Testi musica canzoni

I>[Intro:]Ah no the fights out somebody's about to get their lights
knocked outA little opera for yaCapricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive/ Miss
Nivea[Chorus:]Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I
be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me
jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging
outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your
mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.[Verse 1:]ATL where
them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swellI met a fly guy then we switched
the cellsUnder the influence so I can hardly tellIf he was the one for
mePopy doing this, popy doing thatBig thangs under the CadillacI'm
tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butterWalk threw the club ni**as be like
what thaShorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcherMaybe on the
weekend or something I get witchaWe did the damn thang and you was all
crazyNow you want to pull me up like I'm your
lady.[Chorus:]Front with me like you's a real ballerAnd I
be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to make me
jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm hanging
outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out your
mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.[Verse 2:]Hey ladies,
what's the word? Some of these cats got a lot of nerveTrying to run
game, but I'm about to serveGotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucci
and FendiCome scoop me up on your motorcycleOnce we get alone then you
can rock the resultAnd if you promise to treat me rightBoy i guarantee I
keep this thing locked tightYou thugged out with a lot of lootSweetheart
I'm so proud of youBut I'm not going you break the rulesWhat you did to
get it, you need to do to keep it.[Chorus:]Front with me like
you's a real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken
trying to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty
cause I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words
coming out your mouthBoy I be like
Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.[Vamp:]Hey can you feel the brand new
dayAll my superstars came out to playTo see the thug child from around
the wayThis type of thig happens like everyday.[Rap (Lil
Wayne):]I keep it real and intensiveMe no speak Ya,Ya cause my grill
is expensiveDon't mean to be offensiveI know you probably run across a
bunch of scrubsWith dis-functioned tongesAll in your mug, talk a whole
bunch ummBut me I just want your loveMe I'm bucch of thug/ Big heart but
I punctured someBut I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugsFor
real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy, We could get together and make a
bunch of usAnd I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fussOver young
wiz but I'm getting at Niv hollaDon't brother me with your yadaI'm good
with little mama and she good with big papaI'm hood and she real
properATL Shorty and New Orleans Don DadaAnything Else is
Ya,Ya,Ya[Chorus:]Front with me like you's a real
ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying to
make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause I'm
hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming out
your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.Front with me like you's a
real ballerAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaWith that other chicken trying
to make me jealousAnd I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaGetting all salty cause
I'm hanging outGirl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,YaAll them loud words coming
out your mouthBoy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.more