a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lady london & dreezy - yea yea lyrics

[intro: lady london]
what you want, for me to lie to you?
talk to you like i desire you?
want me all for a title that isn’t viable?
or hear me talk like an aries and show you fire?

[verse 1: dreezy]
see, if my main n+gga tweak, my lil’ yeah yeah gon’ pick me up
now he like, “how you gettin’ facetimes from pizza hut?”
if you don’t know your worth, these n+ggas try to lowball
so if that card decline, i’ma do the same to your phone call
got forty inches, hair draggin’ to my hip (uh+huh)
first date he trickin’ off, i’m talkin’ bag and matchin’ drip
he the type that always walk around braggin’ ’bout his d+ck
i let him hit it once and found an airtag up in my whip
i got that yeah yeah, black trucks like the mayor herе (skrrt)
he tryna stay at my spot, like what, you need welfarе? (yeah yeah)
i’m thick and heavy, he gotta stay trigger+ready
crop his face all out my pics, i call that n+gga wizard kelly

[chorus: lady london]
he keep askin’, “what are we?” i tell him “i don’t know” (i don’t know)
that’s my lil’ yeah yeah, he never tell me no (never tell me no)
he like the way i am, ain’t nothin’ like these hoes
don’t worry about no money that no other n+gga throw, look
that my lil’ yeah yeah (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
that my lil’ yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
that my lil’ yeah yeah (oh, that’s my lil’ yeah yeah)
he don’t never tell me no
[verse 2: lady london]
this n+gga like, “you got a friend for my homie, boo?” (uh+uh)
no, papa, i want your homie, got a friend for you (hah)
he like, “why you so private? i thought you been my bae” (no)
boy, you in the nba and on an nda (sign here)
i don’t play that i hurt you and you want payback
repossessing purses, emotional, i can see that (you in your feelings, huh?)
you keep asking questions like, “what are we?” (what are we?)
i’ma tell you like, “listen, just be my peace” (you know what we are)
don’t try and get for me to pose for your pictures, scary (scary)
i’m just lookin’ for mimosas and missionary
posts got a risk they carry, givin’ an obituary
papa, i ain’t tryna be your missus or the chick you marry

[verse 3: dreezy & lady london]
yeah yeah (yeah yeah), he benefit me mad cab
designer my attire, get fly and he pay the airfare (d+mn)
airfare? in a lear jet, he a care bear and i feel that
but if my yeah yeah got a yeah yeah, oh h+ll no, don’t deal with that
yeah, we so private, got jet+lag, if he get a b+tch, i’ma dead that (uh+huh)
take selfies all in his whip, but if he postin’ me, that’s a red flag
ooh, girl, that’s my sneaky link, cuffin’ you, never lovin’ you
n+gga just be bluffin’, just somethin’ do when it’s nothin’ to
i’m like cut him if he say, “that’s my girl,” you ain’t david ruffin, boo (what?)
he ain’t even my number two, send him home, let him comfort you
it’s up to you if you ain’t believe it, humble, but i’m fake conceited (fake conceited)
n+gga post me and i’m payin’ to get your page deleted (haha)
[chorus: lady london]
he keep askin’, “what are we?” i tell him “i don’t know” (i don’t know)
that’s my lil’ yeah yeah, he never tell me no (never tell me no)
he like the way i am, ain’t nothin’ like these hoes
don’t worry about no money that no other n+gga throw, look
that my lil’ yeah yeah (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
that my lil’ yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
that my lil’ yeah yeah (oh, that’s my lil’ yeah yeah)
he don’t never tell me no

[outro: lady london]
what you want, for me to lie to you?
talk to you like i desire you?
want me all for a title that isn’t viable?
or hear me talk like an aries and show you fire?

- lady london dreezy lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS