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    "Ya Ya Ya" Lyrics

    Nivea feat. Lil Wayne

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    track 2
    Nivea [2001]
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    Duration:00:04:21
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    [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.
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Dwayne Carter, Robert S. Kelly.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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