f*ckin’ Tonight lyrics
by Fatman Scoop
[Intro: Fatman Scoop]
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight?
If your pus*y is wet, you gon’ stand up
If your pus*y is wet, you gon’ stand up
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
You see me with my light-skinned broad
But she ain’t got a body like yours
White girls give good head
But you be doin’ it more passionate
You say all I ever talk about is sex
And all I ever wanna do is f*ck
But you’ve been tryna book a hotel
And I’ve been tryna hit it in the truck
[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drink ’til I get f*cked up (’til I get f*cked up)
Drink ’til I get f*cked up
You been givin’ me the best blowjobs
You my employee of the month
Ass all up in the air
Pull my thing out, hold it right there
Go on and bust it open for a player
Now I’m gon’ beat the pus*y up
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Fatman Scoop]
‘Cause we f*ckin’ tonight (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
We f*ckin’ tonight (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
We f*ckin' (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
We f*ckin’ tonight (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
Yeah, you must be used to me, used to me (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
And all that sweet winin’ and dinin’, but I’m f*ckin’ you tonight
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?
Yeah, you must be used to me, used to me (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
And all that sweet winin’ and dinin’, but I’m f*ckin’ you tonight
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
With that big ol’ butt
You’re used to gettin’ everything you want
You swerve a brand new Panamera
Red-bottoms on, gotta stunt
High-maintenance, no patience, everything fast
And I bought everything cash
She let the Dolla $ign smash, ha
[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drink ’til I get f*cked up ('til I get f*cked up)
Drink ’til I get f*cked up
You been givin’ me the best blowjobs
You my employee of the month
Ass all up in the air
Pull my thing out, hold it right there
Go on and bust it open for a player
Now I’m gon’ beat the pus*y up
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Fatman Scoop]
‘Cause we f*ckin’ tonight (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
We f*ckin’ tonight (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
We f*ckin’ (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
We f*ckin’ tonight (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
Yeah, you must be used to me, used to me (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
And all that sweet winin’ and dinin’, but I’m f*ckin’ you tonight
Night (Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
Aw, yeah (Who f*ckin’ tonight? Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
Yeah, you must be used to me, used to me (Who f*ckin’ tonight?)
And all that sweet winin’ and dinin’, but I’m f*ckin’ you tonight