100 lyrics for "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na,"

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga
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(Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep) So sue me for looking so pretty tonight Wearing your favorite color under the lights For moving on, doing everything right So sue me for being good friends with your friends And running into you at the place that we met For
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Paperback writer. Paperback writer Paperback writer, paperback writer Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? Based on a novel by a man named Lear And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,
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I'm gonna stand on a rooftop, climb up a mountaintop Baby, scream and shout I want to sing it on the radio, show it on a video Baby, leave no doubt I want the whole world to know just what I'm all about I love to love you out loud I have always been a
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And now I gotta let you know Now it's been months out on the road On tour doing so many different shows Head's spinning, feeling like it's gonna explode If anybody out there's feelin' me I'm losin' my mind, and I can't believe I let this shit get the
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You take it all, you take it all the way Alright baby. You know how to have a good time don't cha It's the way you stand You're always attracting attention Now with your hands on your hips, and a Snarl on your lips Your eyes wore the look of danger
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Baby, I just wanna show you things Girl, I'll be different Baby, I could buy you wedding rings Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh-oh Don't care about the distance Give a fuck about the distance Oou-ohh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh,
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They try their best just to mash up the resistance Warning shots and sirens from a distance Riot gears and barricade for an instance And the words from mi mouth, mi no response Hollywood sending signals of destruction Stereotype the ghetto youths as the
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When you fall for the wrong one I just wanna know You know how it goes I love you, I hate you It ain't cool, it's fucked up Crazy how two people fall in love with each other Just to turn around and hurt one another It's fucked up 'Cause you know how it
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