Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na

I am a rapper slash nang singer songwriter
From when I was a young guy even up to this day
Man I'm trying to drag me under
What the 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's got the lend ting, trust me
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
You have the right to represent London
Know me
Nana naiinaii
Nana naiinaii


If you got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breaker
Nana naiinaii
Nana naiinaii


Man up, producer, artist, MC
Killer everytime I go to pick a mike up frank
There's already true rider
We will talk billers
If u listen to my new album
When 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 tha chee
And like staring
And on tha bus
I care it's Sex after dinner
I'm a wheeler dealer
Hash brown & wine
T-shirts, 9 tracksuit
With tha black Fila
I didn't never wana follow others
I'm a leader
Say I was a fool
But I ain't gone breeder
Catch a couple haters
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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
Snitch... plonkahh... fool
Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on frontin
You have the right to represent London
Know me
Nana naiinaii
Nana naiinaii


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,
Cause they're all paid by me (tell me T)
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
You have the right to represent London
Know me
Nana naiinaii
Nana naiinaii


If you got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breaker
Nana naiinaii
Nana naiinaii
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