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Memphis Bleek - Infatuated lyrics
Chorus-- I love, love that thing you do And I can't keep my eyes, my mind off you I'm infatuated And you're my baby And you complete me Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later And keep it gangster Verse One-- My design, one of a kind Yea I'm on my grind I'm a shorty that still trip But I ain't lost my mind I just party and bullshit My attitude, I'm good ma They say I'm hoodrich Because I drive big cars Getting guac Middle finger to cops They say when you meet the one All the thugs should stop Met a shorty the other morning On my way in ya'll She was bad, I didn't call I'm a day in ya'll But thats the rules We don't make em, we don't break em I don't sweat em, I forget em And find a way to shake em But I put a holla to her I spit lava at her She from the burbs I'm from the jects Trust, that don't matter She into books, true I'm off the books with the things I do But that's between me and you And I don't really full tag it alot I'm in the wagon alot With different dimes on the passenger side I'm like... (chorus) Verse Two-- Everyday I'm on the grind (on the grind) But my minds on you (on you) All the time (all the time) And I scoop you like a soulja would I'm in the woods, Top down Like I don't got a hood They say opposites attract and it's true Cause girl I'm from the gutter Where the bundles will move And you from where its cool And its quiet at night And ain't no youngins that's supplyin that white, right But that's a different story Let's get back to the night And you've got a body I can handle it right, right? And I know you heard about me Beyond the rumors about me I'm the flyest little youngin could be, be And you've see with us together Its money, diamonds, whatever Little mama is you ridin with me, me? And I love the thing you do so baby girl never change And forever we can do that thing Cause... (Chorus) Verse Three-- Now you know my stee's Cause I ain't gotta smooth that To do that thing And it only took a night to get it right Grip it tight Hit it right Figure out that you a rider for life Down for whatever We go through it together You know the boys style Way beyond all the regular I need a switch Like a fein need fix Every G need a down ass chick To click, thats sick (Chorus) |
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