Na Na Na lyrics

[Intro: Pressa]
Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah, aah (MaxBeatz)
And we doin' one more (One more)
Yeah (Jiggy D)
Say life is sweet, but it's harder than a b*tch
Wah gwan big 1942 like that?
[?]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Say life is sweet, but it's harder than a b*tch
I know that love and happiness don't ever mix
And all this pain and sufferin' gave me an itch
When life get hard, that's a sign you got to win (Aah)

[Verse 2: Skeng & Pressa]
Your b*tch seh dem no sey wi rich (Mm)
Stink, wi stain dem, know wi a di sh*t (Aah)
Bun yaad, automatic wid a chip (Mm)
Yuh rooms bring b*tches inna dis (Grrah)

[Verse 3: Pressa]
Uh, killers on go (Woo)
And if it ain't 'bout the [cheese?], leave me alone (b*tch)
I got no love for these b*tches (No), these b*tches so malicious (Uh)
If shе ain't suckin' di*k, she gotta go (Go)
Eeny, miney, moе (Uh)
Nowadays I pick 'em out the bundle (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties fill the duffle
Investin' in my cash hopin' it double (Woah)
I keep on findin' trouble (Oh)
And all these tears, I could make a puddle
Aah-aah-aah
[Chorus: Pressa]
She tell me, "Pay for pus*y," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that f*ckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah

[Verse 4: Skeng]
Straight from mi yard, dem a vice, a mi charm
Yo, a one dawg, dawg an' yuh gyal drop draws
[?] dawg dem a care 'bout flaws
It repeat like [?] in yuh mind, tek a chance
Wi a di killer, dem a par
Top dawg, yeah, wi runnin' all dat
Big broad [?]
[Came a way?], seh wi lifestyle large
She suck c*cky then swing dat 'cause
Mi nuh ramp wid gyal, mi dawg, dis a my art
If she brave, she walk har foot inna my part
Pimpin' mi love, mi bringin' any gyal [?]

[Chorus: Pressa]
She tell me, "Pay for pus*y," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that f*ckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah (Rah, rah, rah)
She tell me, "Pay for pus*y," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that f*ckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah (Rah)
[Verse 3: Pressa]
Uh, killers on go (Woo)
And if it ain't 'bout the [cheese?], leave me alone (b*tch)
I got no love for these b*tches (No), these b*tches so malicious (Uh)
If she ain't suckin' di*k, she gotta go (Go)
Eeny, miney, moe (Uh)
Nowadays I pick 'em out the bundle (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties fill the duffle
Investin' in my cash hopin' it double (Woah)
I keep on findin' trouble (Oh)
And all these tears, I could make a puddle (Aah-aah-aah)
(MaxBeatz)

[Chorus: Pressa]
She tell me, "Pay for pus*y," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that f*ckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Tell me, "Pay for pus*y," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that f*ckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah