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Lady London - Dreezy - Yea Yea (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lady London
Lady London
Vocals
Dreezy
Dreezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Lady London
Lady London
Songwriter
nami
nami
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
nami
nami
Producer

Lyrics

What you want, for me to lie to you? (Lie to you) Talk to you like I desire you? (Desire you) Want me all for a title that isn't viable? (Viable) Or hear me talk like an Aries and show you fire? See, if my main nigga 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 niggas try to lowball So if that card decline, I'ma do the same to your phone call Got 40 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 dick I let him hit it once and found an AirTag up in my whip I got that yeah-yeah, black trucks like the mayor here (skrrt) He tryna stay at my spot, like what, you need welfare? (Yeah, yeah) I'm thick and heavy, he gotta stay trigger-ready Crop his face all out my pics, I call that nigga, "Wizard Kelly" 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 nigga throw, look That my lil' yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) That my lil' yeah-yeah (oh, that my lil' yeah-yeah) That my lil' yeah-yeah (oh, that's my lil' yeah-yeah) He don't never tell me no (boy) This nigga like, "You got a friend for my homie, boo?" (Uh-uh) No, papa, I want your homie, got a friend for you (ah-ha) 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 me 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 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 nigga throw, look That my lil' yeah,-yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) That my lil' yeah-yeah (oh, that my lil' yeah-yeah) That my lil' yeah-yeah (oh, that's my lil' yeah-yeah) He don't never tell me no (whoo) Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah), he benefit me mad cab Designer my attire, get fly and he pay the airfare (damn) Airfare? In a Lear jet he a Care Bear and I feel that (whoo) But if my yeah-yeah got a yeah-yeah, oh hell no, don't deal with that Oh, yeah, we so private, got jet-lag, if he get a bitch, 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 (whoo) Nigga 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) Nigga post me, and I'm payin' to get your page deleted (haha) 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 nigga throw, look That my lil' yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) That my lil' yeah-yeah (oh, that my lil' yeah-yeah) That my lil' yeah-yeah (oh, that's my lil' yeah-yeah) He don't never tell me no (uh-huh) What you want, for me to lie to you? (Lie to you) Talk to you like I desire you? (Desire you) Want me all for a title that isn't viable? (Viable) Or hear me talk like an Aries and show you fire?
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Zaire Stewart, Dylan Ismael Teixeira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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