Nanana versuri

Nanana lyrics by Eazy Mac, Golden BSP

Eazy Mac
Walking through the Taj Mahal
Think I see some baklava
Lady had a big plate
? wanna drop them all
Jesus fucking Christ!
Eazy that’s not how you talk to God
Yeah I know I’m often wrong
I know I’m more often on
I know fighting with myself like in a octagon
Momma told me „Knock it off!„
Then she heard a rocket launch
Sorry mom I told you that he brought a bomb
Who?
Him?
You?
No
Me?
No
The money’s fucking up my passion
Go make another song?
I can’t muster up a rap
When I’m dining in Beirut
Eating bison and wagyu
And I don’t know what you ate but you have mustard on your napkin
I miss the old days where I did nothing but imagine
Of what it would be like to be her fucking on Kardashians
It finally came true
You can find me in Cancún
Got security be screaming „Yo Eazy, No!„
I’m a sick human
Piss on Rick Rubin
Goldie keep the bricks movin’
Wow, we just rip through ‘em
We ain’t influenced
Killing this music
I take your bitch too
And now she sucks my dick to it Wo-o-o-o-o-w
I met Hailey Bieber
At a vacant theater
The molly gave me a fever
Started having crazy seizures
Shaking on the floor
Hit my head on the corner
I’m bleeding out eighty liters
B-b-b-b-bumped in on Sidney Sweeney
Sucking on my weeny, this happened rubbing a genie
I flew her then to Tahiti
She left she don’t need me
She left me with no more money
She treated me like I’m Bibibibibibi

Na na nanana na na
Na na nanana na na
….

Golden BSP
In the strip club, just hoping to get my nuts sucked
But… That’s what doing drugs does
Bought a big dog and then another one in a month cause
Well… That’s what doing drugs does
I got no regrets
But I’m over life
I’m endorsing death
I’m a corpse at best
I support of the feeling of being so depressed
?, should rather go to bed
Bust a move
Bust a move
Busta Rhymes been back on the juice
He’s looking much much better than he was in june
I ain’t judging ‘em, I hope that that wasn’t rude
I just wanna marry Ariana Grande
Or… maybe Eric André
If we have babies I’ll name ‘em Larry and Bombay
Or… maybe Jerry and John James
I get carried away
It’s very scary I feel like
Well… Maybe I feel like Kanye
Bipolar, my mind oughta be tamed
I go tell Eazy to carry me ‘cause I’m not right
Threw his back out, he had to carry me all night
I was high on life until I hit the pipe
Now it feels like a terrible scene I saw twice
But I came up from dealing drugs in a Honda
Used to look straight at my momma and yell „Thug life!”
Now I love when momma come and give me hugs
I’m smoking on something stronger than opium and my bong right
Feel great
Oh yeah
All right

Na na nanana na na
Na na nanana na na
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