Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bonnie & Shyne, artist - Shyne. Date of issue: 11.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 Im shyne, and you?, you my destiny |
| And ya diamond cluster, to much just to touch ya Perfume down to ya structure |
| Think Ill wait til the 2nd night to fuck ya I wanna marry you, nah Im just playin |
| But we can start wit a few nights out in malibu surfin |
| Playin up on persian |
| Heres my number |
| Put in ya purse and call me Chorus: |
| 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 Im gonna take you in my mercedes |
| If my mercedes will not fill up wit the disease |
| Then girl Im gonna take you in my firebird |
| If firebird cannot take the curb |
| Girl put jah rust and da dime in jah bus |
| Im 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 Im diggin ya kitty |
| Then we drivin to the sunset |
| Pull over, get up on the hood ma I aint done yet |
| (barrington levy) |
| Weve 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 dont matter |
| Whether my pockets is slim or fatter |
| Whether its bbqs or mr. |
| childs platter |
| Even if I slip off the success ladder |
| Even if the paragraphs didnt hit the charts and smash |
| If my car was a train Id a service it back |
| I think youll be right there (know youll 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 |
| Shouldve seen me cuz I gallop like a horsell get whipped |
| Come quick yeahhhhhhhhh, come quick whoaaaaaaaaaa |
| Cuz shell wild out and not tell on her |
| Although someone changed, wanna when Ill be back |
| Ima 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 |