Ya Ya Ya featuring Lil Wayne

アーティストNivea, Lil Wayne
作詞R. Kelly, D. Carter
作曲R. Kelly, D. Carter
Ah no the fights out
Somebody's about to get their lights knocked out
Music
Yeah, ya
A little opera for ya
Huh, uh
What do we say, what do we say
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive
Kelly I see you Dada
Miss Nivea

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

ATL where them pimps and bailers 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 nigga 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 wanna pull me up like I'm your lady

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

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, huh uh
Sweetheart I'm so proud of you, huh uh
But I'm not gonna let you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it

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

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 thing happens like everyday

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 tongues
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
But me I just want your love
Me I'm a bunch 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 bother
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

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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