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Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with 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, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'll your bitch give 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 blue and like Michigan
She say she love her man, she him
But nobody do it better than her dick, me
I'm her long distance
I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dough
Gotta dress to though, gotta stay clean
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely
When it it pours, when it rain 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 wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll 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, baby
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

Now why you wanna go do
I can see through
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' 'round a bunch of buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where don't roam
They don't even on
far from home so leave it alone
You with the king of the throne
You in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can at the morning, yup
But I can't be 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 wanna all night with me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid mannie fresh music
But get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on plat
That's 33 weak tires, he
These streets ain't ma
You gotta keep heat on your 2 must
So I'm a get 3 and cop you one, wait

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

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

So how you?
So how you?

See what I'm talking sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have Madden
You gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta Stuart 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 just to speak sports baby
I got game sweetheart

Just with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's
Know what I'm 'bout?
See I give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see you see and peek how you peek
And see you get
Know I'm talking 'bout?