Ill Na Na

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One time
 Huh, 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'
 Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
 Shipped a half a mil', niggas freaked out
 She's all about sex, pardon, check your facts
 And the track record, I'm all about plaques
 Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
 Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
 Standin' center stage, closin' the show holdin' a gat
 Since you opened up, I know you're hopin' it's wack
 Niggas screamin' my name on record, straight wildin'
 Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
 This is ladies' night, and the Mercedes 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'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
 I left your ass home alone, hopin' I call
 Who 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 movin' 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
 No more sexin' me all night, thinkin' it's alright
 While I'm lookin' over your shoulder, watchin' 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 eatin', gettin' dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
 I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
 No more, sharin' our pain, sharin' our maid
 It's time to outslick niggas, ladies sharin' our game
 Put it in high gear, flip the eyewear
 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
 But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
 And uhh
 Who 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 movin' 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
 Uh, vodka
 Not, not
 Dollar, stop
 C'mon, c'mon, yah
 It's the Ill Na Na
 No more waitin' to exhale, we takin' deep breaths
 Ladies take this all from Fox, repeat 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), hit the road
 Mami told me, in order to find a prince
 You gotta kiss some toads
 Who 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 movin' 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
 

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Duration
03:06
Key
11
Tempo
100 BPM

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