Bernard Kyng - Monaco Nights (feat. Andre Hando & Brittainee B)

Would you mind would you mind ooh
Would you mind would you mind yeah
Would you mind would you mind would you mind if we settled in
Would you mind would you mind would you mind if we settled in
I can feel the anticipation I see you've been making your preparations
I don't wanna dampen your expectations but I'm finna cancel these reservations
I got us a sitter and made arrangements
Don't worry bout nothin I'll handle the entertainment
It's like the Ritz but better accommodations
But I can show you better than I explain it
Ice in the wine bowl tie on this blindfold we at the crib
But it feels like another time zone
She wet as a cyclone I'm hard as a pinecone
We switching positions the sweat glisten like Rhine stones
Sit on my throne get comfortable with the crown
I knock it out and prepare for another round
Where's my umbrella the weather is coming down
If I don't come up for air in a minute I'm finna drown
Would you mind would you mind ooh
Would you mind would you mind yeah
Would you mind would you mind would you mind if we settled in
Would you mind would you mind would you mind if we settled in
Date nights Monaco City nights
Sitting pretty my partner on the side of me looking right ooo
Loving the grown man attire fulfilling my fantasies and my grown woman desires
Would you mind wine and dine
In the moment enjoying you no such thing as time
Got me singing this song like
While you hitting my spot right like
Do do do do do do doooo
Come hit it right while I, I sing my song
All night long
You hop on the keyboard I, I sing along
All night long
Settle in little baby settle down teamwork is the dream
And I want you to stick around, stick around yeah
Come take your time with me, baby, do you mind if I
Would you mind would you mind ooh
Would you mind would you mind yeah
Would you mind would you mind would you mind if we settled in
Would you mind would you mind would you mind if we settled in
Hold it down you're my gravity queen
Like your majesty tender loving care you're a match for me
Fire up the grill n***** mad at me thick on everywhere the fat should be
Proportionate I know every time I enter in I am fortunate
I could never put you on the back burner slave to your love Nat Turner can we
Runaway head to the westside all year a summer day
We done weathered all the rain ground used to have the shakes
We not perfect now just better when we handling mistakes
Grab you right along the waist 'til you hit me with the quakes
Scary soul snatching no casket dead p**** no cat napping
We roll around on the mat savagely still not tapping and
If I'm hitting I am not passing got a big shot average I am not Magic
Would you mind if I, if I have it huh maybe bet aye yeah

Written by:
Brittainee Brown, Dominique Lee

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