Action Bronson, Chance The Rapper - NaNa lyrics

Na na na, na na na na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na

Dreams is lucid, loosely based on music
Swallow my mucus
Hope your pussy get herpes and
Yo' ass get lupus
Deuces Douches, deuce deuce, I'll shoot ya
(Bang)
Shoes might boot ya and a suit might suit ya
They be on bullshit but they
Really don't do shit
They use of allusion could confuse Confucius
Nasty, ashy
Cigarette ashing 'til my voice get raspy
Last week suspended
Last night kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with Ashley, always in the hallway
So I never been classy (Ha ha ha) shut up

Na na na, na na na na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na (Igh, igh, igh, igh)

Acid, acid, get it? Acid
Melts through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin' paper
If this was work, i'd get higher
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
Fart and get bitch-slapped
Like bourbon mixed with Jack
Lickety-split, look it, he slipped on a shell
From peelin' banana split's back
Give me my Kit-Kat
Don't break me off shit, batch
Fack is you mean bitch?
Zan with that lean bitch
Xan with that lean bitch
Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin
Ya kna' wha' mean
Hit me back when that mean shit

Na na na, na na na na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na (Igh, igh, igh, igh)

With my hair slicked back
I look like Rick Pitino
Three Japanese dykes in my El Camino (Haha)
Lettin' trees blow, oh, I rep the East Coast
I got a team of hoes like Pat Summitt
I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger
In a black Hummer (Get to the chopper)
I splash summer like a fast brother
With a number on his back
Ain’t no fumblin', in fact, I'm back
Acid in my hat shoot, then pass the gat
It's at the bottom of the
River in a plastic bag (Bag)
My new shorty got a gymnastic back
'87 emerald green on a classic jag, uh
She had the cleft palate
I ordered chef’s salad (Okay)
She had the club foot (What else?)
With that little arm (Ha ha ha)
I couldn’t help but laugh
She ordered Chicken Parm
I had the full Bulls warm-up
With the Pippens on, it's me
Suck my motherfucking dick
It's the young Randy Velarde queens, baby
Blow me