100 lyrics for "Yeah! Yeah!"

My my my little ADPI, Kappa Delta Tri Delts you look so fine Ooh don’t know what I’m gonna do around those Zeta’s, Theta’s, Chi O’s and little Phi Mu’s My my sorority girl, my my sorority girl Hey yeah hey yeah You got your sundress on for game day Just
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And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get
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Waste it on me (Waste it on me) Tell me why not waste it on me So if love is nothing more Than just a waste of your time Baby why not waste it on me And I know there's no making this right, this right (Yeah) And I know there's no changing your mind, your
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Yeah we love one another One blood for all One blood for the face of the earth One time ? in life These are the feelings you have ? God is majesty Open your ears and open your heart And listen to these words from the universe ? God is the respecter of no
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Bury my body Lord, I don't care where they 'Cause my soul is gonna live With God, Oh-oh-oh yeah Lead me Jesus, lead me Why don't you lead me in the middle of the air And if my wings should fail me Won't you provide me with another pair Please God I don't
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Traitor hate your face, obey or you're gonna die Oh yeah I'll come back to you when I'm dead (Fire!) the fire is more right than my eyes Don't remain, go misplay, you're so, so wild (Traitor!) your vengeance night, yes, always for me Always now, once you
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When you hear the... it's on When you hear that.. it's on Alchemist - fuck is the deal nigga? Uh-huh, yeah.. Yeah.. when you hear the.. P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars Gallons of Bacardi, been at the awards
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I can't explain it, but you're gonna love this So crazy outrageous, simply unstoppable Blah, yeah, simple Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples I've done deja-vu with the dimples And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles
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When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to
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