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Yao Ming Video (MV)




Performed By: Bas
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Abbas Hamad, Joe Harrison, Linden Jay, Lydia Kitto




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Yao, Yao, Yao Ming
Yao, Yao Ming, Yao, Ming

Let's bring it back though
I know God love me, everyday he drop a bag though
Never chasin' money, it's just somethin' I attract though
Business on the golf course
Millions on these back four
Blame it on my pops 'cause I can't feel the top, no
I came off the top row, double to your noggin
She gon' make the block woke when she get her back broke
I know what to ask for, I'm the one she jockey
I'm the one she jack though
I don't know how that ass slow down then it fast forward
I don't love her back though
She gon' feel a way and tell the city where I'm at though
Bitches try to lie me, but I'm not a map though
I am not a flagpole, you not finna climb me
I am not a tadpole but a nigga slimy
I been gettin' money since a youngin' with consignment
Niggas stake your crib out, they just study the assignment
They say money blindin', bitch, I'm Hellen Keller in a Pelle Pelle leather
Feel indebted to the better days
Wish we could rewind them
Peanut butter sixty three
I wish that you could sit with me
You played yourself and fade away
Damn, oh, how the mighty have fallen
I thought as a I laid on the ground
Made my way back on my own
F*ck what I need from you now
Zaza, I'm E.T., phone home
See you boys on my way down
If you could see how I grown
Money stack taller than

Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao Ming
Yao, Yao Ming (yeah)
Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao Ming
Yao, Yao Ming (yeah)
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English

Yao, Yao, Yao Ming
Yao, Yao Ming, Yao, Ming

Let's bring it back though
I know God love me, everyday he drop a bag though
Never chasin' money, it's just somethin' I attract though
Business on the golf course
Millions on these back four
Blame it on my pops 'cause I can't feel the top, no
I came off the top row, double to your noggin
She gon' make the block woke when she get her back broke
I know what to ask for, I'm the one she jockey
I'm the one she jack though
I don't know how that ass slow down then it fast forward
I don't love her back though
She gon' feel a way and tell the city where I'm at though
Bitches try to lie me, but I'm not a map though
I am not a flagpole, you not finna climb me
I am not a tadpole but a nigga slimy
I been gettin' money since a youngin' with consignment
Niggas stake your crib out, they just study the assignment
They say money blindin', bitch, I'm Hellen Keller in a Pelle Pelle leather
Feel indebted to the better days
Wish we could rewind them
Peanut butter sixty three
I wish that you could sit with me
You played yourself and fade away
Damn, oh, how the mighty have fallen
I thought as a I laid on the ground
Made my way back on my own
F*ck what I need from you now
Zaza, I'm E.T., phone home
See you boys on my way down
If you could see how I grown
Money stack taller than

Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao Ming
Yao, Yao Ming (yeah)
Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao Ming
Yao, Yao Ming (yeah)
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Writer: Abbas Hamad, Joe Harrison, Linden Jay, Lydia Kitto
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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