Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

64

Rap

Tekst piosenki
Intro: Method Man One time.. Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon) Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat' [Verse 1] Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out Shipped a half a mil, niggas freaked out She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts And the track record, I'm all about plaques Shaking my ass half naked, lovin this life Waiting for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight Standing center stage, closin the show holdin a gat Since you opened up, I know you're hoping it's wack Niggas, screaming my name on record straight whylin Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight I'mma try to stand my ground, know when I fall I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call [Hook: Method Man] Who's got the illest pussy on the planet? Sugar walls comin down niggas can't stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla Real and it don't stop, we moving up First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper Straight cash get got, bloodhounds Tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na [Verse 2] No more sexing me all night, thinking it's alright While I'm lookin over your Shoulder, watching the hall light You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes While I'm eating getting dressed up, this ain't yo' pad I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab No more, sharin I pain, sharing I made It's time to outslick niggas, ladies sharing our game Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year And from, here on I solemnly swear To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh) Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah) But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self) And uhh.. [Hook] [Method] Uhh... vodka.. Not... not.. Dolla dolla... stop stop.. C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na [Verse 3] No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this Love thyself with no one above thee Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah) Hit the road Mommy told me in order to, find a Prince You gotta kiss some toads [Hook]
Tłumaczenie
Brak

Najnowsze teksty piosenek

Sprawdź teksty piosenek i albumy dodane w ciągu ostatnich 7 dni