SHYNE LYRICS - Bonnie & Shyne

"Bonnie & Shyne"



[Shyne]

In front of Gucci in the winter, I've seen you with you girl

Just walkin' uh - in you chinchilla fur

I was laid up

In the coupe back shade up

Lookin' at you face, just pure with no make up

A little bit a mack lip gloss, hair in a bun well done

Lookin' for a ring, I've seen none

So I hopped out the coupe

In hot pursuit

To stop and introduce

Like I'm Shyne, and you? You're my destiny

And you diamond cluster, to much just to touch you

Perfume down to you structure

Think I'll wait till the second night to fuck you

I wanna marry you, nah I'm just playin'

But we can start with a few nights out in Malibu surfin'

Playin' up on Persian

Here's my number

Put in you 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 with the disease

Then girl I'm gonna take in my Firebird

If Firebird cannot take the curb

Girl put your ass in the damn Metro bus



[Shyne]

I'm gettin' closer

My player days is over

Well maybe not completely, but stay alarmed

Come here huss you head on my bed

And let me get between you legs

Lay on you 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 with you teeth

Wiggle you butt cheeks

Quarter styles over you 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' you 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 to the Trump

Beverly Hills bungalows

In your underclothes

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)

Cause we right there, yo Cartier charms

Just you in my arms

No Sean don, just a bottle of evian



[Chorus]



[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 yeah, come quick whoa

Cause she'll wild out and not tell on her

Although someone changed, wanna when I'll be back

I'm gonna love love love love love love you forever

Ohi

Always be there - for me

Always be there

Be there for me

Oh, ayah

Ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah

Oh

For me, for me