Nivea & Lil Wayne - Ya Ya Ya Lyrics
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    Ya Ya Ya

    [Intro: Nivea]
    Oh, no, the fight's out, somebody's about to get their lights knocked out
    Music
    Yeah, a little opera for ya
    Weezy, The Capricorn, Cash Money
    Nivea, Jive
    Cali I see ya daddy
    Miss Nivea

    [Chorus: Nivea]
    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: Nivea]
    Chillin' at the ATL
    Where them pimps and them ballers and them 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
    Papi doing this, papi doing that
    Big thangs under the Cadillac
    I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
    Walk through the club niggas be like, "What the"
    Shawty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher
    Maybe on the weekend or something, I get witcha
    We did the damn thang, and it was all crazy
    Now you want to call me up like I'm your lady

    [Chorus: Nivea]
    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: Nivea]
    Hey ladies, what's the word?
    Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
    Tryna run game, mut I'm 'bout to serve
    Gotta have dough 'cause I love to splurge, Gucci and Fendi
    Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
    But 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 gon' let you break the rules
    What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it

    [Chorus: Nivea]
    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

    [Bridge: Nivea]
    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 every day

    [Verse 3: 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 tongues
    All in your mug talk a whole bunch umm
    But I'm me, I just want your love
    Me, I'm bunch of thug
    Big heart, but punctured some
    But I'm tryna patch it up with a bunch of hugs
    For real, I ain't just talking whatever, Mami
    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 bother 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: Nivea]
    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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