LET ME FIX MY WEAVE

What's up muthafuckas, I need to know is VA is in this bitch. New York, St Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta I'm diggin that. Well, how 'bout the ladies that got a hair full of fake weave or braids, holla at ya peoples, oh Oh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You can pick me about a quarter til three Before we walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Aw, I gotta fix my weave, baby, baby Let me fix my weave On the highway, I do a buck nineteen (whoop, whoop) Pull me over, give my fake ID I met a guy named Tommy, very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight, making me so horny Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy He really don't know me so we move it slowly Brush up let him hold, let him spend his bologna Baby you can call me if you go down on me But you got to back up off me wearing cubic zorconi I told him, baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place, need ya fake ID Pepe le pew, vu le ve, ooh wee You wanna misdameanor me You gotta spend more G's Oh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You can pick me about a quarter til three Before we walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Aw, I gotta fix my weave, baby, baby Let me fix my weave On the highway, I do a buck nineteen (whoop, whoop) Pull me over, give my fake ID I used to date a guy named Chris Slap in the chest, but was good with the tongue Call him Mr.Young One Mr.Young One had a big ding dong, balls the size of ping pong I had him souped like wonton Put the beat on, and all my ass he skied on him Put the heat on Young gun, fresh meat, seasoned Yes, yes, we used to creep down the beach He was the insane like Rick James, and what am I, his Superfreak I told him, gimme cash to fix my weave and I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy Fake chops, crumb money don't fix my weave Hanging on, nigga please, I don't fuck for free Oh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You can pick me about a quarter til three Before we walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Aw, I gotta fix my weave, baby, baby Let me fix my weave On the highway, I do a buck nineteen (whoop, whoop) Pull me over, give my fake ID I got a car from Joe, he used to call me J-Lo Hello, how ya doin, he used to ask who I was screwing Joe was persuing, sex was good all owing Ahh, ooh and moan We was grown, he would fuck me til the morning I used to get vexed when he would sex another bitch he would say, baby don't trip, drove Benz I'm rich Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch, Lopez get rich Call me Ms Affleck I told him, baby I need a new weave Coz my tracks feel whack, I wanna hit the party You wanna play like Ben, then gimme ya keys Cuz even Jen drive the Benz to go fix her weave Oh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You can pick me about a quarter til three Before we walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Aw, I gotta fix my weave, baby, baby Let me fix my weave On the highway, I do a buck nineteen (whoop, whoop) Pull me over, give my fake ID