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conversations.value: Write me a song called Go Brazy with the following description: “Go Brazy” is the sequel to Go Crazy, which was a single off of Jay Jones’s album “2000 Hollygrove”
  Being the second song off the mixtape Wayne does a remix to Slob on My Knob by the legendary, Three 6 Mafia. A$AP Ferg also Interpolated the sample in his hit song Plain Jane
  He also does a short and funny skit at the end, as to why he doesn’t do social media. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama]
  Ride with mula, yeah thats the mob
  Come check with Dram, and do ya job
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  I'm not worthy of your controversy
  I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic
  Colder than a hockey jersey, dirty like Kentucky Derby
  I was lying on a gurney, I don't wanna die early
  I was screaming "Fuck the world," you was singin' "Like a Virgin"
  Never be concerned or worried, 2 girls, like Laverne and Shirley
  Wake up in the morning early, tell 'em that I love 'em dearly
  They say "Oh my God, have mercy," shinin' like I got on Jergens
  You can hear my diamonds screaming like they just met God in person
  Oh my God the squad alerted, I confirm it
  They hop up like Kermit, come to bless you like a sermon
  My house lit like Pee-Wee Herman's and you know I bought it furnished
  I'm determined like attorneys, y'all lil boys ain't got attorneys
  I just hope she not a burden, I just hope she got a purpose
  That first week was power surgin', oh my God, the socket workin
  I been listening to the money, it been telling me it's coming
  Sound like music to my ears, like a symphony of hundreds
  Mama told me I'd be special, Grandma told me I'd be something
  I made sure they wasn't guessin', made the most out they assumptions
  Being everything but simple, stretch a dollar like a limo
  Got a grill in one dimple, got my deal without a demo, Tunechi [Hook: DJ Drama]
  Ride with Mula, yeah that's the mob
  Come check with Dram, and do ya job
  Thanksgiving is the name, IceBox did the chain
  Rolex for the watch, motherfucker, Plain Jane
  [Verse 2: Jay Jones]
  I got issues, I got problems, we got missiles in the chopper
  Got a hoe from the Bahamas, let me swordfight with her tonsils
  Brought the hoe up in the condo, had a party with Fernando
  I got condoms in the dresser, Percocets all on the mantle
  All they handle, name a bitch that I ain't fuck and I'ma bag her
  Keep it real, if I ain't fuck then my bros Tune and Mack done had her
  Got a bitch cook like a chef, I had a hoe from out the Memph
  She like to suck dick wit no hands, she say she do shit with no help
  Control myself, I been working overtime, I owe myself
  I like my bitches thick and quick to go and lick below the belt
  I brought a Ghost to Hollygrove, flew your ho out to my shows
  What happen on these tour buses? Like Vegas, nobody knows
  Got a plug on line one, had to put momma on hold
  Talking numbers tryna see how I’m gonna get Mama that Ghost
  Talking big money for sure, I don’t trick money to hoes
  I’mma keep running 'til I’m getting three hundred a show
  Yeah bitch, ride with the Mob, slob on my knob
  Get some bitches back to work and do the dishes, that’s yo' job
  I’ve been sipping, if they say I ain’t that nigga then they lying
  I put coca on the table, made her read between the lines
  I sit back waiting my time, now I’m flexin’, now I’m winnin’
  I’m at Saks or I’m at Lenox, credit card ain’t got no limit
  Got a Mac with a extension, want see murder? Be a witness
  Y’all lil boys just mind yo business 'fore y’all swimmin with the fishes
  Wait, yeah, I got the wave, I got the juice, I got the sauce, yeah ho
  Smoking the green, really it’s verbal, so I’ll be calling it hard
  Woah, South Beach with a bad bitch, I was just in the trenches
  I was just in a Honda, now I’m skrrting in a Bentley, Jones [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Why don’t I use social media? Hold on. That’s why! I’m way too high for that shit, man. I will be pressin' all kinds of wrong shit. I can’t follow ten- two fuckin' directions [?]. Everytime I try to fuckin' order something, uh, you know what I mean, if it got two extra fuckin' screens that you gotta go through, I’m straight. You know what I mean, it’s just too much. Probably gotta be the same button to pressed to accept the shit, or deny the shit. I wouldn’t know
  That’s why I don’t fuck with social media. There ain’t no other reason you know what I mean? People probably think I got like a real strong reason. Like, you know what I mean, no, ‘cause, nah man, I just don’t know how, and I be way too twisted. Like, way too twisted to be fucking with that
  I don’t really text, none of that, like it’s just tough
  It’s just, like, I’m not tech-savvy at all, I’m just sorry
  But if you come sit down with me and smoke one with me, I mean you’re gonna have an awesome time. It’s just what it is. I’m very social