Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tonight, artist - clipping.. Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tonight |
| Turnt than a motherfucker |
| Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her |
| All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin' |
| But they spot is 'bout to close and they ain’t pullin' nothin' |
| Walls smell like pussy when it sweat |
| Snort it to the face, but the club wet |
| Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex |
| Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex |
| She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin' |
| Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean |
| And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open |
| But you ain’t gonna get it if you so soft-spoken |
| Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low |
| DJ screaming «last call», that liquor dark, that dick gone hard |
| With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass |
| And breaking lamps from beatin pussy purple cause she like it fast |
| Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? |
| Ass like Trina, face like Bey- |
| Oncé, and tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free |
| Cause she’s probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be |
| But shit, the spot about to close and you still ain’t pulled you a freak? |
| It’s the last song of the night |
| Don’t forget to tip the bartender |
| You got fucked up, that’s alright |
| That’s not the only thing you came to do |
| Cause there’s bad ones all around |
| And you ain’t pulled your one yet |
| If you ain’t locked it down by now |
| Then it’s time to figure out who fuckin' tonight (Yeah ho!) |
| Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight |
| I’m drunker than I ever been (Drunk) |
| Higher than I ever been (I'm high) |
| Don’t you want to take me to the bar |
| To get a shot again? |
| (Boom) |
| Don’t you want to take me home? |
| Don’t you want to see me roam? |
| (Yeah, ho!) |
| Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound |
| I’m all up in my zone |
| Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin' |
| I just want some sex |
| Nothing else to do when I leave the club |
| So that’s the best thing next |
| Here, just take my number |
| When you leave, make sure you send a text |
| I’ll be at the Waffle House waiting |
| Baby, fuck the rest (Yeah, ho!) |
| If you at the club and you feel trashed |
| And it’s about to close (Yeah, ho!) |
| Make sure you have a freak that knows |
| How to bend and touch her toes |
| Make sure that that boy know |
| He got a play, what he waiting, I’m sold |
| He get to see me do dances and shit |
| Doin' a split and I’m killin' this shit |
| It’s the last song of the night |
| Don’t forget to tip the bartender |
| You got fucked up, that’s alright |
| That’s not the only thing you came to do |
| Cause there’s bad ones all around |
| And you ain’t pulled your one yet |
| If you ain’t locked it down by now |
| Then it’s time to figure out who fuckin' tonight |
| Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight |
| Yup |
| It’s clipping. |
| Bitch |
| Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums |
| Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums |
| Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet |
| Cab to the someplace, head in the backseat |
| Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards |
| Hands fumbling through denim, keys—keys open doors |
| Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin |
| Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin' |
| Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips |
| Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips |
| Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down |
| Lungs weak, breathing in somebody else’s breath |
| Shit, hold up, what’s your name, what’s up with that breakfast? |
| It’s the last song of the night |
| Don’t forget to tip the bartender |
| You got fucked up, that’s alright |
| That’s not the only thing you came to do |
| Cause there’s bad ones all around |
| And you ain’t pulled your one yet |
| If you ain’t locked it down by now |
| Then it’s time to figure out who fuckin' tonight |
| Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight |