[Chorus]



I wanna get to know you

I really wanna fuck you, baby

I'm lost in your lovin'

I'm simply going to drive you , crazy



I wanna be your lover

I wanna get to know you, baby

I'm lost in your lovin'

I'm simply going to drive you , crazy





[Young Buc]



Im lovin' how you look in my eyes

Swingin' them hips when you pass

I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby

Jump on this Harley

Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley

Sip some Bacardi

Then go pull up at the afterparty

I think we make a perfect couple

But you think I'm trouble

Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number

She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"

Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'

Your toes painted half fixed all the time

And your Gucci boots the same color as mine

If you read between the lines you can see that I want you

I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do

Making decisions shorty good things don't last long

Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong

Before I head home

Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn

If you come outside you know it's on



[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]



Bitches be frustrated with the baller

Wonder why I call her

Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spall her

Hiccups annoy ya from time to time I gotta ignore her

In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more

She loves it when I'm in town

Hate it when I'm not around

I get her and wear down

Next door neighboors hear the sound

Pictures hittin' the ground

Just enough to hold us down

I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round

Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy

I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady

I admit I fell in love with her frame

And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name

Her panties wet over fame

Fall in love with my chain

I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain

Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only

I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.



[Chorus]



[50 Cent]



(Yeah) What would fuck me up more

Watching her lick her lips

Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man

I sweet talk her if she like

Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right

Look I'm legit now used to break laws

Now you can reap the benefits of world tours

Big house big Benz girl it yours

Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws

You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you

All you gotta do is love me and be loyal

Don't indulge in my past fuck what happened before you

Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you

Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me

Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me

Let me ride on you and you can ride on

We can do it all the night

We can have a balla night



[Chorus]



I wanna get to know you

I really wanna fuck you, baby

I'm lost in your lovin'

I'm simply going to drive you , crazy



I wanna be your lover

I wanna get to know you, baby

I'm lost in your lovin'

I'm simply going to drive you , crazy



I wanna be your lover

I really need to stand you, baby

I wannt be your lover

I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.