Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

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

Socializing, vibing my eyes on Dot
She this book cover lady that be up the spot
While my heart was racing, the hands on the clock
I step I think she see me putting out the pot
Peace Dot, I'm so to see you at the rendezvous
How's life your hands are softer than Camay too
Your hairdo way more class than Berry
Caught visions of me and you riding on the
Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man
I order me a Sex on the Beach the cherry
I order her a on ice, sounds nice
She elegant, eyes, glasses, intelligent
Whispered in my ear she's celibate
Whispered back to her ear we have to go there
As I grab the hand set her politely in the
As we stopped to stare at one
Black sister to
I'm thinking all the time how she be my lover

What's happening brown Say you look so good today
Ankle wrapped around your leg
Here have a seat, complimentary is on me
Bartender, Chateau at table three
Luxurious rings, sparkling
What's your name Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your complexion a reflection of
Sometime a black woman just to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby girl my got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to five?
Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of
Wish I would've bumped your frame a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, one, thirty three
Half with a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you working at a law firm, on Fifth
Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I you
Yo, I'm all older woman, who's happy living
Love kids and, keep all our in the crib and
And not to die with me the God on your side
We holding hands til death do us apart and then we
Earring in the left of your nose love my combo
Should have left my Wis' a times maybe tonight though
Yo you sexy motherfucker, damn the recipe?
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 the chair from under
I had fun plus your backyard with thunder