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Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy 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 rest of my night you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

take your 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 is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance
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 dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay
momma in a Lex 4
She me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely
When it rains it pours, when it it whores
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 wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll with 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, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

Now why you wanna go do
I can see that
Tattoo there, like 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 of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' phones don't roam
They even come on
You're far from so leave it alone
You creepin' the king of the throne
You in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
I got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I can't be 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 spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll too
(Throw it ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw 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 let's get back to we was doing
Laid back in that black on Ewing's
That's 33 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 exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll you a clip, yea
But I love the way jeans suck in your hip
And you kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you your 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, life 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 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 like to the rest of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how you?
So how 'bout

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

fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, right
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?