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Earthquake

Speak to them Jazze

Yea fly guy

I, 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 into

(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

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

(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

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 my '66

She see 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 distant dick, me

I'm her long distance pimp

When I land my bitches wait 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 dough

Gotta dress to impress 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 junior, sincerely yours

When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores

Jazze, c'mon

I, 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

(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

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

(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

Now why you wanna go do that?

I can see through that

Tattoo right there, like I can't view that

Girl, what that? Say wait, who that?

Bet he was lame, bet he not Lil' Wayne, no

'Coz I'm way more flyer

Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope

And not a day go by us

We don't get higher than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam

They don't even come on

You're far from home so leave it alone

You creepin' with the king of the throne

You sleepin' 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 mornin'

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

I, 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

(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

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

(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

I'm sorry I was groovin'

Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music

But let's get back to what we was doing

Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's

That's 33 weak 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 'coz 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 'coz I stick to the script, yup

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

Sorry honey, Jazze"

I, 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, damn)

Let me be the one that you roll with too

(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

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

(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout you?

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 talkin' 'bout?

You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN

You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby

'Coz I got game sweetheart

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

What you want me to put on the bag?

Daddy's little girl, that's right

Know what I'm talking 'bout?

See I can't give you the game but I can show you the game

And you can see what you see and peek how you peek

And see what you get

Know what I'm talking 'bout?

Weezy

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