| Shh… Say Fabe… Say Fabe
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| Look, Fresh done went to the bathroom
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| This your boy Weezy baby
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| Ya already know
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| He ain’t want me rappin on his album
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| Cause I be talkin bout that gun slangin, that murderin
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| Them bitches, bitches havin kids, bitches fuckin bitches
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| Bitches fuckin other bitches' bitches
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| And the other bitch getting mad and stab that bitch in the club
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| And he gotta drag that bitch out
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| Look, he ain’t want none on that on his album
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| He wanna write about lovin and huggin people
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| And Hey lady you look so fine
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| And I mean… you know what I’m saying
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| I ain’t trying to downgrade nobody, nah nuttin like that
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| But this nigga need some spittin on here
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| So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out
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| So somebody could cut this motherfucker on
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| He comin?, Cut my shit on
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| Yeah uhh. |
| Yeah uhh
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| Weezy F-Baby
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| Fresh, uhh tell him call me when its gangsta
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| Yeah, Birdman Jr
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| Fresh yeah, call me when its gangsta man
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| Yeah
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| I’m on fire, Shorty so raw
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| I just may be Columbian so I’m higher
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| Washed up niggas, I will tumble ya, tumble dry ya
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| I gargle gumbo and spit jambalya
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| I’m fresh up out the kitchen with that Richard Pryor
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| Yeah I keep your stomach rumble quiet
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| Holla, Prior to me getting money, I was gettin money
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| See, everytime I hit a lick, I bungee like a scrungee
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| I ain’t playin like Tony Dungy
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| Sayin all ya’ll is lunchmeat to the hungry
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| Better watch your pot roast when among me, I’m nothing nice
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| Like something like running through a field of blazing pistols with a fucking
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| knife
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| I’m fresh to death, I need a fucking life
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| She say her man wrong, so she gonna fuck me right
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| I’m like fucking right, I got my two-shooter, that mean I’m fucking twice
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| Bang Bang
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| Whoo.it was hard
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| Look at our journey
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| But I got here, I made it on the album people
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| It’s Weezy
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| Thank you Fresh
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| Look, Wayne
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| I told you brah
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| No merkin, No murderin
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| No bitches stabbin bitches
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| No bulletwounds
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| None of that kinda shit
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| No fuckin body with over 12 tattoos and all that shit on this motherfuckin album
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| This is some beautiful wholesome loving kind type stuff
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| If you can’t go by them rules, get the fuck on dude
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| Now Fabe, play something beautiful for the ladies |