Gucci Mane, Chris Brown, Lil Wayne - C’Yeah lyrics

Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
(Polow, Polow) cyeah
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (Zone 4, Zone 6)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah

I don't really do this much
But baby girl I might fly you
Buy you crazy things 'cause you're
The type I like cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there

Do you know who I am? Baby girl
My name the shit
I'm the shit, yeah, the shit
Gucci Mane off in this bitch
When I spit, stupid swift
I feel like I got a gift
Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand but
This one is on the strength
A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp
Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice
You feel a drift
Light a spliff, take a whiff
If you feel like, take a sniff
Drink a fifth
Pop a what? One of those then plead the fifth
40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M
Look at me, look at them
Don't I look better than him?
Girl, my rims match my gems
Pinky same color my wheels
And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin'
I keep it real

I don't really do this much
But baby girl I might fly you
Buy you crazy things 'cause you're
The type I like cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
I don't really do this much
But baby girl I might fly you
Buy you crazy things 'cause you're
The type I like (Ha, yeah)
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
(Ha ha haha, leggo) cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
(I told you niggas, look)

They done fucked around and let
Me back on my G-shit
My wheels big, they deep dish
Engine bigger than a motherfucker
But on the dashboard, you see fish
See-through, all blue
I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you
(Ha ha ha)
Whole bunch of niggas in my clique
They gorillas and I'm fuckin' with the
Motherfuckin' dogs too (Woof)
All this money, I done met my quota
(yeah) I'm ballin', bitch (ha)
Flow sick, track ebola
(ugh) Polow, this that shit
For all the ladies, you know
This that dick, hold up, wait a minute
Did he just say that? Yes I did
Now open your legs up
Let me show you this business
Microphones I blaze, boy, any
Little beat, any track, i'll kill it
Fuckin' a model straight Playboy
I stick my ding-a-ling down
They throat like ribbit
Got the girls in the club
With their lace front swingin' (Ha)
Lookin' at my girl like, "No, you didn't"
(Uh, uh) somebody better call 911 with all
This motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'

I don't really do this much
But baby girl I might (Might)
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're
The type I like (Like)
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there (yeah)
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
I don't really do this much, but baby girl
I might fly you
Buy you crazy things 'cause you're
The type I like (Alright)
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
(Go get that girl right there)
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there

Uh, stay in line, hoe
Yeah, get your mind right, bitch
Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy
And I don't like bald pussy
I like wolf pussy
My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies
Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie
Hm-mm, I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder
Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter
Eat a redbone, like red velvet cake
Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake
And if that nigga trippin', tell him
"Yellow tape" i'm like 5'6", dick 7'8"

I don't really do this much, but baby girl
I might (Haha, Tunechi)
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're
The type I like (That right)
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
(That girl right there)
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
(Young Mula baby)
I don't really do this much, but baby girl
I might fly you
Buy you crazy things 'cause you're
The type I like cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah
Go get that girl right there