[Lil' Wayne]
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(Speak to them Jazze)
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I
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(Yea fly guy)
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I'm way more fly than you
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(That's right)
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I'll take your dime from you
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(That's right)
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Now she wanna spend all night with me
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(She wanna wake up with Weezy-F baby)
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Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
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(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
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I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
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(Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)
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[Lil' Wayne]
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I'll take your bitch give her back; take your bitch again
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That's because you throw a 5 I pitch a 10
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Now she wanna get inside of me 66
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She sees that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
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She say she love her man she misses him
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But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
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I'm her long distance pimp
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When I land my bitches want for me on the strip (yup)
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And I don't lie I confess, I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
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Gotta dress to impess though, Gotta stay clean, plus momma in a Lex 4
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She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
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It's the bird man jr. sincerely yours
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When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Wayne]
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Now why you wanna go do that
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I can see through that
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Tattoo right there like I view that
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Girl what that say, what who that
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Bet he was lame, bet he Lil' Wayne (no)
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Cus I'm way more flyer
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Have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nop)
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And not a day go by us, we don't get high than the telephone wires
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Cut your telephone we riding where phones don't roam they don't even come on
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You're far from home so leave it alone
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You creeping with the king of the throne
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You sleeping in a tee and a thong
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With your hair in a pony
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I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning (yup)
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But I can't be there all morning
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Girl I'm a pimp, I'm going, going, going, gone
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Wayne]
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I'm Sorry I was grooving
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Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
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But let's get back to what we were doing
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Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's
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That's 33 tires he fire
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These streets ain't papaya ma
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You gotta keep heat on your side
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2 must
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So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one
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Wait, naw hun cus you ain't exempt
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If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea)
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But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
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And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
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And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
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But I can't fall for you cus I stick to the scrip (yup)
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I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that's life to me
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Sorry honey Jazze
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Wayne]
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So how bout you yea
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So how bout you
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See what I'm talking bout sweet heart you ain't even gotta have John Madden
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you ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
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you ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
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know what I'm talking bout, you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
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you ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby cus I got game
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Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey
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What you want me to put on the back
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Daddy's little girl that's right, see what I'm talking bout
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I can't give you the game but I can show the game
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and you can see what you see and peek how you peek and see what you get
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know what I'm talking bout
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Weezy
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Earthquake
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Lil' Wayne |