Na Na Na Boo Boo Lyrics

Na Na Na Boo Boo Lyrics

f**k that
Na na, boo boo
I f**ked your b**ch and you didn't
Na na na, boo boo (Yung Shad, you killed this track)
I'm brazy like that, big Glock, b**ch

Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f**ked your b**ch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't f**k 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 him with the flour like

Na na na, boo boo
f**k you, b**ch, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
b**ch, na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f**ked your b**ch in Jimmy Choo
Giuseppe, we don't f**k with True Religion, that is all for you
No, lil' b**ch, that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hmm
I don't wanna f**k that lil' b**ch, I don't drink
I'ma tell that lil' pussy that stink, stink
Tell that lil' b**ch that her pussy, it stink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I drink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I think
I'm proud of my niggas, yeah, tryna peak
Shoot that lil' b**ch, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil' b**ch with my eyes wide open
f**k nigga say he want a feature for five hundred, what the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the f**k, 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**ked your b**ch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't f**k 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 him with the flour like

And she just told me that she really love the way we swaggin'
Forty on my neck, and I ain't even f**kin' braggin'
Ten bands on a nigga wrist and I spent it
Sold it for like thirty-five hundred, my pendant
I don't wanna f**k the b**ch because I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna f**k me, but I know the pussy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy dusty
That chopper 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**k with Crips
Free motherf**kin' Bree, yeah, he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my nigga Crippin'
And my nigga bummin' hoes
Ten hundred bond, that ain't nothing

Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f**ked your b**ch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't f**k 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 him with the flour like