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    "Crush Tonight" Lyrics

    Fat Joe feat. Ginuwine and Irv Gotti

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    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 fly 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

    Repeat 1

    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

    Repeat 1

    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

    Repeat 1
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joseph Cartagena, Jessie Colasante, John E. III Eaddy, L. Gates, Jelly's Jams Llc, Elgin Lumpkin, Dan Truman, Marcello Valenzano.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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