Correction Lyrics Na Na Na Boo Boo by YNW Melly

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f*ck that
Na na, boo boo
I f*cked your bitch and you didn't
Na na na, boo boo (Yung Shad, you killed this track)
I'm brazy like that, big Glock, bitch

Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f*cked your bitch in Jimmy Choos
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 him 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
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with True Religion, that is all for you
No, lil' bitch, that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hmm
I don't wanna f*ck that lil' bitch, I don't drink
I'ma tell that lil' p*ssy that stink, stink
Tell that lil' bitch that her p*ssy, 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' bitch, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil' bitch with my eyes wide open
f*ck nigga say he want a feature for five hundred, 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 Choos

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 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*ckin' 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*ck the bitch because I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna f*ck me, but I know the p*ssy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that p*ssy 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*ck with Crips
Free motherf*ckin' Bree, yeah, he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my nigga Crippin'
And my nigga bummin' hoes
Ten hundred bond, that ain't nothing

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