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Bonnie & Shyne [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 in my Firebird If Firebird cannot take the curb Girl put jah rust and da dime in jah 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 I ain't done yet [Chorus] [Shyne (Barrington Levy)] We've been together for a few months now Did it all four seasons til the trunk Beverly Hills bungalows In ya underclose In Paris, Eiffel Tower Bubble baths and showers In a silindo sheen, sincere is what you seen See me flip a couple things, go to 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 BBQs or Mr.Childs 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 I'd a service it back I think you'll be right there(know you'll be right there) Cuz we right there, yo cardier chaunce Just you in my arms No Sean don, just a bottle of avion [Chorus] [Barrington Levy] So I draw from my tonic and I take one sip Should've seen me cuz I gallop like a horse'll get whipped Come quick yeahhhhhhhhh, come quick whoaaaaaaaaaa Cuz she'll wild out and not tell on her Although someone changed, wanna when I'll be back I'ma love love love love love love you forever Ohi Always be there - for me Always be there Be there for me Ohhhhhhhhh,ayah Ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah Ohhhhhhhhh For me, for me
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