| Yeah
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| See you gotta clap your hands to this
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| Yeah
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| Snap your finger, stomp your feet, wink a eye do something
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| Well
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| But you gotta move to this tho'
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| What we gotta do
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| That’s right, that’s right
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| {I gather y’all here today
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| To become a witness to something you may have never see or heard before
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| There’s something I wish to share with y’all today
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| You know it’s hotter than fire and it hurt worst than pain
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| This here is something you old folk, may not know too much about}
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| {This here, this is the, the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the, the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the, the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the, the young’n blues y’all
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| Check me out
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| Listen}
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| I met her when I was young and she was younger
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| With a body like woman so her age meant nothing
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| I had to get her number
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| After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer
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| I’m wishing I could hit her all summer
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| And all she ever wanted
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| Was for young Weezy to love her
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| But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her
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| But that didn’t come easy
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| 'Cuz she ended up being my baby’s mother
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| And then I felt smothered but little did I know
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| I’d never find the same girl inside another
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| But I never thought that I’d be looking for her
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| And I never thought that late at night
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| When I’m in the mix laying down with some chick
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| That suddenly it’ll click
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| How this broad in my drawers don’t know shit
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| 'Bout what I did 'fore I was big
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| When’s there’s a woman with my kid where I should be
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| She screamed to me
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| My love, my patience, my pain
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| Nigga please
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I met her after the fame
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| And she ain’t even like me but I got her after the game
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| Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang
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| Made her into wifey and then reality changed
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| It was going good, I was happy again
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| But then things got rapidly strange and it had to be Wayne
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| She was still a virgin what more could I ask from a dame
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| But I was a bastard, I asked for the pain
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| Now my ass in the rain
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| And she got a new life the picture flipped
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| And none of it includes Weezy and all his bullshit
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| And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend
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| We was freaking in the suite
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| And she looked sweet enough to beat it up
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| Till we began to sleep and I
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| I’m dreaming 'bout the Victoria Secret lingerie
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| Told me keep it, she ain’t want moms to see it
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| And just think I once saw it on the girl’s body
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| Now all I’m seeing is nobody
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| You see I never really ran, but no gentleman
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| All I know is big pimpin' ma’am
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| I’m just tryna be Weezy
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| And the perfect husband just might be too hard to find in me, Weezy
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| Baby girl, you gotta work with ya boy
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| 'Cuz all of that cursing it be hurting ya boy
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| Look for the better not the worst in ya boy
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| And maybe I can be ya boy, ya know what I’m sayin'
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| But see this here is not your everyday love tune
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| It’s the story of your everyday thug dude
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| And in your mind you prolly thinkin' we don’t love you
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| But on the real we just not used to what love do
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| And please consider that
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| We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes
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| Love pussy but you don’t love them ho’s
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| Love ya niggaz love ya children
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| Now if they got a bitch you could love that
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| Holla back
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| Young Weezy got the young’n blues y’all
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| I got the young’n blues y’all
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| {Now see
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| Pimps, players
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| Take your hat off to this
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| 'Cuz you gon' rub your head after you hear this one man
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| Yes ma’am, you know what I’m saying}
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| {Hold your cries till after the jam people
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| This here is real
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| You gotta feel me
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| Fe they gotta feel me, ya know
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| Aight baby
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| Holla back} |