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Tytuł: Caramel (Remix)
  • Wykonawca: City High
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[Verse 1: Claudette Ortiz]
    Uh-huh, come on
    You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same
    I ain't into big names, but I like nice things
    I watch boxin' matches and the football games
    I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing
    I like goin' out, takin' walks and stuff
    I don't run with many girls 'cause they talk too much
    I enjoy quiet nights at home and curl up next to ya
    Though I'm ain't a virgin that don't mean I'm havin' sex with ya
    
    [Chorus: Claudette & (Eve)]
    Anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)
    And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)
    5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)
    Smile like the sunrise (Body Like Heaven)
    'Cause anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)
    And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)
    5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)
    Smile like the sunrise (Body Like Heaven)
    
    [Verse 2: Claudette]
    Baby look me in the eyes and tell me yeah
    I'm the kind of girl you like, I'm feelin' you
    'Cause sweetie you're my kind of guy, that's what it is
    Think about it you just might wanna run with this
    All night long and if you want me we can keep this going
    But let me tell you I'm the type that's strong
    And I don't trust a lot of men, I'm independent
    I ain't like some other women
    
    [Chorus]
    
    [Verse 3: Eve]
    I keep 'em mesmorized, listen to me closely
    E-V-E is how a thorough bred supposed to be
    Hate the thirsty type, can't even get close to me
    That's why I got my own stack, Daddy, how it's supposed to be
    I ain't about the game, playin', and gift chasin'
    All in frontin' Daddy Please we both big facin'
    All the things I want, I got, forget me not
    Just from my stance, why you starin' at me? Got'chu hot
    Not too many bitches like her, one of a kind
    I mean even the chickens like her, she just a dime
    Not impressed by your Cris' poppin'
    Cause if you would, I might, end of the night, we gone be lip locking
    But only if I choose to, I don't fall in love easily
    Give'you the blues Boo
    I have you sittin' 'round misty-eyed
    Caramel, get 'em all the time
    Hot shit from City High
    
    [Chorus 2x]

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