Illatracks - Can't Leave You Alone lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Lito] Shorty was five-four, mocha, badder than a joker Turning down every single n***a 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 nobody 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**, 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' a** on her Intimidating, a broke n***a might pa** 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***a was a clown But she's f**in' with a real one, and I'm ‘a hold her down [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Lito] Time's pa**ed and I'm still with her A n***a really feeling her Every night we f** I've got her screaming like I'm k**ing 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**ing Fifth Ave up She's in love with Giuseppes There's nothin' she'll pa** 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** God damn, shorty official And I don't want her with nobody else So it's gon' be an issue And usually I'm the type to f** and ditch you But she make a n***a say ‘I love and miss you' God damn [Hook]