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...

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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

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