Tonight (Feat. Gangsta Boo)

歌詞

It's clipping. bitch Turnt than a motherfucker Bought that ho a shot 'cause you wanna cuff her All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin' But they spot is 'bout to close and they ain't pullin' nothin' Walls smell like pussy when it sweat Snort it to the face, but the club wet Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin' Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken Flashing lights, molly dreams Face down low, DJ screaming "Last call" That liquor dark, that dick gone hard With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass And breaking lamps from beating pussy purple 'cause she like it fast Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Beyonce And tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free 'Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be But shit, this spot's about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak? It's the last song of the night Don't forget to tip the bartender You got fucked up, that's alright That's not the only thing you came to do 'Cause there's bad ones all around And you ain't pulled your one yet If you ain't locked it down by now Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight, who fucking tonight Who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight I'm drunker than I ever been, higher than I ever been Don't you want to take me to the bar to get a shot again? Don't you want to take me home? Don't you want to see me roam? Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound, I'm all up in my zone Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin', I just want some sex Nothing else to do when I leave the club so that's the best thing next Here, just take my number, when you leave be sure to send a text I'll be at the Waffle House waitin', baby fuck the rest If you at the club and you feel trashed and it about to close Make sure you have a freak that knows how to bend and touch her toes Make sure that that boy know, he gotta play when he weighin' that soul He get to see me do dances and shit, doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit It's the last song of the night Don't forget to tip the bartender You got fucked up, that's alright That's not the only thing you came to do 'Cause there's bad ones all around And you ain't pulled your one yet If you ain't locked it down by now Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight, who fucking tonight Who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight Yeah, it's Clipping bitch Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet Cab to the someplace, head in the back seat Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards Hands fumbling through denim, keys, keys open doors Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin' Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips Beat it up, spread it out Bust it open, take it down Eyes rolling, bones shaking Lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast? It's the last song of the night Don't forget to tip the bartender You got fucked up, that's alright That's not the only thing you came to do Cause there's bad ones all around And you ain't pulled your one yet If you ain't locked it down by now Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight, who fucking tonight Who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight