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(feat. Wiley) Na, Na, Ni, Ni Na, Na, Ni, Ni Na, Na, Ni, Ni I am a rapper slash nang singer songwriter From when I was a young writer even up to this day Man I'm trying to 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 caller's wana carry on blinging up my line I'm happy to remindddd them that if their gal was to see me on there one's they would wana bang me or give me shines Dappa X, white gold chain ripper, Crack pusher Man if needs be last man that put his hands on my chain found himself in a... Scarred all greazy ni Nananizzle, North east south west, whole of the country I'm kinda famous, thanks poppsy If you want food, stay around Dubsy C town and end ting, trust Bun your cheap talk (pop pop) What do you think I am See me me me I'm on a mad ting You don't understand SongtexteNever will I sing sing to the feds like couple man I no Snitch... plonkahh... fool Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on frontin then you have the right to represent London Know me Nana naiinaii Nana [Tulisa:] If you got your own whip and your earning paper Then you have the right to be a heart breaker know me Nana naiinaii Nana naiinaii [Wiley:] Man up, producer, artist, MC Killer everytime I go to pick a mike up frighteners with thea true riders We will talk billers If u listen to my new album there's no thrillers Gota n-dubz be cool chiller Mum sed stay away from tha goldiggers But I ain't guna lie I like sharing And she like staring and nun of us are caring it's Sex after dinner I'm a wheeler dealer Hash brown & white T-shirts, nike tracksuit With tha black Fila I didn't never wana 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 So Now I don't need ya Naii It's only right I'm wearing my Rolex Hello standard procedure Bun your cheap talk (pop pop) Who 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 no your a Snitch... i was there... duku yourself Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on frontin then You have the right to represent London Know me Nana naiinaii Nana naiinaii [Tulisa:] If you got your own whip and your earning paper Then you have the right to be a heart breaker Nana naiinaii Nana naiinaii Wait till u see what I end up wiv, mils Muma didn't raise no dumb kid Came from tha dirt And nicking mans merk But now I'm in tha Beamer one series turbs MoneyMoney makes the world go round The same way the money makes These girls go down Blatantly killing dem No more paying man hundred pounds Straight ten grand minimum My car, my house my bills, These f**kers 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 want to bring it too me, Let's take it back I will defeat you Bun your cheap talk (pop pop) Who 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 no Snitch... plonkahh... fool Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on frontin then You have the right to represent London Know me Nana naiinaii Nana naiinaii [Tulisa:] If you got your own whip and your earning paper Then you have the right to be a heart breaker Nana naiinaii Nana naiinaii Telilaa... Hahaha Hahaha Na Nanini Nananini (this is) N-dubz wiley its not a long ting Na nanini Nananini (this is) (Thanks to kyah2010 for correcting these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania