Bonnie Shyne Lyrics - Barrington Levy

SHYNE 

Miscellaneous 

Bonnie & 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 

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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 

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 

Photos 

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 

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