N-Dubz and Skepta - Na Na [Live]

Ayy, yo (Jump) na na, na na nai, nai (Jump)
Na na, na na nai, nai yes, it is
N-Dubz, Boy Better Know
Na na, na na nai, nai na na, na na nai, nai
Yes, it is yo, D-Az, straight in

Yo, I am a rapper slash and singer-songwriter
From when I was a young guy
Even up to this day
Man are tryna drag me under
What a bum, you know that you can find me
I never change my number
I don't mind if these private callers
Wanna carry on blingin' off my line
I'm happy to remind (Uh)
Them that if their gyal was to
See me on their ones
They would wanna bad me up
Or give me the shines
I'm a dapper X white gold
Chain ripper, crack pusher, man, if need be
Last man to put his hands on my
Chain found himself in a hospital bed
Grеazy nananizle, northeast, southwest
Wholе of the country
I'm kinda famous, thanks popsy
You want food? Ayy, jump
C's got the leng ting, trust

Bun your cheap talk
(Bop, bop) , what 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 know you're a snitch, know
I was there, know duku yourself, know
Yo, if you're stackin' up P
And you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me? Na na, na na nai, nai
Na na, na na nai, nai
If you've got your own whip
And you're earnin' paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Ayo, iTunes know me?
Oh oh, oh oh hold on
Oh oh, oh oh

Yeah, like guess who it is
(Who?) , it's Skepta (Oh)
Never will I sing to the inspector (Straight)
Eventually I'ma chart top this two years back
This all started with
Am, am doin' it again, 2010
I asked Tulisa if it was okay to feature
(Yes, it is)
And I was like brap-brap, let me go for it
Pass the key to the door, let me open it
Your never gonna blow with it, get over it
Too many, many, many
Man have been shottin' for years
And they ain't got nufink to show for it
(Huh) back in '05, my line was so dead
I was taking £1640 (Uh) nowadays, I rep BBK
All day, Monday to Sunday like shorty

Bun your cheap talk
(Bop, bop) , what do you think I am?
See me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand (Trust)
Never will I sing-sing to the feds
Like couple man I know you're a snitch, know
I was there, know duku yourself, know
Yo, if you're stackin' up P
And you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me? Na na, na na nai, nai
Na na, na na nai, nai (Huh)
If you've got your own whip
And you're earnin' paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me? Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

Yo, wait 'til you see what I end up with
(Mills) momma didn't raise no dumb kid
Came from the dirt and nickin' man's Merc
But now I'm in a Beemer, one series turbs
Money, money makes the world go 'round
The same way the money makes
The girls go down blatantly killin' them
No more payin' man a hundred pound
Straight ten minimum
My car, my house, my bills (Uh)
These bitches know the deal (Tell em, T)
'Cause they're all paid by me (Oh)
I got my own money and I (Oh)
Ain't lookin' for no footballers
So if you wanna bring it to me (Ayy)
Let's take it back, I will defeat you (Trust)

Bun your cheap talk
(Bop, bop) , what 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 know snitch, know
Know duku yourself, know
Yo, if you're stackin' up P
And you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me? Na na, na na nai, nai
Na na, na na nai, nai
If you've got your own whip
And you're earnin' paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me? Oh oh, oh oh
Sing it, ayy oh oh, oh oh
Ayy, jump, jump, jump, jump

Na na, na na nai, nai na na, na na nai, nai
Yes, it is n-Dubz, Boy Better Know
Boy Better Know na na, na na nai, nai
Na na, na na nai, nai yes, it is
Oh oh, oh oh nai, nai
Yeah, man brap, brap, brap
Yeah, man

Written by:
DINO CONTOSTAVLOS, JUNIOR EDWARDS, RICHARD COWIE, RICHARD RAWSON, TULA CONTOSTAVLOS

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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