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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 with me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby)
Let me be the one that you into
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'll take bitch give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you 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 her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her dick, me
I'm her long distance
When I land my wait for me on the strip, yup

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

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime 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 roll too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, 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 go do that?
I can see through
Tattoo right there, I can't view that
Girl, what that? Say wait, who
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way more
Have you 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't
They even come on
You're far from so leave it alone
You creepin' with the of the throne
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 more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
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 spend the of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid back mannie music
But get back to what we was doing
Laid back in black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he
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 exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut a dip
And you talk kinda and you lick your lips
But I can't for you 'coz 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 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, damn)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

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

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