Infamous - Thinking Bout You lyrics

[Intro] Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on a set With a fully automatic Tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you [Verse 1] Uhh, bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya Can't trust these dog a** hoes today I say bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya Can't trust these dog a** hoes today But I got one I really f** with She make my heart skip a beat She dropped her drum stick Sometimes we f** forever, sometimes I cum quick I eat that p**y cause it's sweet as sweet as one six Sixteen bullet in a clip but more than one clip Shoot a n***a sixteen times until I'm convinced I got strawberry c**aine it's sweet as fun dip You know I keep some nose candy for my young b**h I love my young b**h Cause she don't get me drama, you don't want no drama My goons wait for you, to snap like some photo bombers Yeah, we leave a n***a flat, we leave 'em horizontal And then my lawyer tell your honor "On that morning I was..." [Chorus] Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you [Verse 2] It go U N L V It go, it go U N L V It go U N L V, U N LV Uptown n***a living violent do I smell beef I was chilling on a corner bout to get f**ed up My n***a T got a 40 and he brought two cups That n***a Mack was chilling, Po was home talking on a phone Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All That n***a Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on Euro's the future, f** your future, like I'm reading palms Wayne Chong chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam Got my b**h with chinky eyes like that b**h Nia Long Lord I know I do my thing can't let my thing do me Lord I know I ain't a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis Lord just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me f** your degree, this murder in the first degree I got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like "Earth to me?" I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I serve a fiend while I was [Chorus] Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec I was thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you girl Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec I was thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you girl