[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