Ya Ya Ya Lyric Nivea NIVEA

[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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