Lirik Lagu Ya Ya Ya - Nivea F/ Lil' Wayne
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Intro:Ah no the fights outsomebody's about to get their lights knocked outA little opera for yaCapricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive Miss Nivea
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Verse 1:ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swellI met a fly guy then we switched the cellsUnder the influence so I can hardly tellIf he was the one for mePopy doing this, popy doing thatBig thangs under the CadillacI'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butterWalk threw the club ni**as be like what thaShorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcherMaybe on the weekend or something I get witchaWe did the damn thang and you was all crazyNow you want to pull me up like I'm your lady.
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Verse 2:Hey ladies, what's the word?Some of these cats got a lot of nerveTrying to run game, but I'm about to serveGotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucci and FendiCome scoop me up on your motorcycleOnce we get alone then you can rock the resultAnd if you promise to treat me rightBoy i guarantee I keep this thing locked tightYou thugged out with a lot of lootSweetheart I'm so proud of youBut I'm not going you break the rulesWhat you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Vamp:Hey can you feel the brand new dayAll my superstars came out to playTo see the thug child from around the wayThis type of thig happens like everyday.
Rap(Lil Wayne):I keep it real and intensiveMe no speak Ya,Ya cause my grill is expensiveDon't mean to be offensiveI know you probably run across a bunch of scrubsWith dis-functioned tongesAll in your mug, talk a whole bunch ummBut me I just want your loveMe I'm bucch of thug Big heart but I punctured someBut I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugsFor real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy,We could get together and make a bunch of usAnd I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fussOver young wiz but I'm getting at Niv hollaDon't brother me with your yadaI'm good with little mama and she good with big papaI'm hood and she real properATL Shorty and New Orleans Don DadaAnything Else is Ya,Ya,Ya
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Verse 1:ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swellI met a fly guy then we switched the cellsUnder the influence so I can hardly tellIf he was the one for mePopy doing this, popy doing thatBig thangs under the CadillacI'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butterWalk threw the club ni**as be like what thaShorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcherMaybe on the weekend or something I get witchaWe did the damn thang and you was all crazyNow you want to pull me up like I'm your lady.
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Verse 2:Hey ladies, what's the word?Some of these cats got a lot of nerveTrying to run game, but I'm about to serveGotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucci and FendiCome scoop me up on your motorcycleOnce we get alone then you can rock the resultAnd if you promise to treat me rightBoy i guarantee I keep this thing locked tightYou thugged out with a lot of lootSweetheart I'm so proud of youBut I'm not going you break the rulesWhat you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Vamp:Hey can you feel the brand new dayAll my superstars came out to playTo see the thug child from around the wayThis type of thig happens like everyday.
Rap(Lil Wayne):I keep it real and intensiveMe no speak Ya,Ya cause my grill is expensiveDon't mean to be offensiveI know you probably run across a bunch of scrubsWith dis-functioned tongesAll in your mug, talk a whole bunch ummBut me I just want your loveMe I'm bucch of thug Big heart but I punctured someBut I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugsFor real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy,We could get together and make a bunch of usAnd I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fussOver young wiz but I'm getting at Niv hollaDon't brother me with your yadaI'm good with little mama and she good with big papaI'm hood and she real properATL Shorty and New Orleans Don DadaAnything Else is Ya,Ya,Ya
Chorus:Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
