Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

Yo, what's the deal
Ain't I'm just hibernating, love that watch
Pour me some and cold Courvoisier
No doubt, have a chair Boo get to pollying
Who you with? Me and and some trick who's Yugoslavian
What is that? It's only wool and Rayon
Lipstick crayon, fly Fahrenheit on
I'm tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy
And bricks stealing many fifties
Fuck negotiating, is you with me is you
Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat bacon
I don't get down like that, I get down neither
Cuban links skeezer, why you acting a rap teaser
I'm like the jewelry exchange plus a
Nigga you small change I only fuck for chains
Analyzing Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on
Assistant in Paragon

Socializing, vibing with my on Dot
She this cover lady that be blowing up the spot
my heart was racing, like the hands on the clock
I step live I think she see me out the pot
Peace Dot, I'm so to see you at the rendezvous
How's life today hands are softer than Camay too
Your hairdo way more class Halle Berry
Caught of me and you riding on the ferry
Plus your daughter Kiki to my man Merry
I order me a Sex on the Beach with the
I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds
She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses,
in my ear that she's celibate
Whispered to her ear we don't have to go there
As I grab the hand set her in the chair
As we stopped to at one another
Black sister to
I'm thinking all the how she could be my lover

What's happening brown Say you look so good today
Ankle bracelet wrapped your leg
Here have a seat, drinks is on me
Bartender, Chevalier Chateau at three
Luxurious rings, eyes
What's your sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your complexion a reflection of
Sometime a woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby girl my got you high
you wanna hit me with the keys to that five?
Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of
Wish I would've bumped into your a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, thirty one, three
Half with a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into woman, who's happy living
Love kids and, all our business in the crib and
And not afraid to die me the God on your side
We holding hands til death do us and then we slide
in the left side of your nose love my combo
Should left my Wis' a thousand times maybe tonight though
Yo you motherfucker, damn what's the recipe?
You a nigga wanna god damn!
Can you cook darling? At the stove you're
Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga
Here take my let me pull the chair from under
I had fun plus your backyard speak with