[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