Ya Ya Ya Lyrics

Ya Ya Ya lyrics

feat. 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.