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Ya Ya Ya

[intro:]
Ah no the fights out
Somebodys about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, cash money, nivea, jive/ miss nivea
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous 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 Im 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
Im tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me like hes 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 Im your lady.
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous 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 Im 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, whats the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but Im 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 Im so proud of you
But Im not going you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous 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 Im 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
Dont 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 Im bucch of thug/ big heart but I punctured some
But Im trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
For real, I aint 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 Im getting at niv holla
Dont brother me with your yada
Im good with little mama and she good with big papa
Im hood and she real proper
Atl shorty and new orleans don dada
Anything else is ya,ya,ya
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous 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 Im 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 yous 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 Im 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.

song performed by Nivea
Added by Lucian Velea
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