You
It's a major move right here, baby
You gotta get with it or get lost, you understand? (Yeah)
It's Young Lloyd reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia (Weezy F. Baby)
Decatur, where it's greater
And, uh, I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dance floor immediately
We gon' Golden Glide this one, y'all, speak, Weezy
Right off the bat, ma, the boy got dollars
So women come frequent like flight mileage
It ain't no secret I, I might holla
But I ain't gonna sweat ya, baby, I'ma let'cha
Catch up with your game, run faster
Don't let him lose you 'cause I ain't gon' bless ya
Unless ya feelin' a little desperate
Send a nigga a text message, girl
Stop, wait a minute
The way you move that, girl
You done got my heart all in it
And I just wanna be with you tonight
Girl, please, I'm a player, yeah, it's true
But I change the game for you
I wanna see what it do
Can I be for real? This is how I feel
I'm in need of love, so let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you're just my type, everything so right
And I just wanna chill, so let's dip up out of here
Let's dip up out of here
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
I'll admit it
This just ain't no game
These just ain't words, that I'm spitting
If you could see the thoughts that's in my head
I'm trippin', I'm a player, yeah, it's true
But I'll change the game for you
I wanna see what it do
Can I be for real? This is how I feel
I'm in need of love, so let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you're just my type, everything so right
And I just wanna chill, so let's dip up out of here
Let's dip up out of here
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
Yeah, Weezy F. Baby, the key to the ladies
Keys to the 'cedes but please say, "The baby"
Weed and Patrón, even in the A.M
We should be alone, we can get a Days Inn
You like what I'm saying? Then come around the way and
We can go inside and stay in
Tell the homeboy you're staying, you've been taken
Gone, turn me on and I'ma turn him, yeah
You know I love you like cooked food
You know you fucking with a good dude
You know you give good brain like you graduated from a good school
You know I'm a good move, you should do
Me, so hey, shorty, what it is
Tha Carter who it is, and shorty do it big
A party at my crib, that's a party in the hills
You call it what you want, 'cause she can call it what she feel (ow!)
Can I be for real? This is how I feel
I'm in need of love, so let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you're just my type, everything so right
And I just wanna chill, so let's dip up out of here
Let's dip up out of here
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
I ain't nothing but a non-violent nigga, ya know what I mean?
Street love, big love, c'mon
Me and lil' Lloyd, baby, long hair, don't care
Yo, what up, Ryan? I see you, baby, yeah
It's major moves right here, baby
I ain't talking fast, it's just you listenin' slow, ya know what I mean?
You ain't tryna hear me then don't heard me, I'm up outta hear
I ain't being mean but you so mean in them jeans
Ya know what I mean?
So what you want me to do? You
You gotta get with it or get lost, you understand? (Yeah)
It's Young Lloyd reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia (Weezy F. Baby)
Decatur, where it's greater
And, uh, I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dance floor immediately
We gon' Golden Glide this one, y'all, speak, Weezy
Right off the bat, ma, the boy got dollars
So women come frequent like flight mileage
It ain't no secret I, I might holla
But I ain't gonna sweat ya, baby, I'ma let'cha
Catch up with your game, run faster
Don't let him lose you 'cause I ain't gon' bless ya
Unless ya feelin' a little desperate
Send a nigga a text message, girl
Stop, wait a minute
The way you move that, girl
You done got my heart all in it
And I just wanna be with you tonight
Girl, please, I'm a player, yeah, it's true
But I change the game for you
I wanna see what it do
Can I be for real? This is how I feel
I'm in need of love, so let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you're just my type, everything so right
And I just wanna chill, so let's dip up out of here
Let's dip up out of here
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
I'll admit it
This just ain't no game
These just ain't words, that I'm spitting
If you could see the thoughts that's in my head
I'm trippin', I'm a player, yeah, it's true
But I'll change the game for you
I wanna see what it do
Can I be for real? This is how I feel
I'm in need of love, so let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you're just my type, everything so right
And I just wanna chill, so let's dip up out of here
Let's dip up out of here
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
Yeah, Weezy F. Baby, the key to the ladies
Keys to the 'cedes but please say, "The baby"
Weed and Patrón, even in the A.M
We should be alone, we can get a Days Inn
You like what I'm saying? Then come around the way and
We can go inside and stay in
Tell the homeboy you're staying, you've been taken
Gone, turn me on and I'ma turn him, yeah
You know I love you like cooked food
You know you fucking with a good dude
You know you give good brain like you graduated from a good school
You know I'm a good move, you should do
Me, so hey, shorty, what it is
Tha Carter who it is, and shorty do it big
A party at my crib, that's a party in the hills
You call it what you want, 'cause she can call it what she feel (ow!)
Can I be for real? This is how I feel
I'm in need of love, so let's dip up out of here
Ooh, you're just my type, everything so right
And I just wanna chill, so let's dip up out of here
Let's dip up out of here
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
(Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha) she's fine too, but I want you
I ain't nothing but a non-violent nigga, ya know what I mean?
Street love, big love, c'mon
Me and lil' Lloyd, baby, long hair, don't care
Yo, what up, Ryan? I see you, baby, yeah
It's major moves right here, baby
I ain't talking fast, it's just you listenin' slow, ya know what I mean?
You ain't tryna hear me then don't heard me, I'm up outta hear
I ain't being mean but you so mean in them jeans
Ya know what I mean?
So what you want me to do? You
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Writer(s): Jasper Tremaine Cameron, Dwayne Carter, Maurice Lorenzo Sinclair, Gary James Kemp
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