Ya Ya Ya Nivea (Ft. Lil Wayne)
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[Intro: R. Kelly (Lil Wayne)]
Oh, no, the fight's out, somebody's about to get they lights knocked out (Music)
Yeah (Yeah)
A little opera for ya (Uh-huh, Weezy, Weezy)
The Capricorn (Uh-huh, Cash Money)
Nivea (Jive)
Uh, what? (Kelly 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]
Straight up at the ATL
Where them pimps and them ballers and them hustlers dwell
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
Oh, no, the fight's out, somebody's about to get they lights knocked out (Music)
Yeah (Yeah)
A little opera for ya (Uh-huh, Weezy, Weezy)
The Capricorn (Uh-huh, Cash Money)
Nivea (Jive)
Uh, what? (Kelly 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]
Straight up at the ATL
Where them pimps and them ballers and them hustlers dwell
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
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