Fuck You Tonight

Songwriters: Wallace, Christopher; Kelly, Robert; Combs, Sean; Jones, Daron;

Featuring: R. Kelly

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You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

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Some say the X, make the sex
Spectacular, 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'
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 mother's bed
At 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 suites at the Parker Meridian
Trips to the Carribean, but tonight no ends

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

Here's another one
And another one
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Girl, you look fine, like a windface Rolex, you just shine
I like that waistline
Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb
My style's 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 shin 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'
Ceas' 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 CD's and Don P's
But tonight it's eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

Let's stop the bullshit, baby
Let me take you to the spot, get you hot
So you wanna be with me, Puff Daddy
B.I.G., bring that ass to me

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight

You must be used to me spendin'
And all that sweet winin' and dinin'
Well, I'm fuckin' you tonight