Tytuł: Camoflauge love

• Wykonawca: Mac
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   feat Storm Peaches
  
  [Mac]
  
  Check this out
  When you makin' love to the Camoflauge Assassin' (Camoflauge)
  You call it Camoflauge Love (Ugh)
  Iight
  Take all night (Just right)
  
  [Mac (Peaches)]
  
  (Uhhhhh)
  
  I enter your body just like I shot it
  I feel yah hard
  Bumpin' and pumpin' that Lodi Dodi
  From the (Uhhhh)
  I can see that's what cha want it
  Cherishing every moment like the last hope
  And I don't cum fast until yah clutch me
  Whisperin' (Mac fuck me) in my ears
  My up and downs got you sheddin' tears
  Am I what you expected?
  Ain't nothin' I corrected at times
  I'm just amazed by the site of you naked
  You gotta respect it and forgive me if I'm rough
  And I enter tah spend a while
  I've been on a role tryin' tah make a million with my rap style
  I kiss yah lips and feel the fireworks as yah ride me
  Listenin' to many rippleton come inside me (Come inside me)
  Ain't no secret, Im'a add it for your touch
  Tellin' me yah love me so much, but I ain't goin' for
  Just menchin' in now that we fuckin' like some newly weds
  Don't let this go to your head, I'm camoflauge
  
  [Chorus--Mac (Peaches)]
  
  Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
  Make me come on and ah (Don't stop)
  You bring the weed, Im'a bring the Pereon (Uhhh)
  
  Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
  Make me come on and ah (Don't stop)
  Lock the doors and unplug the phones (Uhhh)
  
  Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
  Make me come on and ah (Don't stop)
  You bring the rubbers, I'll put up the 100 bones (Uhhh)
  
  Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
  Make me come on and ah (Don't Stop)
  Maybe it's your tone, got me visualizing a song
  
  [Storm]
  
  Camofluage lover, oh this fine muthafucka
  A pussy add up to this sentual spot toucher
  My pain crusher, never the cum rusher
  The only one to get up in me with no rubber
  Slip in me like butter, keepin' in form
  All day, all night it's 'bout that bad bitch Storm
  Anticipating his touch, my shit stay sealed tight
  He can feel my insides all night, every night, fuckin' right
  Show your skills nigga, put that thang on me
  Please me or relieve me, and let your body hang on me
  Far from phony, this niggas a TRU representer
  I'm claimin' what's mine, that's my dick and my nigga
  My soulja got me dressed up in them see-thru fatigues
  And we goin' to war, yes indeed
  This what I need tah feel the way he makes me feel
  Damn, only if this nigga was real
  I wish he was real
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Mac (Storm) talking after chorus]
  
  (Ahhhh, haha)
  
  In a song
  That's just right there