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  • Title:#!*@ You Tonight (Feat. R. Kelly)
  • Artist:The Notorious B.I.G.
  • Album:The Notorious B.I.G.: Greatest Hits
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    Uhh
    I like that, you like that? heh
    Here's another one
    And another one
    Uhh, what, what?
    You must be used to me spendin'
    And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
    Well I'm fuckin' you tonight
    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
    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
    Can you feel me?
    'Cause I can feel you
    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