, suwoop
Gang with us, I can't feel you
But I - with Crips
Free mother- Bree, yeah, he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my - Crippin'
Yeah, my - bummin' hos
Ten hundred bands, that ain't nothing
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Your - in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe we don't - with you
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my - bang suwoop
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so -, you
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Na, na, na, boo, boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed them with the flour like
Na, na, na, boo, boo
Credits
Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Rashad Simmons, Savion Anan Augustine
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