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Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll
(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 'bout So how 'bout you?)

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

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely
it rains 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 with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
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 spend the rest of my with you, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

Now why you go do that?
I can see that
right there, like I can't view that
Girl, what Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
I'm way more flyer
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 telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it
You creepin' 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 be there all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going,

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

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

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If ass ever trip, I'll give 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 kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I 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 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 spend the rest of my with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how 'bout

See what I'm bout sweet heart
You ain't gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee
You gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the 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 want me to put on the
Daddy's little girl, right
Know what I'm 'bout?
See I can't 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?