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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 |
