Notorious B.I.G. - Fuck you tonight Lyrics
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- Fuck you tonight Lyrics
Album: Life After Death [Big] Uhh [Dad] I like that, you like that? Heh [Big] Here's another one [Dad] And another one [Big] And another one [Dad] And another one [Big] Uhh, what, what? Intro/Chorus: R. Kelly, Biggie (variations on Big's part) You must be used to me spendin And all that sweet winin and dinin Well I'm fuckin you tonight [Big] Here's another one And another one Uhh, uhh, what? Verse One: Notorious B.I.G. Some say the x, make the sex Spec-tacular, make me lick you from yo neck To yo back, then ya, shiverin, tongue deliverin Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If its alright with you, we fuckin (that's alright) Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between yo legs You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to yo mother's bed At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle Now I know you used to sweets at the Parker Meridian Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends Chorus 2X Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. Girl you look fine, like a windface Rolex, you just shine I like that waistline Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb My styles genuine, girl I love you long time I got you pinned up, with yo fuckin limbs up All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up Bitch keep yo shin up, please watch me do thee Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mommy I like it when you tro' it pon me No love makin, strictly back breakin Ceas' know, all his hoes, go to my door Then they go to his flo', to fuck some more So no, caviar, sharp bar, uh uh Strictly sex that's pretty and left over spaghetti I know you used to slow CD's and Don P's But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that Chorus 2X Verse Three: R. Kelly Lets stop the bullshit baby Let me take you to the stop, get you hot So you wanna be with me, Puff Daddy B.I.G., bring that ass to me Chorus: repeat to fade with variations
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