#! *@ You Tonight lyrics by The Notorious B.I.G.

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#! *@ You Tonight by The Notorious B.I.G.القصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

#! *@ You Tonight by The Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh
I like that, you like that? heh
Here's another one
And another one
And another one
And another one
Uhh, what, what?

[Chorus]
You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well I'm fuckin' you tonight

Here's another one
And another one
Uhh, uhh, what

Some say the ex, 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 it's 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' mothers bed
Not 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 x2]

Girl you look fine, like a wind face 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' chin 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'
Cease 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 cds and Don P's
But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that

[Chorus x2]

Let's 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]

Writer : COMBS, SEAN/WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER/JONES, DARON TAVARIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS