Fuck that
Na, na-na, boo-boo
(Damn, son)
I fucked your bitch and you didn't, ah
Na, na-na, boo-boo
(Yung Shad, you killed this)
I'm brazy like that, big Glock bitch
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my nigga, bang suwoop
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so nigga 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
f******u bitch, screw you
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Bitch,na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you
Religion, that is all for you
Color, bitch that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hm
I don't wanna fuck, ayy lil' bitch, I don't drink
I'm gon' tell that lil' p***y to stick
Tell that lil' bitch, that her p***y stink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I drink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I think
I'm of my niggas yeah, tryna peek
Shoot that lil' bitch, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil' bitch, with my eyes wide open
Fuck nigga, he say he want a feature for five hunnid
What the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the fuck, you jokin'?
Ha, hehe, hahaha-ha
Hehe, hahaha
Pull up on a nigga, like blah blah
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my nigga, bang suwoop
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so nigga 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
Danger talk, but I swear she love the way we swaggin'
Forty on my neck, and I ain't even fuckin' braggin'
Ten bands on a nigga wrist, and I spend it
Sold it for like thirty-five hunnid, like dammit
I don't wanna fuck the baby 'cause I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna fuck me, but I know the p***y musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that p***y 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 fuck with Crips
Free motherfuckin' Bree, yeah he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my nigga Cippin'
Yeah, my nigga bummin' hoes
Ten hunnid band, that ain't nothing
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my nigga, bang suwoop
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so nigga 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
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Na Na Na Boo Boo - YNW Melly
