LYRICS / Ya Ya Ya (Feat. Lil’ Wayne)

lil wayne:
oh no, the fights out, somebodys about to get their lights knocked out
nivea: (ooh-ooh,)
lil wayne: a little opera for ya. the capricorn, cash money, nivea, jive, miss nivea

frontin with me like you’s a real baller
and i be like yeah, ya ya ya
with that other chicken tryin 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 comin out ya mouth
boy i be like yeah, ya ya ya

atl where the pimps, and the ballers and the hustlers swell
i met a fly guy then we switched the cells
under the influence so i could hardly tell
if he was the one for me
popy doin this, popy doin that, big things under the cadillac
im tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
walk through the club ___ be like what the
shorty throwin money at me like he’s a pitcher
maybe on the weekend or something i get with’cha
we did the damn thing and you was all crazy
now you want to pull me up like im your lady
frontin with me like you’s a real baller
and i be like yeah, ya ya ya
with that other chicken tryin 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 comin out ya mouth
boy i be like yeah, ya ya ya
hey ladies, whats the word? some of these cats got a lotta nerve
tryin 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’ll keep this thing locked tight
you thugged out with a lotta loot (uh uh)
sweetheart im so proud of you (uh uh)
but im not going to let you break the rules
what you did to get it, you need to do to keep it
frontin with me like you’s a real baller
and i be like yeah, ya ya ya
with that other chicken tryin 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 comin out ya mouth
boy i be like yeah, ya ya ya
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 thing happens like everyday
Lil Wayne rap:
i keep it real and intensive, me no speak ya, ya cos my grill is expensive,
dont mean to be offensive, i know you probably
run across a bunch of scrubs, with dis-functioned tongues,
all in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
but me i just want your love,me im a bunch 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 it 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 bother me with your yada
im good with little mama and she good with big papa
im hood and shes real proper
atl shorty and new orleans don dada
anything else is ya ya ya