Mac: Camoflauge love

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