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FIELD MOB lyrics : "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 (*##$es

I lay (*##$es and slay (*##$es, fast and free
So $#&@ 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 $$#

Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight
She ain't the type of girl you meet and then $#&@ 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 %#@!, 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 ^!$$% to kick it with
Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle


[Chorus x2]
I need a jazzy (*##$, a classy (*##$
Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist

Where you at ma'?
I'm lookin for ya, so let a ^!$$% spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter


[Boondox]
She had broke ^!$$%s and she said some nice hoe ^!$$%s

Showboat poor ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%
So don't go twistin with a gold ^!$$%
'Cause she's a boss (*##$, a slim Diana Ross (*##$

That you can floss with that don't cost %#@!
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
(*##$es 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 ^!$$%, 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 !@$# 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 #~!!@'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 ^!$$% spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter


[Chorus x2]

What, I need a jazzy (*##$, c'mon, I need a jazzy (*##$....

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