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Nivea f/ Lil Wayne - Ya Ya Ya

 

Intro:
Ah no the fights out
somebody's about to get their lights knocked out/
A little opera for ya/
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive/ Miss Nivea


Chorus:
Front with me like you's a real baller/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out/
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
All them loud words coming out your mouth/
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.


Verse 1:
ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell/
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells/
Under the influence so I can hardly tell/
If he was the one for me/
Popy doing this, popy doing that/
Big thangs under the Cadillac/
I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter/
Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha/
Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher/
Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha/
We did the damn thang and you was all crazy/
Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady.


Chorus:
Front with me like you's a real baller/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out/
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
All them loud words coming out your mouth/
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.


Verse 2:
Hey ladies, what's the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve/
Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve/
Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucci and Fendi/
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle/
Once we get alone then you can rock the result/
And if you promise to treat me right/
Boy i guarantee I keep this thing locked tight/
You thugged out with a lot of loot/
Sweetheart I'm so proud of you/
But I'm not going you break the rules/
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.


Chorus:
Front with me like you's a real baller/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out/
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
All them loud words coming out your mouth/
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.


Vamp:
Hey can you feel the brand new day/
All my superstars came out to play/
To see the thug child from around the way/
This type of thig happens like everyday.


Rap(Lil Wayne):
I keep it real and intensive/
Me no speak Ya,Ya cause my grill is expensive/
Don't mean to be offensive/
I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs/
With dis-functioned tonges/
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm/
But me I just want your love/
Me I'm bucch of thug/ Big heart but I punctured some/
But I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs/
For real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy,
We could get together and make a bunch of us/
And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss/
Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla/
Don't brother me with your yada/
I'm good with little mama and she good with big papa/
I'm hood and she real proper/
ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada/
Anything Else is Ya,Ya,Ya


Chorus:
Front with me like you's a real baller/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out/
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
All them loud words coming out your mouth/
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.


Front with me like you's a real baller/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous/
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out/
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya/
All them loud words coming out your mouth/
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.


 

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