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Lil Wayne
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Earthquake
Lyricist:Phalon Anton Alexander, Dwayne Michael Carter, Al Green, Al Jr Jackson, Willie Lawrence Mitchell, Byron O Thomas
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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