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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 spend all night me
(She wake 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 of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch
That's you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she get inside of my '66
She see that my is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she him
But nobody do it than her distant dick, me
I'm her distance pimp
I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I 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 your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my with you, baby
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

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

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' phones don't roam
don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it
You creepin' with the 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 be there all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going,

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 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 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 back mannie music
But let's get back to what we was
Laid back in that on plat Ewing's
33 weak tires, he fire
These streets papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 and cop you one, wait

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If your ass ever trip, I'll you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans in your hip
And you kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 'coz I 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 your 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 the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

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

Just fuck your 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 give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and how you peek
And see you get
what I'm talking 'bout?