Bonnie & Shyne (feat. Barrington Levy)

歌詞

In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl Just walkin' uh, in your Chinchilla fur I was laid up in the Coupe, back shade up Lookin' at cha face just pure wit no makeup A little bit of Mac 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're my destiny And you're diamond cluster, too much just to touch ya Perfume, down to ya structure Think I'll wait, 'til the second 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', be layin' up on Persians Here's my number; put in ya purse and call me On the telephone, she heard my voice Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce If my Rolls Royce, is not for 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 my Firebird cannot take the curve Girl put your ass in the damn Metro bus I'm gettin' closer, my player days is over Well, maybe not completely But still and all, come here, rest 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 from they sleep Grab the sheets witcha teeth, wiggle ya butt cheeks Quarter styles over ya body, lick you up Treat you like a convenience 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 drive into the sunset, pull over Get up on the hood ma, I ain't done yet, uh On the telephone, she heard my voice Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce If my Rolls Royce, is not for 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 my Firebird cannot take the curve Girl put your ass in the damn Metro bus We've been together for a few months now Did it all, Four Seasons to the Trump Beverly Hills bungalows in ya underclothes In Paris, Eiffel Tower, bubble baths and showers In a Silindo sheen, sincere is what you seem See me flip a couple things, load up magazines And I, I think you might be the right one, whoa, the right one Wait press the brakes, gotta investigate What I do know to you it don't matter Whether my pockets is slim or fatter Whether it's BBQ's or Mr. Child's platter Even if I slip off the success ladder Even if the paragraphs, didn't hit the charts and smash If my car was a train on the surface or back I think you'd be right there know you'll be right there 'Cause we right there, no Cartier charms Just you in my arms, no Sean Don Just a bottle of Evian, c'mon, uh On the telephone, she heard my voice Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce If my Rolls Royce, is not for 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 my Firebird cannot take the curve Girl put your ass in the damn Metro bus So I draw from my tonic and I take one sip Should've seen me 'cause I gallop like a horse'll get whipped Come quick yeah, come quick, whoa 'Cause you I love and not another Although some may change, well, you know I will never I'ma love, love, love, love, love you forever, oh I Always be there for me Always be there, be there for me Oh, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah Oh For me, for me