Infatuated
Album: 534
Release Date: 5/17/05
Label: Roc-A-Fella
Explicit version of "Infatuated" lyrics
Yo [Incomprehensible]
I love
And I can't get my eyes
And you're my baby
Your number
And keep it gangster
My design one of a kind
Got a shorty that still trip but I ain't lost my mind
I just party and b*******
They say I'm hood rich 'cause I drive big cars
Gettin' Guac
They say
I met this shorty the other morning
She was bad
But
I don't sweat 'em
But
She from the burbs
She into books too
But that's between me and you
And I don't really phone tag it a lot
With different dimes on the passenger side
I love
And I can't get my eyes
And you're my baby
Your number
And keep it gangster
Everyday I'm on the grind
And I scoop you like a soldier would
I'm in the woods
They say 'opposites attract' and it's true
'Cause girl
And you
It ain't no young'ns who supplyin' the white
But that's a different story
You've got a body
And I know you heard about me
I'm the flyest a little youngin could be
And you'll see with us together
Little momma is you ridin' with me
And I love the thing you do
And forever we can do that thing 'cause
I love
And I can't get my eyes
And you're my baby
Your number
And keep it gangster
Now you know my stees'
'Cause I ain't gotta smooth that to do that thing
And it only took a night to get it right
Figure out that you a rider for life
Down for whatever we go through it together
You know the boys style
I need a switch
Every G
I love
And I can't get my eyes
And you're my baby
Your number
And keep it gangster
I love
And I can't get my eyes
And you're my baby
Your number
And keep it gangster
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