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Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll into
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'll take your bitch her back, take your bitch again
because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get of my '66
She see that my wrist is and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she him
But do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long pimp
When I land my wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay
Plus in a Lex 4
She me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, yours
When it rains it pours, when it it whores
Jazze,

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd to spend the rest of my night with you, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

Now why you wanna go do
I can see that
Tattoo right there, I can't view that
Girl, what Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way more
Have you hangin' a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We get higher than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones roam
They don't come on
You're far from home so leave it
You creepin' with the king of the
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, your hair in a pony
I got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I be there all mornin'
I'm a baby, I'm going, going, gone

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(Throw it ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid mannie fresh music
But let's get back to what we was
Laid back in that black on plat
That's 33 tires, he fire
These streets papaya ma
You keep heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one,

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If your ass ever trip, give you a clip, yea
But I love the way jeans suck in your hip
And you walk mean how you strut with a dip
And you kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you I stick to the script, yup
I "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me
honey, Jazze"

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how 'bout

See what I'm bout sweet heart
You even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know I'm talkin' 'bout?
You gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to sports baby
'Coz I got sweetheart

Just fuck with boy and I'll get you a jersey
you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's
Know what I'm talking
See I can't give you the game but I can you the game
And you can see you see and peek how you peek
And see you get
Know I'm talking 'bout?