Mr. Yeah - The-Dream

Radio Killa

My publisher loves when I do this

It’s the R and B gorilla

Call the radio right now

The-Dream done put it down again

Dream done put it down again

Radio Killa

Everytime you bring you ass around

I put it down

Cupid ain’t got shit on me

Loading up my arrow, cocking back your bow

Cupid ain’t got shit on me

No, no, no

She said all these niggas be poppin' that bullshit

But I be in it like a preacher in a pulpit

It ain’t they fault cause I’m sure that they mean you well

But everytime they fail she runs right back to Mr. Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come back to Mr. Yeah

Come here lil’baby, let me do, do that body like it ought to be done

And how could somebody mistreat a body that’s hotter than one hundred suns

You deserve a better man and I got the better plan

Cupid ain’t got shit on me

I’m harder than Superman, I bounce back like a rubber band

These niggas ain’t got shit on me, you know it

See all these niggas be poppin' that bullshit

But I been in it like a pitcher in a bull pit

It ain’t they fault cause I know they mean you well

Everytime you fail, she rights right back to Mr. Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me here you say, eh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me here you say, eh

Kissin' on my ella

Loving on my ella

Huggin' on my ella

Rubbin on my ella

Feelin' on my ella

Chillin' with my ella

There’s nothing you can tell her

I’m always kissin' on my ella

Loving on my ella

nothing you can tell her

I’m Mr. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh yeah