Ya Ya Ya Lyrics - Nivea - Nivea

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 

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 

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 nigga 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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 disfunctioned 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 

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