[Kalage]
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I'm lookin for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens
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But one them on top of her game, paid bitches
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I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free
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So fuck that, I want a lady I can give cash to be
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A lover, makin me say "unngh" like Master P
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And helpin me out when I'm deep in a catastraphe
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She has to be, top notch and full of class
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Or rollin a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass
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Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight
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She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck the same night
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She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with
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But so jazzy, flashin her diamonds on her bracelet
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She don't say shit, keepin our love on the d-low
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I trust and believe in her, like Shira, she's my hero
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She don't need no zeroes she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with
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Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle
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[Chorus 2x]
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I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
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Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist
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Where you at ma'?
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I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
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As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
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[Boondox]
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She had broke niggas and she said some nice hoe niggas
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Showboat poor niggas perpetratin with no scrilla
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She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters
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Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with
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And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga
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So don't go twistin with a gold nigga
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'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch
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That you can floss with that don't cost shit
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And anytime I want to I can toss it
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And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it
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'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her
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Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous
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Loooooong micros with lots of cheddar
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Givin me more D's than Jay-Z, she'll Roc-A-Fella
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Classy, I gots to say it in a capella
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So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better
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[Chorus]
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[Kalage]
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If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me
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Jazzy hoes, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri
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Because classy ain't the thing to be, and yes it's plain to see
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If you a skank you can't hang with me!
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No I can't have no rat claimin me, like a leech, clang to me
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Or much, you should be shamed to be
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Ridin in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them
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Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin them, I wanna stay with them
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And lay with them, passin pussy's not the way for them
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I'm lacin 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium
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She gets down with me, freakin in any position
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Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon
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I'm needin a pinchin to make sure that I'm not dreaming
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Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling
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I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
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As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
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[Chorus 2x]
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What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch....
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Dimez (Jazzy B's)
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| Field Mob |
