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Bonnie & Shyne (feat. Barrington Levy)

Bonnie & Shyne (feat. Barrington Levy)

Shyne, Barrington Levy



Uhh, uhh

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 my destiny

And you're diamond cluster, too much just to touch ya

Perfume, down to ya structure

Think I'll wait, until the second night to fuck ya

I want to 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

[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 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 clo-ser, my player days is o-ver

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, uhh


[Shyne] (Barrington Levy)

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; see'mon, uh


[Barrington Levy]

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 yeahhhhhhhhh, come quick whoaaaaaaaaaa

Cause you I love, and not another

Although some may change, girl you know I will never

I'ma love love love love love love you forever, oh-ii

Always be there - for me

Always be there

Be there for me

Ohhhhhhhhh, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah


For me, for me..

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