Bonnie & Shyne Testo

(Shyne:)In front of Gucci in the winter,I seen ya wit' cha girlJust walkin' uhIn ya chin chilla furI was laid upIn the coupe back shade upLookin' at cha face,Just pure wit' no make upA little bit a mack lip gloss,Hair in a bun well doneLookin' for a ring,I seen noneSo I hopped out the coupeIn hot pursuitTo stop and introduceLike I'm Shyne, and you?,You my destinyAnd ya diamond cluster,To much just to touch yaPerfume down to ya structureThink I'll wait til theSecond night to f*** yaI wanna marry you,Nah I'm just playin'But we can start wit' aFew nights out in Malibu surfin'Playin' up on PersianHere's my numberPut in ya purse and call meCHORUS:(Barrington Levy:)On the telephone,She heard my voiceTell me to pick her upIn my Rolls RoyceIf my Rolls RoyceIs not wit' ladiesThen girl I'm gonna takeYou in my MercedesIf my Mercedes will notFill up wit' the diseaseThen girl I'm gonnaTake you in my FirebirdIf Firebird cannotTake the curbGirl put jah rust andDa dime in jah bus(Shyne:)I'm gettin' closerMy player days is overWell maybe not completely,But stay alarmedCome here huss yaHead on my bedAnd let me getBetween ya legsLay on ya back, uhTake it from the backLike a bad girl suppose to,I know you like thatScream wake the neighboursWhen they sleepGrab the sheets wit' cha teethWiggle ya butt cheeksQuarter styles over yaBody, lick you upTreat you likeA convenient store,Stick you upTake you to the balcony,Pick you upSo you can look at the city,While I'm diggin' ya kittyThen we drivin'To the sunsetPull over, get upOn the hoodMa I ain't done yetRepeat chorus(Shyne (Barrington Levy:):)We've been togetherFor a few months nowDid it all four seasonsTill the trunkBeverly Hills bungalowsIn ya undercloseIn Paris, Eiffel TowerBubble baths and showersIn a silindo sheen,Sincere is what you seenSee me flip a couple things,Go to magazinesAnd I, I think you mightBe the right one whoa(The right one)Wait press the brakes,Gotta investigateWhat I do knowTo you it don't amtterWhether my pocketsIs slim or fatterWhether it's BBQsOr Mr.Child's platterEven if I slip offThe success ladderEven if the paragraphs didn'tHit the charts and smashIf my car was a trainI'd a service it backI think you'll be right there(Know you'll be right there)'Cause we right there,Yo cardier chaunceJust you in my armsNo Sean don,Just a bottle of avionRepeat chorus(Barrington Levy:)So I draw from my tonicAnd I take one sipShould've seen me 'causeI gallop like a horse'llGet whippedCome quick yeah,Come quick whoa'Cause she'll wild outAnd not tell on herAlthough someone changed,Wanna when I'll be backI'ma love love love loveLove love you foreverOhiAlways be there for meAlways be thereBe there for meOh, ayah, ayah,Ayah, ayah, ayahOh for me, for me