Foxy Brown
Foxy Brown - Na Na Be Like lyrics
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Trini.. yeah yes, Pretty Boy (99 Def Jam) I said it Fuck y'all bitches want, whoa I'ma stay poppin shit Anybody want it? Come see me, what? Fame.. yagga.. I flows sicker like, tote quicker like Na Na pop shit like spit hot shit Bitches love to gossip, catch me in my crop shit like I spit flame bitch fuck's my name? Na Na Like, I'm the bitch Prada wan' pitch Rude gal, back court, big gun Big tings a'gwan like, I'm undisputed Now y'all got to bow when you see me, fuck's my name? Na Na Like, I'm the bitch pushin big 6 Likkle broad, five foot, pop big shit like See my clique, ride big dick like Swiss hole y'know? Handcuff shit like Supreme bitch, y'all broads is ancient I'll bank your whole shit, top draft pick like I'm the Prince Nasheem of this shit Come test me; and leave with your vest swiss cheese like (Na Na be like) Flawless ice shit Sassy-ass chick, I started this shit (Na Na be like) Big bone gal Whoa, light-er, come smoke the skunk ya (Na Na be like) Yagga yagga yo Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh (Na Na be like) Runnin this here Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa My wrist thick, light gray shit Call me, Sunsplasha, Don all wetness, whoa I switched up, put the 6 up E'rybody want chop 6, rock bald wrists, whoa I've done this, spit hotness Na Na tote big fifth; fuck's my name? Na Na, whoa And my pussy niggaz wan' lick And my big tits son a wan' come kiss I'm me, all no see when I want rudeness And you 'onna 'ere come spit bullshit, whoa I might care, but I won't go there I might rock this, but I wan' come stick, whoa I'm the chick that'll drop my shit 'fore a eedyot nigga wan' pay nice price whoa It's my life and I wan' live like ah art gyal dis and I wan' sound like, whoa Bitches wan' test my aim; I spray sick like lunatic Shit better keep pushin your shit back Ya nah threat me, oh you wanna try Nani? Beer gun shot, I need a Punani-dani Woof, (??) yagga ya suck ya (?) mouf Pussy what big gun inna ya mouf gal Eh-eh, eh-eh, Na Na talk greasy what? Eh-eh, eh-eh, an' who de ras wan' see me Eh-eh, eh-eh, my diamonds is "Blue Streak" Shit Tito brand, money wash my hands, Sopranos style Eh-eh, eh-eh, Ruger in Chanel purse You think you're nice bitch, spit behind my verse Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh So bow down bitch, fuck's my name? Na Na, wha wha? Na Na, wha wha? Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, yagga yagga yo, whoa