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See you gotta your hands to this

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

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

{I gather here today
To become a witness to something you may have see or heard before
something I wish to share with y'all today
You know it's hotter than fire and it worst than pain
This here is something you old folk, may not know too much

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

I met her I was young and she was younger
With a body like so her age meant nothing
I had to get her
After how she them daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm I could hit her all summer

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

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

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

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 the fame
And she ain't even me but I got her after the game
Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet
her into wifey and then reality changed

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

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

we began to sleep and I
I'm dreaming 'bout the Secret lingerie
Told me keep it, she want moms to see it
And just 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 blues
I got the blues y'all
I got the blues y'all

You see I never really ran, but no
All I know is big pimpin'
I'm tryna be Weezy
And the perfect husband just might be too hard to in me, Weezy

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

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

And please consider
We taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes
Love but you don't love them ho's
Love ya niggaz ya children
Now if they got a bitch you could love
back

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

I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n 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 what I'm

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