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See you gotta your hands to this

Snap your finger, stomp feet, wink a eye do something

But you gotta to this tho'
we gotta do
That's right, that's

{I gather y'all today
To become a to something you may have never see or heard before
There's something I wish to share with today
You know it's than fire and it hurt worst than pain
here is something you old folk, may not know too much about}

{This here, this is the, the blues y'all
I got the, the young'n blues
I got the, the young'n blues
I got the, the blues y'all
me out

I met her when I was and she was younger
With a body like woman so her age meant
I had to get her
After how she made daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm I could hit her all summer

And all she wanted
Was for Weezy to love her
But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and her
But that didn't come
'Cuz she up being my baby's mother

And then I smothered but little did I know
I'd never find the same girl inside
But I never thought that I'd be for her
And I never thought late at night
When I'm in the mix laying down some chick
suddenly it'll click

How broad in my drawers don't know shit
what I did 'fore I was big
When's there's a woman with my kid I should be
She to me
My love, my patience, my
Nigga

I got the young'n blues
I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all

I met her after the
And she ain't even like me but I got her the game
was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang
Made her into wifey and reality changed

It was going good, I was again
But then things got strange and it had to be Wayne
She was still a virgin what more I ask from a dame
But I was a bastard, I for the pain
Now my ass in the

And she got a new life the picture
And none of it includes and all his bullshit
And I remember the Bahamas for the
We was freaking in the
And she sweet enough to beat it up

Till we began to and I
I'm dreaming 'bout the Secret lingerie
Told me keep it, she ain't moms to see it
And think I once saw it on the girl's body
Now all I'm seeing is

I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n y'all

You see I never ran, but no gentleman
All I is big pimpin' ma'am
I'm tryna be Weezy
And the perfect husband just be too hard to find in me, Weezy

Baby girl, you gotta work ya boy
'Cuz all of that it be hurting ya boy
Look for the not the worst in ya boy
And maybe I can be ya boy, ya what I'm sayin'

But see this here is not your everyday tune
It's the story of your thug dude
And in your mind you prolly thinkin' we don't you
But on the real we just not to what love do

And consider that
We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and
Love pussy but you don't love ho's
Love ya love ya children
Now if they got a bitch you could love
Holla

I got the blues y'all
I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n y'all

I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all
Young Weezy got the young'n y'all
I got the blues y'all

see
Pimps,
Take hat off to this
you gon' rub your head after you hear this one man
Yes ma'am, you know I'm saying}

{Hold cries till after the jam people
here is real
You gotta me
Fe they feel me, ya know
Aight
back}