Infatuated

[Hook: Boxie]

I love, love that thing you do

And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you

I'm infatuated

And you're my baby, and you complete me

Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later

And keep it gangster

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]

My design one of a kind, yeah I'm on my grind

Got 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 hood rich because I drive big cars

Getting Guac, middle finger to cops

They say when you meet the one, all the thug should stop

I met this shorty the other morning, on my way in y'all

She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in y'all

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 shack 'em

BUT, I put a holla to her, I spit some lava at her

She from the burbs, I'm from the jecks, trust that don't matter

She into books too, I'm off the books for the things I do

But that's between me and you

And I don't really phone tag it alot, I'm in the wagon alot

With different dimes on the passenger side

I'm like...

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[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]

Everyday I'm on my grind, but my minds on you (on you)

All the time (all the time)

And I scoop you like a soldier 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, is from where its cool and quiet at night

And ain't no young'ns supplying the white, right

But thats a different story, lets 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 a little youngin could be, be

And you'll see with us together, its money, diamonds, whatever

Little momma is you riding with me?, me

And I love the thing you do, so baby girl never change

And forever we can do that thing

Cause...

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[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]

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, grip it right, 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 fiend need a fix

Every G, need a down ass chick, to click

That's sick...

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