Yea Yea Songtext
von Lady London & Dreezy

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?


Dreezy
See, if my main nigga tweak
My lil' yea yea 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 forty inches, hair draggin′ to my
Gip (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 herе (Skrt)
He tryna stay at my spot, like
What, you need welfarе? (Yea yea)
I′m thick and heavy, he gotta stay trigger-ready
Crop his face all out my pics
I call that nigga Wizard Kelly

Lady London
He keep askin', "What are we?"
I tell him "I don't know" (I don′t know)
That′s my lil' yea yea, 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' yea yea
(Yea yea, yea yea)
That my lil′ yea yea (Yea yea)
That my lil' yea yea
(Oh, that's my lil′ yea yea)
He don′t never tell me no


Lady London
This nigga 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

Lady London
He keep askin', "What are we?
" I tell him "I don′t know"
(I don′t know)
That's my lil′ yea yea
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′ yea yea (Yea yea, yea yea)
That my lil' yeah yea (Yea yea)
That my lil' yea yea
(Oh, that′s my lil′ yea yea)
He don't never tell me no

Dreezy & Lady London
Yeah yeah (Yea yea)
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
But if my yea yea got a yea yea
Oh hell no, don′t deal with that
Yea, we so private, got jetlag
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
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)

Lady London
He keep askin′, "What are we?"
I tell him "I don't know" (I don′t know)
That's my lil′ yea yea
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′ yea yea
(Yea yea, yea yea)
That my lil' yea yea (Yea yea)
That my lil′ yea yea
(Oh, that's my lil′ yea yea)
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?