What's up motherfuckers?
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I need to know is V-A up in this bitch?
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New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta
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I'm diggin' that
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But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids
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Holla at ya peoples
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Oh! C'mon
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Ooh baby let me fix my weave
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Touch me up and let me fix my weave
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You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
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Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
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(Oh) Baby fix my weave
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Baby baby let me fix my weave
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On the highway I do above 90
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(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
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I met a guy named Tommy
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Very charming
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He was on me like cheese be on macaroni
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His game real tight making me so horny
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Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
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You really don't know me
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So I moves it slowly
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Brush up and let him hold me
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Let me spit some baloney
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Baby you could call me
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If you go down on me
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But you got to back up off me
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Wearing cubic zirconia
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I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave
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I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID."
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Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui
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You want to misdemeanor me
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You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee)
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Ooh baby let me fix my weave
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Touch me up and let me fix my weave
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You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
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Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
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(Oohwee) Baby fix my weave
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Baby baby let me fix my weave
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On the highway I do above 90
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(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
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I used to date a guy named Chris
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Sloppy with his kiss
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But he was good with his tongue
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I called him Mr. Young One
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Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong
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Balls the size of ping-pong
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I had him souped like won-ton
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I put the beat on
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And on my ass he skeet on
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I put the heat on young gun
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Fresh meat he season
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Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach
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He was insane like Rick James
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And with a mask he's Superfreak
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I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave
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And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy
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'cause your child support money don't fix my weave
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and you know nigga please me no fuck for free."
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Ooh baby let me fix my weave
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Touch me up and let me fix my weave
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You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
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Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
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(Oh) Baby fix my weave
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Baby baby let me fix my weave
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On the highway I do above 90
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(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
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I got a call from Joe
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He used to call me J.Lo
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Hey-lo, how you doing?
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Used to ask who I was screwing
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Joe was pursuing
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Sex was good all "ooh-in"
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Moan he was grown
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He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin'
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I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch
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Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich"
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Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch
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Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck
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I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave
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Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party
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You want to play like Ben then give me your keys
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'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave."
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Ooh baby let me fix my weave
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Touch me up and let me fix my weave
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You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
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Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
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(Oh) Baby fix my weave
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Baby baby let me fix my weave
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On the highway I do above 90
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(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID
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To the heavy weave cities
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Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the
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projects
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To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hair
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Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave
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Straight up like a perm you heard
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Let Me Fix My Weave
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| Missy Elliott |
