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Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

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 wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll
(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
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch
That's because you throw a 5, I 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 do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her distance pimp
When I land my bitches for me on the strip, yup

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, you expect? I live to be fly to death
the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, it rain 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 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, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you,
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

Now why you go do that?
I can see through
Tattoo right there, like I view that
Girl, what Say wait, who that?
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 roam
They even come on
You're far from so leave it alone
You with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with 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 your dime you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
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 spend the of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

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

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If your ass trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans suck in 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, life to me
honey, Jazze"

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

So how you?
So how 'bout

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

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