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Na, na, naii, naii Na, na, naii, naii Na, na, naii, naii Na, na, naii, naii 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 wanna carry on blinging up my line I'm happy to reminded them that if their gal was to see me on there one's they would wanna 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, plonkahha fool Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on frontin You have the right to represent London Know me Na na naii naii Na na If you got your own whip and your earning paper Then you have the right to be a heart breaker know me 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 you listen to my new album When there's no thrillers Gota N-dubz be cool chiller Mum said stay away from the goldiggers But I ain't gonna lie I like sharing the chee and like staring and none of us are caring Sex after dinner I'm a wheeler dealer Hash brown and wine T-shirts, 9 tracksuit with the black Fila I didn't never wanna follow others I'm a leader Say I was a fool but I am a good reader Catch a couple haters call me a cheater Got a couple of fans and now I don't need ya, naii Its 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 Na na naii naii Na na naii naii If you got your own whip and your earning paper Then you have the right to be a heart breaker Wait till you see what I end up wiv, mils Muma didn't raise no dumb kid Came from the dirt and look at mans merk But now I'm in the Beamer one series turbs Money, money makes the world go round The same way the money makes the girls go down Blatantly killing dem No more paying man hundred pounds straight ten grand minimum My car, my house my bills, These fuckers 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 Snitc, plonkahh fool Yo if you stackin' up p and you ain't on frontin' You have the right to represent London know me Na na naii naii Na na naii naii If you got your own whip and your earning paper Then you have the right to be a heart breaker Na na naii naii Na na naii naii Na na naii naii Na na naii naii