Can’t Leave You Alone

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Shorty was five-four, mocha, badder than a joker
Turning down every single nigga 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
Fuck, 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’ ass on her
Intimidating, a broke nigga might pass 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 nigga was a clown
But she’s fuckin’ with a real one, and I’m ‘a hold her down

[Hook: Craigy F]

[Verse 3: Young Lito]
Time’s passed and I’m still with her
A nigga really feeling her
Every night we fuck
I’ve got her screaming like I’m killing 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 fucking Fifth Ave up
She’s in love with Giuseppes
There’s nothin’ she’ll pass 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 sex
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 fuck and ditch you
But she make a nigga say ‘I love and miss you’
God damn

[Hook: Craigy F]