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young lito - can't leave you alone lyrics

[verse 1: young lito]
shorty was five-four, mocha, badder than a joker
turning down every single n-gga that approached her
on it from a distance ‘till i got a little closer
whispered in her ear when i tapped on her shoulder
i said, “my name’s lito, and ain’t n0body doper
and i need a honey to ride with me like a chauffeur
i’m known to get money, burn bread like a toaster
you looking perfect, you deserve a poster
ride with a live one, tell me about your life some
oh, you’ve got a foreign name, well baby i drive them
we can hit the road, lay your seat and your top back
money ain’t a thing, baby girl you know i’ve got that”
she smiled, we talked for a while
she says she likes my style, but she knows how i get down
i said nah, don’t listen to them tales
just give me your number, i’ll pick you up around twelve

[hook: craigy f]
she lookin’ good, but she’s bad for me
there’s somethin’ ‘bout this girl
and i can’t get away from it
there’s somethin’ ‘bout this girl
(there’s somethin’ ‘bout you girl)
i can’t leave her alone
(there’s somethin’ ‘bout you girl)
i can’t leave her alone
(there’s somethin’ ‘bout you girl)
i can’t leave her alone
(there’s somethin’ ‘bout you girl)

[verse 2: young lito]
oh, i think i like her, just might wife her
f-ck, white nik’ her, louboutin spike her
all my hoes dope, but she’s a lil’ nicer
lookin’ like a model [in her old saints’ breaker?]
got a great smile and a nice lil’ -ss on her
intimidating, a broke n-gga might p-ss on her
can’t front, when i’ve gotta, i gotta spend cash on her
some great nights plus flight, i put bags on her
and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout her eyes
i’m talkin’ birkins, hobos, louis, spars
we eat at philippe’s, well she ain’t too good for fries
she did a bid once, eight months, maybe five
got jammed up, doing scams out of town
fake ids and credit cards ‘s what they found
her ex led her set up, that n-gga was a clown
but she’s f-ckin’ with a real one, and i’m ‘a hold her down

[hook: craigy f]

[verse 3: young lito]
time’s p-ssed and i’m still with her
a n-gga really feeling her
every night we f-ck
i’ve got her screaming like i’m k!lling her
shorty bad, but i’m attracted to the real in her
she’s my pretty billie and i’m her john dillinger
if we ain’t in the crib countin’ the stash up
we’re probably out in the city f-cking fifth ave up
she’s in love with giuseppes
there’s nothin’ she’ll p-ss up
even saks, she needs help holding the bags up
she’s got my ex stressed, other hoes vexed
they don’t think we gon’ last, they takin’ bets
she on me, she ain’t worried ‘bout the next
after a long day, all she worried ‘bout is s-x
god d-mn, shorty official
and i don’t want her with n0body else
so it’s gon’ be an issue
and usually i’m the type to f-ck and ditch you
but she make a n-gga say ‘i love and miss you’
god d-mn

[hook: craigy f]

- young lito lyrics

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