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Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

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

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

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I to be fly to death
the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it
Jazze,

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you, baby
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

Now why you go do that?
I can see that
Tattoo right there, like I can't that
Girl, what Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
I'm way more flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get than the telephone wires

Cut your off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
They even come on
far from home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, your 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 more fly you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh
But let's get to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on plat
That's 33 weak tires, he
streets ain't 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 ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut 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 to my money, that's life to me
honey, Jazze"

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

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

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