Текст песни Bonnie-n-Shyne (feat. Barrington Levy) - Shyne
Oh-oh-oh
Oh
I,
oh
I
Whoa
Uh,
in
front
of
Gucci
in
the
winter,
I
seen
ya
witcha
girl
Just
walkin'
uh,
in
your
Chinchilla
fur
I
was
laid
up
in
the
Coupe,
black
shade
up
Lookin'
at
ya
face
just
pure
with
no
makeup
A
little
bit
of
Mac
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're
my
destiny
And
you're
diamond
cluster,
too
much
just
to
touch
ya
Perfume,
down
to
ya
structure
Think
I'll
wait,
'til
the
second
night
to
fuck
ya
I
wanna
marry
you,
nah,
I'm
just
playin'
But
we
can
start
with
a
few
nights,
out
in
Malibu
Surfin',
be
layin'
up
on
Persians
Here's
my
number,
put
in
ya
purse
and
call
me
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
wit
the
disease
Then
girl
I'm
gonna
take
you
in
my
Firebird
If
my
Firebird
cannot
take
the
curve
Girl,
put
your
ass
in
the
damn
Metro
bus
I'm
gettin'
closer,
my
player
days
is
over
Well,
maybe
not
completely
But
still
and
all,
come
here,
rest
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
from
they
sleep
Grab
the
sheets
witcha
teeth,
wiggle
ya
butt
cheeks
Quarter
styles
over
ya
body,
lick
you
up
Treat
you
like
a
convenience
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
drive
into
the
sunset,
pull
over
Get
up
on
the
hood
ma,
I
ain't
done
yet,
uh
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
wit
the
disease
Then
girl
I'm
gonna
take
you
in
my
Firebird
If
my
Firebird
cannot
take
the
curve
Girl,
put
your
ass
in
the
damn
Metro
bus
We've
been
together
for
a
few
months
now
Did
it
all,
Four
Seasons
to
the
Trump
Beverly
Hills
bungalows
in
ya
underclothes
In
Paris,
Eiffel
Tower,
bubble
baths
and
showers
In
a
Silindo
sheen,
sincere
is
what
you
seem
See
me
flip
a
couple
things,
load
up
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
BBQ's
or
Mr.
Child's
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
on
the
surface
or
back
I
think
you'd
be
right
there
(know
you'll
be
right
there)
'Cause
we
right
there,
no
Cartier
charms
Just
you
in
my
arms,
no
Sean
Don
Just
a
bottle
of
Evian,
c'mon,
uh
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
wit
the
disease
Then
girl
I'm
gonna
take
you
in
my
Firebird
If
my
Firebird
cannot
take
the
curve
Girl,
put
your
ass
in
the
damn
Metro
bus
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
you
I
love
and
not
another
Although
some
may
change,
well,
you
know
I
will
never
I'ma
love,
love,
love,
love,
love
you
forever,
oh
I
Always
be
there
for
me
Always
be
there,
be
there
for
me
Oh,
eh-ay,
eh-ay,
eh-ay
Oh
For
me,
for
me
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