Bonnie And Shyne lyrics

Artist  : Shyne 
Song : Bonnie And Shyne



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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 coupeIn 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 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


 Oh 

 Always be there - for me  

 Always be there  

 Be there for me 

 Ohhhhhhhhh,ayahAyah, ayah, ayah, ayah 

 Ohhhhhhhhh 

 For me, for me