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Crush Tonight

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[1 - ginuwine]

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

Everybodys out to fuck tonight

The fine women, they out to fuck tonight

My niggas, they down to fuck tonight

Ladies, fellas, the wont 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 crews all but know its a horse

Got the don all warm and it aint 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

Its like we got our own little private party goin on

And the scene just changed into shores of san juan

Its so intimate, we so into it

Such a tender thing, but fuck Im innocent

Grindin so hard you gotta know what Im thinkin

Laughin cuz imma kidnap you for the weekend

Now we at the pad about to crack a case

Playin the couch like ceasars, 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 youre wit it grab your friends, follow joe and me

Cuz its on, its on

Went in and got the cris and a pound of weed

Its on, its on

[fat joe]

Now mami, lets 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

Theres 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 yall 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]

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