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(Jazze Pha)


[Lil' Wayne]


[Speak to them Jazze]


I


[Yea fly guy]


I'm way more fly than you


[That's right]


I'll take your dime from you


[That's right]


Now she wanna spend all night with me


[She wanna wake up with Weezy-F baby]


Let me be the one that you roll with too, baby


[Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma]


I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you


[Yea so how bout you, so how bout you]





[Lil' Wayne]


I'll 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 blue and yellow like Michigan


She say she love her man she misses him


But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)


I'm her long distance pimp


When I land my bitches want for me on the strip (yup)


And I don't lie I confess, I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress


Gotta dress to impess though, Gotta stay clean, plus momma in a Lex 4


She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death


It's the bird man jr. sincerely yours


When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores





(Chorus)


[Li' Wayne]


Now why you wanna go do that


I can see through that


Tattoo right there like I view that


Girl what that say, what who that


Bet he was lame, bet he Lil' Wayne (no)


Cus I'm way more flyer


Have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nop)


And not a day go by us, we don't get high than the telephone wires


Cut your telephone we riding where phones don't roam they don't even come on


You're far from home so leave it alone


You creeping with the king of the throne


You sleeping in a tee and a thong


With your hair in a pony


I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning (yup)


But I can't be there all morning


Girl I'm a pimp, I'm going, going, going, gone





(Chorus)


[Lil' Wayne]


I'm Sorry I was grooving


Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music


But let's get back to what we were doing


Laid back in that black on plat 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'll give you a clip (yea)


But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip


And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip


And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips


But I can't fall for you cus I stick to the scrip (yup)


I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that's life to me


Sorry honey Jazze





(Chorus)


[Lil' Wayne]


So how bout you yea


So how bout you


See what I'm talking bout sweet heart you ain't even gotta have John Madden


you ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole


you ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn


know what I'm talking bout, you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN


you ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby cus I got game


Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey


What you want me to put on the back


Daddy's little that's right, see what I'm talking 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 talking bout


Weezy