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Field Mob lyrics Dimez (Jazzy B's) lyrics [Kalage] 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 "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 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 Shira, she's my hero She don't need no zeroes she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle [Chorus 2x] I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist Where you at ma' I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter [Boondox] She had broke niggas and she said some nice 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 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 nigga, 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 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 [Chorus 2x] What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch.... Other Field Mob lyrics: Can't Stop Us lyrics Project Dreamz lyrics Dead In Your Chevy lyrics Da' Durty lyrics My Main Roni lyrics Cheatin' On We lyrics Channel 613, Pt. 1 lyrics Crutch lyrics Shake Sumpthin' lyrics Hey Shawty lyrics Don't Want No Problems lyrics Sick Of Being Lonely lyrics It's Hell lyrics Cut Loose lyrics |