Lyrics Bonnie & Shyne - Shyne, Barrington Levy

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