Field Mob - Dimez (jazzy B's)
Kalage
I'm lookin for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens
But one them on top of her game, paid girls
I lay girls and slay girls, fast and free
So fk that, I want a lady I can give cash to be
A lover, makin me say "unngh" like Master P
And helpin me out when I'm deep in a catastraphe
She has to be, top notch and full of class
Or rollin a new drop top full a gas, to pull her as*
Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight
She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fk the same night
She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with
But so jazzy, flashin her diamonds on her bracelet
She don't say s**t, keepin our love on the d-low
I trust and believe in her, like Shira, she's my hero
She don't need no zeroes she want a jazzy dime nigg* to kick it with
Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle
Chorus 2x
I need a jazzy b*tch, a classy b*tch
Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist
Where you at ma'?
I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigg* spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
Boondox
She had broke and she said some nice hoe
Showboat poor perpetratin with no scrilla
She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters
Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with
And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigg*
So don't go twistin with a gold nigg*
'Cause she's a boss b*tch, a slim Diana Ross b*tch
That you can floss with that don't cost s**t
And anytime I want to I can toss it
And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it
'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her
girls playa hate because they not, they jealous
Loooooong micros with lots of cheddar
Givin me more D's than Jay-Z, she'll Roc-A-Fella
Classy, I gots to say it in a capella
So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better
Chorus
Kalage
If you feel that you's a jazzy nigg*, you feel the same as me
Jazzy hoes, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri
Because classy ain't the thing to be, and yes it's plain to see
If you a sk*nk you can't hang with me!
No I can't have no rat claimin me, like a leech, clang to me
Or much, you should be shamed to be
Ridin in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them
Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin them, I wanna stay with them
And lay with them, passin p*ssy's not the way for them
I'm lacin 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium
She gets down with me, freakin in any position
Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon
I'm needin a pinchin to make sure that I'm not dreaming
Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling
I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigg* spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
Chorus 2x
What, I need a jazzy b*tch, c'mon, I need a jazzy b*tch....
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