Fat Joe F- Ginuwine Crush Tonight Lyrics

Crush Tonight Lyrics

1 - 	[Ginuwine]

 	Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands

 	Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and

 	Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and

 	Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz

 

 	Everybody's out to fuck tonight

 	The fine women, they out to fuck tonight

 	My niggas, they down to fuck tonight

 	Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players

 

 [Fat Joe]

 Came through the door, seen it before

 Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor

 You ever felt good to the point you so sure that

 All the attention in the club is yours

 Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior

 Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws

 Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more

 And your crew's all but know it's a horse

 Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'

 Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin

 Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin

 I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again

 

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 Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind

 And to let you know, you just as good as gold

 It's like we got our own little private party goin' on

 And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan

 It's so intimate, we so into it

 Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent

 Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'

 Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend

 Now we at the pad about to crack a case

 Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes

 Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great

 But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next

 

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 [Ginuwine]

 If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me

 Cuz it's on, it's on

 Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed

 It's on, it's on

 

 [Fat Joe]

 Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of it

 It seems your sexuality is just a little curious

 You got a friend, we could gather then split

 If not, I got a girl for every girl I get

 There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast

 We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass

 And you know you wanna be where the cake is at

 Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat

 Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born Killer

 She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer

 She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us

 No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us

 

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