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Bonnie & Shyne

Artist:Barrington Levy 

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(Shyne) In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl Just walkin' uh - in ya chin chilla fur I was laid up - in the coupe back shade up Lookin' at cha face, just pure wit no make up A little bit a mack lip gloss, hair in a bun well done Lookin' for a ring, I seen none So I hopped out the coupe In hot pursuit To stop and introduce Like I'm Shyne, and you?, you my destiny And ya diamond cluster, to much just to touch ya Perfume down to ya structure Think I'll wait til the 2nd night to fuck ya I wanna marry you, nah I'm just playin' But we can start wit a few nights out in Malibu surfin' Playin' up on Persian Here's my number Put in ya purse and call me Chorus:(Barrington Levy) On the telephone, she heard my voice Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce If my Rolls Royce is not wit ladies Then girl I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes If my Mercedes will not fill up wit the disease Then girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird If Firebird cannot take the curb Girl take your ass on the damn metro bus (Shyne) I'm gettin' closer My player days is over Well maybe not completely, but stay alarmed Come here huss ya head on my bed And let me get between ya legs Lay on ya back, uh - take it from the back Like a bad girl suppose to, I know you like that Scream wake the neighbors when they sleep Grab the sheets witcha teeth Wiggle ya butt cheeks Quarter styles over ya body, lick you up Treat you like a convenient store, stick you up Take you to the balcony, pick you up So you can look at the city, while I'm diggin' ya kitty Then we drivin' to the sunset Pull over, get up on the hood ma

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