paroles de chanson Ya Ya Ya - Nivea , lil wayne
[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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