Uh Yea, Oh Yea
Trin' Being I've Got Ya
Yea I'm On That Syzurp my
Ya Off The
Hey! Hey!
Go by the name of Weezie F
An fuck em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a mother fucker girly on my staple
Cause her friends say I'm a tummy sucker
Don't go below the navel
I'm up in Lil Haiti
I'm blowing on Jamaica
I'm in the pimp a beemer
I'm with a salt shaker
Now I'm in Dade County
I see some thick bitches
I try to holla at em
But they all trick bitches
I think Trina sexy
Mama ya wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time
Yea I'm a ride ma
The Birdman's boy
He on CA$H MONEY
I pre-own CA$H MONEY?
Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY
She start wobbling that ass for me
She start modeling
She see the models in the Maybach
She call me Weezie F. Baby
And she make sure she say that
If you see a fly nigga baby yea I don't trip
Just give em little thigh?
Mama give em little hip
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
Give em little thigh
Mama give em little hip
Then you give em little wind up
Give em a little nip
And if you see a fly bitch
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