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See you gotta clap your hands to

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

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

{I gather here today
To become a witness to you may have never see or heard before
There's something I wish to share with today
You it's hotter 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 y'all
I got the, the blues y'all
me out

I met her when I was young and she was
With a like woman so her age meant nothing
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 young to love her
But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and her
But that didn't easy
'Cuz she ended up being my baby's

And then I felt but little did I know
I'd never find the same girl another
But I never that I'd be looking for her
And I thought that late at night
When I'm in the mix laying down with chick
That suddenly click

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
Nigga

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

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

It was going good, I was again
But then things got rapidly strange and it had to be
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 flipped
And none of it Weezy and all his bullshit
And I remember the Bahamas for the
We was in the suite
And she looked sweet to beat it up

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

I got the young'n y'all
I got the blues y'all
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 just tryna be
And the perfect husband just be too hard to find in me, Weezy

Baby girl, you work with ya boy
'Cuz all of cursing 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 is not your everyday love tune
the story of your everyday thug dude
And in your you prolly thinkin' we don't love you
But on the real we just not used to what do

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

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

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

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

{Hold your cries till after the jam
This here is
You feel me
Fe they gotta me, ya know
Aight
Holla