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Yeahhh Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Wayne
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Dwayne Carter




Lil Wayne - Yeahhh Lyrics
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Yeah
Cut the music up in the head phones, please
That's more like it
Uh, uh, uh, yeah

This that rock with me music, buck with me music
Baby come to my pad and f*ck with me music
F*ckin with me music, f*ckin' with me lose your life
I would like to prove it but that's why I got gooned-ed
Ever since a junior, I've been on that bullshit
You know like a fireplace? That's how hot your wood get
So Santa come yo' ass down the chimney
Behind my kids I leave your gift bag empty
Riff raff plenty, yeah that's what ya'll do
I got two Tec9's should I text or call you?
Mothaf*cka I kill all you, put the pump to your ear and
Pump up the volume, knock out a tall dude, bear hug a fat boy
I f*cked the teacher and stomp on the frat boy
I don't believe the preacher and I never been a choir boy
But my pockets do hit high notes like Mariah, boy
Yeah, I keep my angel low like maya, boy
Then I pull it out and give you wings watch me flyer boy
Used to be a Hot Boy now I'm fire boy
I'm talkin' fire, like rubbin' corduroy
Oops, I meant corduroy, Carter boy, stuntin' like my father boy
Flow like water boy, even though I got a voice like your boy on water boy
They pay a ton like my first name is Walter, boy
Sweetness, but see you'd rather insult a boy
But I put that pimp in ya step like Walter, boy
Chuch, and Weezy F's the alter boy
And yes I am a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy
Yeah, I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin'
Extra talkin' to the morgue by extra coffins
Yeah, I'm hype like my wife, man
Extra coffee, me and my wife be A-Okay
I'm tryna shake them exes of me, ha
What it is, I'm back on my biz'
And I put that on the threads on the back of my kids
May that damn eleven be attached to my ribs
And the bullets that I give be attached to his
I'm back mothaf*cka, I'm that mothaf*cka
But besides Barack I'm one hell of a black mothaf*cka
Ya digg? F*ck every fish in the river
Hop out my love boat f*ck every fish in the river, nigga
Yeah, when you in that trunk do you quiver nigga?
Cut the music up so we can't hear the nigga
Then we burn the car, with the nigga
Burn 'em so bad they can't tell if it is a nigga
We leave yo' body lookin' like a lizard, nigga
My ma's a chef, do you wanna be for dinner, nigga?
I'm at the finish like what's up with these beginner niggas?
I'm a winner nigga, but now and then a nigga
Shoutout to Nas to help me tap into my inner nigga
And nigga or not, we are all sinners, nigga
So please forgive me if I have to kill a nigga
And the president is still a nigga
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English

Yeah
Cut the music up in the head phones, please
That's more like it
Uh, uh, uh, yeah

This that rock with me music, buck with me music
Baby come to my pad and f*ck with me music
F*ckin with me music, f*ckin' with me lose your life
I would like to prove it but that's why I got gooned-ed
Ever since a junior, I've been on that bullshit
You know like a fireplace? That's how hot your wood get
So Santa come yo' ass down the chimney
Behind my kids I leave your gift bag empty
Riff raff plenty, yeah that's what ya'll do
I got two Tec9's should I text or call you?
Mothaf*cka I kill all you, put the pump to your ear and
Pump up the volume, knock out a tall dude, bear hug a fat boy
I f*cked the teacher and stomp on the frat boy
I don't believe the preacher and I never been a choir boy
But my pockets do hit high notes like Mariah, boy
Yeah, I keep my angel low like maya, boy
Then I pull it out and give you wings watch me flyer boy
Used to be a Hot Boy now I'm fire boy
I'm talkin' fire, like rubbin' corduroy
Oops, I meant corduroy, Carter boy, stuntin' like my father boy
Flow like water boy, even though I got a voice like your boy on water boy
They pay a ton like my first name is Walter, boy
Sweetness, but see you'd rather insult a boy
But I put that pimp in ya step like Walter, boy
Chuch, and Weezy F's the alter boy
And yes I am a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy
Yeah, I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin'
Extra talkin' to the morgue by extra coffins
Yeah, I'm hype like my wife, man
Extra coffee, me and my wife be A-Okay
I'm tryna shake them exes of me, ha
What it is, I'm back on my biz'
And I put that on the threads on the back of my kids
May that damn eleven be attached to my ribs
And the bullets that I give be attached to his
I'm back mothaf*cka, I'm that mothaf*cka
But besides Barack I'm one hell of a black mothaf*cka
Ya digg? F*ck every fish in the river
Hop out my love boat f*ck every fish in the river, nigga
Yeah, when you in that trunk do you quiver nigga?
Cut the music up so we can't hear the nigga
Then we burn the car, with the nigga
Burn 'em so bad they can't tell if it is a nigga
We leave yo' body lookin' like a lizard, nigga
My ma's a chef, do you wanna be for dinner, nigga?
I'm at the finish like what's up with these beginner niggas?
I'm a winner nigga, but now and then a nigga
Shoutout to Nas to help me tap into my inner nigga
And nigga or not, we are all sinners, nigga
So please forgive me if I have to kill a nigga
And the president is still a nigga
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Writer: Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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