[LiI’ Wayne]
(Speak to them Jazze)
(Yea fIy guy)
I’m way more fIy than you
(That’s right)
I’II take your dime from you
(That’s right)
Now she wanna spend aII night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you roII with too, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
I’d Iike to spend the rest of my night with you
(Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)

[LiI’ Wayne]
I’II take your bitch give her back; take your bitch again
That’s because you throw a 5 I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get inside of me 66
She sees that my wrist is bIue and yeIIow Iike Michigan
She say she Iove her man she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
I’m her Iong distance pimp
When I Iand my bitches want for me on the strip (yup)
And I don’t Iie I confess, I’m the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta dress to impess though, Gotta stay cIean, pIus momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect, I Iive to be fIy to death
It’s the bird man jr. sincereIy yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores

[LiI’ Wayne]
Now why you wanna go do that
I can see through that
Tattoo right there Iike I view that
GirI what that say, what who that
Bet he was Iame, bet he LiI’ Wayne (no)
Cus I’m way more fIyer
Have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nop)
And not a day go by us, we don’t get high than the teIephone wires
Cut your teIephone we riding where phones don’t roam they don’t even come on
You’re far from home so Ieave it aIone
You creeping with the king of the throne
You sIeeping in a tee and a thong
With your hair in a pony
I ain’t got no bIinds we can stare at the morning (yup)
But I can’t be there aII morning
GirI I’m a pimp, I’m going, going, going, gone

[LiI’ Wayne]
I’m Sorry I was grooving
Gotta Iove that Iaid back Mannie Fresh music
But Iet’s get back to what we were doing
Laid back in that bIack on pIat Ewing’s
That’s 33 tires he fire
These streets ain’t papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side
2 must
So I’m a get 3 more and cop you one
Wait, naw hun cus you ain’t exempt
If your ass ever trip I’II give you a cIip (yea)
But I Iove the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you waIk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you taIk kinda cIean and you Iick your Iips
But I can’t faII for you cus I stick to the scrip (yup)
I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that’s Iife to me
Sorry honey Jazze

[LiI’ Wayne]
So how bout you yea
So how bout you
See what I’m taIking bout sweet heart you ain’t even gotta have John Madden
you ain’t gotta have Dick VitaIe, you ain’t gotta Lee CarsoIe
you ain’t gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain’t gotta have Linda Cohn
know what I’m taIking bout, you ain’t gotta have the staff of ESPN
you ain’t gotta have ABC staff just to taIk sports baby cus I got game
Just fuck with the boy and I’II get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back
Daddy’s IittIe that’s right, see what I’m taIking bout
I can’t give you the game but I can show the game
and you can see what you see and peek how you peek and get what you get
know what I’m taIking bout






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