paroles de chanson NaNaNa - TRAQULA , Shotgun Willy

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Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say, yeah)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na

Yeah, 1k a month, might have to go and flip that
Mama said the rent's due, I gotta go get that
I see me a lick, yeah, I'ma go and hit that
I'ma switch it up, I ain't fuckin' with your bitch ass
It's a honor to be in my presence, did you know?
I got that water, it's drip-drip-in' on the floor
And I ain't fuck with that drama, I keep it on the low
Said I ain't with all that drama, you little hoe

I be on my way to the bank, I gotta cash out
Pull up in the purple and pink, yeah, I'ma stand out
Feel like Jimmy Neutron, you know that I gotta blast now
Feel like Jimmy Neutron, you know that I gotta blast now

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say, yeah)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na

Yeah, a hundred k a month, they think I'm selling drugs
If I took her to the bank, she might just fall in love
Such a pretty little face, but boy, you better run
In love with bubble gum and fuckin' up her lungs
And I'm not playin' nice tonight
I'm throwin' '20s' at a stripper that is twice my height
She got excited when I picked her, like the price is right
Said I'ma fill myself with liquor and some Mike and Ike, ain't that the life? Uh

Shawty so funny, I'm stickin' to it like Aunt Jemima
Go get some money and tell your barber to fix your line up
We V.I.P. at the club, you pussies sit behind us
I'm eatin' steak and a lobster off of the fine china
Remember teachers who hated my ass in seventh grade
Remember Gameboys, Beyblades and lemonade
Now it's big bags and bad bitches and anime
It's got me feelin' some type of way
I wanna say

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say, yeah)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (you make me wanna say)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na