Weezy Wee
Weezy baby
Weezy Wee
Its Weezy baby
Weezy Wee
Its Weezy baby

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Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dudes money too young
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes

It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman Jr., huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan twenty three
Rolling on hot twenty three's
Tote a big glock twenty three
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh

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I'm the son of Cash Money
The father of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cause I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play 'cause I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cause I'm a player hold the game by the book

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Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like sugar being made
Sweet, deuce feet but I should've put tre's
Forget it I'm a slam it on bubba-bubba-blades
So what what you say shawty
We could do breakfast
Normally I wouldn't but B done flew to Texas
And B done went to the "A"
With Jazze Pha
Well hey I'm on my way
Cause I know he got that haze
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
I'm come to my post Stunner Island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh

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