Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Infatuated, artist - Memphis Bleek.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Infatuated |
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 |
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… |
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… |
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… |