[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 heart
Bumpin' and pumpin' that Lodi Dodi
From the (Uhhhh)
I can see that's what cha want it
Cherishing every moment like the last hoping I don't c*m fast and then yah clutch me
Whisperin' (Mac f*ck me) in my ears
My up and downs got you sheddin' tears
Am I what you expected?
If not then I'll correct it 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 Minnie Riperton Come Inside Me (Come inside me)
Ain't no secret, Im'a addict for your touch
Tellin' me yah love me so much, but I ain't goin' for it
Just meet chu' in now that we f*ckin'(sexing) like some newly weds
Don't let this go to your head, I'm camoflauge
[Hook--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 muthaf*cka
A pus*y add up to this sentual spot toucher
My pain crusher, never the c*m 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 b*tch Storm
Anticipating his touch, my sh*t stay sealed tight
He can feel my insides all night, every night, f*ckin' right
Show your skills n*gga, put that thang on me
Please me or relieve me, and let your body hang on me
Far from phony, this n*ggas a TRU representer
I'm claimin' what's mine, that's my di*k and my n*gga
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 n*gga was real
I wish he was real
[Hook]
[Mac (Storm) talking after Hook]
(Ahhhh, haha)
In a song
That's just right there