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See you clap your hands to this

Snap your finger, stomp your feet, wink a eye do

But you gotta to this tho'
What we do
That's right, right

{I gather here today
To become a witness to you may have never see or heard before
There's something I wish to share with y'all
You know it's hotter fire and it hurt worst than pain
This here is something you old folk, may not know too about}

here, this is the, the young'n blues y'all
I got the, the young'n blues
I got the, the young'n blues
I got the, the young'n blues
me out

I met her when I was young and she was
With a body like woman so her age meant
I had to get her
After how she made daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm I could hit her all summer

And all she wanted
Was for young to love her
But all I wanted was to cum easy and dump her
But that didn't easy
'Cuz she up being my baby's mother

And I felt smothered but little did I know
I'd never find the same girl another
But I thought that I'd be looking for her
And I never thought that late at
When I'm in the mix laying down some chick
suddenly it'll click

How this broad in my drawers don't shit
'Bout what I did I was big
When's there's a with my kid where I should be
She to me
My love, my patience, my
Nigga

I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all

I met her the fame
And she ain't even like me but I got her the game
Mami was a piece, young Cali sweet thang
Made her into wifey and reality changed

It was going good, I was again
But then got rapidly strange and it had to be Wayne
She was still a virgin what more could I ask a dame
But I was a bastard, I asked for the
Now my ass in the

And she got a new the picture flipped
And none of it includes and all his bullshit
And I the Bahamas for the weekend
We was in the suite
And she looked sweet enough to it up

we began to sleep and I
I'm dreaming 'bout the Victoria Secret
Told me keep it, she want moms to see it
And just think I once saw it on the girl's
Now all I'm is nobody

I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n y'all
I got the blues y'all

You see I really ran, but no gentleman
All I know is big ma'am
I'm just be Weezy
And the perfect husband just be too hard to find in me, Weezy

Baby girl, you gotta work ya boy
'Cuz all of cursing it be hurting ya boy
for the better not the worst in ya boy
And maybe I can be ya boy, ya know I'm sayin'

But see this here is not your everyday love
It's the story of everyday thug dude
And in your mind you prolly thinkin' we don't you
But on the real we just not used to what do

And please consider
We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and
Love pussy but you don't love them
Love ya love ya children
Now if they got a bitch you could that
Holla

I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n y'all

I got the young'n y'all
I got the blues y'all
Young Weezy got the young'n y'all
I got the blues y'all

see
Pimps,
Take hat off to this
'Cuz you gon' rub your head after you this one man
Yes ma'am, you know I'm saying}

{Hold your till after the jam people
This here is
You feel me
Fe they gotta feel me, ya
Aight
back}