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| Camoflauge Love
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[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 thats what cha want it
Cherishing every moment like the last hope
And I dont 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?
Aint nothin I corrected at times
Im just amazed by the site of you naked
You gotta respect it and forgive me if Im rough
And I enter tah spend a while
Ive 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)
Aint no secret, Ima add it for your touch
Tellin me yah love me so much, but I aint goin for
Just menchin in now that we fuckin like some newly weds
Dont let this go to your head, Im camoflauge
[Chorus--Mac (Peaches)]
Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (Dont stop)
You bring the weed, Ima bring the Pereon (Uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (Dont stop)
Lock the doors and unplug the phones (Uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (Dont stop)
You bring the rubbers, Ill put up the 100 bones (Uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (Give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (Dont Stop)
Maybe its 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 its 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
Im claimin whats mine, thats 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
Thats just right there |
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21.Oct.2001 00:10:04 |
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