F*ck that
Na, na-na, boo-boo
(Damn, son)
I f*cked 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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*ck you bitch, screw you
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Bitch,na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with you
Religion, that is all for you
Color, bitch that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hm
I don't wanna f*ck, ayy lil' bitch, I don't drink
I'm gon' tell that lil' pussy to stick
Tell that lil' bitch, that her pussy 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
F*ck nigga, he say he want a feature for five hunnid
What the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the f*ck, 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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 f*ckin' braggin'
Ten bands on a nigga wrist, and I spend it
Sold it for like thirty-five hunnid, like dammit
I don't wanna f*ck the baby 'cause I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna f*ck me, but I know the pussy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy 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 f*ck with Crips
Free motherf*ckin' 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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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From Album: Just A Matter of Slime
Written by: Jamell Maurice Demons, Rashad Deonte Simmons, Savion Anan Augustine
YNW Melly - Na Na Na Boo Boo Lyrics
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F*ck that
Na, na-na, boo-boo
(Damn, son)
I f*cked 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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*ck you bitch, screw you
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Bitch,na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with you
Religion, that is all for you
Color, bitch that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hm
I don't wanna f*ck, ayy lil' bitch, I don't drink
I'm gon' tell that lil' pussy to stick
Tell that lil' bitch, that her pussy 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
F*ck nigga, he say he want a feature for five hunnid
What the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the f*ck, 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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 f*ckin' braggin'
Ten bands on a nigga wrist, and I spend it
Sold it for like thirty-five hunnid, like dammit
I don't wanna f*ck the baby 'cause I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna f*ck me, but I know the pussy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy 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 f*ck with Crips
Free motherf*ckin' 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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
(Damn, son)
I f*cked 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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*ck you bitch, screw you
Na, na-na, boo-boo
Bitch,na, na-na, boo-boo
Na, na-na, boo-boo
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with you
Religion, that is all for you
Color, bitch that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hm
I don't wanna f*ck, ayy lil' bitch, I don't drink
I'm gon' tell that lil' pussy to stick
Tell that lil' bitch, that her pussy 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
F*ck nigga, he say he want a feature for five hunnid
What the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the f*ck, 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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 f*ckin' braggin'
Ten bands on a nigga wrist, and I spend it
Sold it for like thirty-five hunnid, like dammit
I don't wanna f*ck the baby 'cause I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna f*ck me, but I know the pussy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy 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 f*ck with Crips
Free motherf*ckin' 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
F*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck 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
Writer: Jamell Maurice Demons, Rashad Deonte Simmons, Savion Anan Augustine
Copyright: Lyrics © YSB MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © YSB MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
