Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

Yo, what's the Goldilocks?
Ain't nothing I'm just hibernating, love that
Pour me some Scotch and cold
No doubt, have a Boo lets get to pollying
Who you with? Me and Molly and trick who's Yugoslavian
What fabric is that? It's only wool and
Lipstick crayon, fly spray on
I'm tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy
And transporting bricks stealing fifties
Fuck negotiating, is you me is you waiting
Sweet as carrot cake, plus you don't eat turkey bacon
I get down like that, I don't get down neither
Cuban links skeezer, why you like a rap teaser
I'm like the exchange plus a range
Nigga you small change I only for figaro chains
Miss Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on
Assistant in Paragon

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

happening brown sugar? Say you look so good today
Ankle bracelet wrapped around leg
Here have a seat, complimentary is on me
Bartender, Chateau at table three
rings, eyes sparkling
What's your sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your gives a reflection of
Sometime a woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the to that five?
Just baby, I have a sharp sense of humour
Wish I would've bumped into your a lot sooner
your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three
Half Hawaiian a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into older woman, happy living
kids and, keep all our business in the crib and
And not afraid to die with me the God on your
We holding hands til death do us apart and then we
Earring in the left side of your love my combo
Should have left my Wis' a thousand times maybe though
Yo you sexy motherfucker, damn what's the
You make a wanna god damn!
Can you cook darling? At the you're evolving
macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving
Here take my number let me pull the chair under
I had fun plus your backyard with thunder