Bonnie And Shyne Lyrics

Bonnie And Shyne lyrics

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 I'm Shyne, and you?, you my destiny 

And ya diamond cluster, to
much just to touch ya 

Perfume down to ya structure 

Think I'll
wait til the 2nd night to fuck ya 

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

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

Playin' up on Persian 

Here's my number 

Put in ya 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 wit 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 Firebird cannot take the curb


Girl put jah rust and da dime in jah bus 



[Shyne] 

I'm 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 I'm diggin' ya kitty 

Then
we drivin' to the sunset 

Pull ov