Chorus:
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I love, love that thing you do
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And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
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I'm infatuated
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And you're my baby, and you complete me
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Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
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And keep it gangster....
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[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
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My design one of a kind, yeah I'm on my grind
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Got a shorty that still trip, but I ain't lost my mind
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I just party and bullshit, my attitude, I'm good ma
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They say I'm hood rich because I drive big cars
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Getting Guac, middle finger to cops
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They say when you meet the one, all the thug should stop
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I met this shorty the other morning, on my way in y'all
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She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in y'all
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BUT, thats the rules, we don't make em, we don't break 'em
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I don't sweat em, I forget 'em and find a way to shack 'em
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BUT, I put a holla to her, I spit some lava at her
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She from the burbs, I'm from the jecks, trust that don't matter
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She into books too, I'm off the books for the things I do
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But that's between me and you
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And I don't really phone tag it alot, I'm in the wagon alot
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With different dimes on the passenger side
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I'm like...
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Chorus:
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I love, love that thing you do
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And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
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I'm infatuated
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And you're my baby, and you complete me
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Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
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And keep it gangster....
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[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
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Everyday I'm on my grind, but my minds on you (on you)
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All the time (all the time)
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And I scoop you like a soldier would
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I'm in the woods, top down, like I don't got a hood
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They say opposites attract, and it's true
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Cause girl I'm from the gutter, where the bundles will move
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And you, is from where its cool and quiet at night
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And ain't no young'ns supplying the white, right
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But thats a different story, lets get back to the night
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And you've got a body, I can handle it right?, right
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And I know you heard about me, beyond the rumors about me
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I'm the flyest a little youngin could be, be
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And you'll see with us together, its money, diamonds, whatever
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Little momma is you riding with me?, me
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And I love the thing you do, so baby girl never change
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And forever we can do that thing
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Cause...
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Chorus:
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I love, love that thing you do
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And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
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I'm infatuated
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And you're my baby, and you complete me
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Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
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And keep it gangster
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[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
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Now you know my stees'
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Cause I ain't gotta smooth that to do that thing
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And it only took a night to get it right, grip it right, hit it right
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Figure out that you a rider for life, down for whatever
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We go through it together
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You know the boys style, way beyond all the regular
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I need a switch, like a fiend need a fix
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Every G, need a down ass chick, to click
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That's sick...
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Chorus:
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I love, love that thing you do
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And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you
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I'm infatuated
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And you're my baby, and you complete me
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Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
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And keep it gangster
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Infatuated
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Memphis Bleek |