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    "Dimez [Jazzy B's]" Lyrics

    Field Mob

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    I'm lookin' for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens
    But one them on top of her game, paid bitches
    I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free
    So fuck that, I want a lady, I can give cash to be

    A lover, makin' me say "Ungh" like Master P
    And helpin' me out when I'm deep in a catastrophe
    She has to be, top notch and full of class
    Or rollin' a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass

    Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight
    She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck 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 shit, keepin' our love on the d low
    I trust and believe in her, like Shiraz, she's my hero
    She don't need no zero's she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with
    Splittin' it fifty, fifty down the middle

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    She had broke niggas and had tonight hoe niggas
    Showboat poor niggas 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 nigga
    So don't go twistin' with a gold nigga
    'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch
    That you can floss with that don't cost shit

    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
    Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous

    Long 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

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me
    Jazzy hoe's, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri
    Because classy ain't the thing to be and yes it's plain to see
    If you a skank 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' pussy'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 nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
    Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
    Where ya at ma'?
    I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
    As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

    What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
    Sittin' on big heels, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
    With the micro braids, I need a jazzy bitch, I need a jazzy bitch
    Yeah, you like to be paid, I need a jazzy bitch
    C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

    Strike down your spine, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
    Color contacts in your eye, I need a jazzy bitch
    C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
    Cute golds in your grill, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

    Lookin' good and need lacos, I need a jazzy bitch
    C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
    Earring to your belly button, I need a jazzy bitch
    C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

    Chewin' on, chewin' gum, I need a jazzy bitch
    C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
    Whoa, whoa, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Darion T. Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Shawn T. Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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