Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, artist - Mr. Lil One. Date of issue: 25.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| Started off a long time ago, sittin' in the city |
| Bitches showin' off my name tatted on they titty (Lil' One) |
| Little booty lookin' pretty |
| My attitude is shitty |
| I’m interested in nothin', but fuckin' up the kitty |
| I fuck 'em |
| I leave 'em |
| Lie |
| Deceive 'em |
| Tell you, «I'm an asshole,» believe him |
| Ah! |
| What am I do, dog? |
| You know the game |
| Open up their legs, all these bitches look the same |
| Same groupie little bitches |
| Lookin' so delicious |
| I’m the sickest, I’m pointin' where my dick is |
| You know what to do? |
| Slutty bitch ho |
| Oh |
| No, you’ve never done this before? |
| Then where’d you learn that, bitch? |
| I didn’t teach you |
| Don’t make me beat you, the first day I meet you (Fuck you up) |
| I reached you with my hand on my nuts |
| Give my nuts to your mouth, for raisin' you a slut |
| I love you |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I need you |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Don’t you want me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Don’t you trust me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Another day, another peso, from the H-Town, to Dego |
| From the V-Town, to Weko, they bitches give it a pay-ho |
| But hey, ho |
| Go fill your titties up with Playdoe |
| Talkin' about, «Bash, can I jump on your payroll?» |
| But say, ho, why don’t you shave that hairy navel |
| Bend over on the table, let me bust a Fado |
| Hasta la luego, whatever your name is |
| She only wanted pee-pee cause she thought, I was famous |
| She’s a groupie |
| She can’t sue me |
| Got her on tape with three fingers in her coochie |
| Passin' me the doobie, lookin' for the lighter |
| Beggin' me to bust a fat nut, up inside her |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |
| These groupie sluts ain’t shit, but some penetration |
| So I treat 'em just some dick, and feed 'em conversation |
| Teaching to hit licks, tricks and set up connections |
| Bitch, ain’t we gettin' rich ain’t worth the inch of my erection |
| Same goes for you rich independent |
| Upper class bitches with cash, too stinky to spend it |
| Question |
| No, I ain’t a captain with a cape on |
| Flyin' through the air, tryin' to |
| Handcuff and save 'em |
| Me and Baby Bash from the |
| Smash-A-Ho nation |
| Don Cisco |
| Frisco Mex, my occupation |
| Break 'em |
| Shake 'em (Then it’s) |
| Check out time |
| Get your broke ass back to the welfare line |
| Lazy hoes don’t get no sympathy |
| And ain’t no females |
| Pimpin' me, hun |
| So I took the whippy hooker downstairs |
| And shook her left in the hotel, I’ll be lookin' for my producer |
| Suckers, what you used to |
| But fuck that |
| I only get with stripper chicks and boosters |
| To kick in chips |
| When they choose ya |
| I know you a money pimp |
| You like to suck it up |
| Like a Hoover |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |
| I love you |
| I need you |
| Don’t you want me |
| Don’t you trust me |
| I love you |
| I need you |
| Don’t you want me |
| Don’t you trust me |