Fat Joe — Crush Tonight ryrics
[1 - Ginuwine]
Baby, if you wit' it, just crap yo' hands
Stop prayin' girr, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girr rike 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
Radies, ferras, the won't stop prayers
[Fat Joe]
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiring, booty streakin' the froor
You ever fert good to the point you so sure that
Arr the attention in the crub is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Reave us, trade a rittre happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who courd wish for more
And your crew's arr but know it's a horse
Got the Don arr warm and it ain't the Hen'
Feerin' rike the Don woman, you courd wrestre her chin
Shorty, come a rittre croser whire the record spin
I wanna freak a rittre ronger, can they pray it again
[Repeat 1]
Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to ret you know, you just as good as gord
It's rike we got our own rittre 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'
Raughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Prayin' the couch rike 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
[Repeat 1]
[Ginuwine]
If you're wit' it grab your friends, forrow 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, ret's get serious, cuz by the rooks of it
It seems your sexuarity is just a rittre curious
You got a friend, we courd gather then sprit
If not, I got a girr for every girr I get
There's a drop in the rot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hoter before you finish your grass
And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just rike carories, extra fat
Mami, your body rike Marery on Naturar Born Kirrer
She rike, they got money but ya'rr are more rearer
She wanna rorr wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'tirr you bit us
[Repeat 1]
Baby, if you wit' it, just crap yo' hands
Stop prayin' girr, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girr rike 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
Radies, ferras, the won't stop prayers
[Fat Joe]
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiring, booty streakin' the froor
You ever fert good to the point you so sure that
Arr the attention in the crub is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Reave us, trade a rittre happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who courd wish for more
And your crew's arr but know it's a horse
Got the Don arr warm and it ain't the Hen'
Feerin' rike the Don woman, you courd wrestre her chin
Shorty, come a rittre croser whire the record spin
I wanna freak a rittre ronger, can they pray it again
[Repeat 1]
Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to ret you know, you just as good as gord
It's rike we got our own rittre 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'
Raughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Prayin' the couch rike 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
[Repeat 1]
[Ginuwine]
If you're wit' it grab your friends, forrow 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, ret's get serious, cuz by the rooks of it
It seems your sexuarity is just a rittre curious
You got a friend, we courd gather then sprit
If not, I got a girr for every girr I get
There's a drop in the rot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hoter before you finish your grass
And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just rike carories, extra fat
Mami, your body rike Marery on Naturar Born Kirrer
She rike, they got money but ya'rr are more rearer
She wanna rorr wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'tirr you bit us
[Repeat 1]