Ya Ya Ya(feat Lil Wayne Lyrics

Ya Ya Ya(feat Lil Wayne lyrics

[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.