"Mr Tonight (Outro)" lyrics
DJ Holiday & Gucci Mane Lyrics
Holiday Season
Shit we outta here like last year man
You now what I'm talkin' bout man
Like dirty clothes, man, ya know what I mean, never see it again, man
Man its gone, man
(Haha) Gone Gucci Holiday Man
So Icey Boys the Brick Squad up next man
Shout out to that nigga Juice, man
Gone
Shouts out to everybody to support ya boy
DJ Holiday, I ain't goin no where nigga
So Icey Entertainment, affiliates, plus Blue Entertainment
Street Talk Newspaper man
Shoutout to everybody who fuck wit me man
I'm right here
I'll see ya in ya city I'm workin
DJ Holiday, gone
Holiday Season
They call me Mr. Tonight
You wanna have a drink with Mr. Tonight
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night ...)
Shawty lookin' at me like she thinkin' what's happenin'
Cause later wanna take me home
She had it so classy that her friend [?] me
Its too late baby I'm gone
They call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
Hey, they call me Mr. Right
Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
10 times outta 10 I'll fuck ya right
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night)
They call me Mr. Tonight
Mr. Tonight
Come out at night time
My hoes got the tight eyes, I keep 'em in Prada
My women's are models
Your chickens are butt duck
I met mine at the strip joint you met yours at the bus stop
Tough luck
2 seater with one heater, we both stuck
Lamborghini Gallardo with doors up
From her neck to her ear, shawty she froze up
I was soft she winked my dick rose up
All the hoes were choosy, but I chose her
Pancakes & eggs, Moet mimosta
Rose with the chauffeur, im back tough
Baby girl, I gotcha, thats yo plus
Shawty lookin' at me like she thinkin' what's happenin'
Cause later wanna take me home
She had it so classy that her friend [?] me
Its too late baby I'm gone
They call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
Hey, they call me Mr. Right
Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
10 times outta 10 I'll fuck ya right
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night)
They call me Mr. Tonight
Mr. Tonight, ay
We fuckin' tonight, ay
Everythings ok, ball like ya birthday
I like ya purse bae, fuck on the first date
I take ya to my place, I met her on MySpace
Kinda the girl
She lives the life, she's hot as a fire
Blue diamonds on her fingers shine as bright as the sky
Think you're hotter than I am, she's righter than cayenne
K bat k man, it's Batman & Robin
Bonnie & Clyde dawg, it's Kermit & Piggy
I bought her a Benz, so she bought me a Bentley
Bonnie & Clyde dawg, it's Kermit & Piggy
I bought her a Benz, so she bought me a Bentley
Shawty lookin' at me like she thinkin' what's happenin'
Cause later wanna take me home
She had it so classy that her friend [?] me
Its too late baby I'm gone
They call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
Hey, they call me Mr. Right
Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
10 times outta 10 I'll fuck ya right
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night)
They call me Mr. Tonight
Smokin' that kush-ey, now I want some pussy
And I want some good shit, so I need a hood bitch
Yeah, a ally cat, the streets she'll handle that
Her dude till Tuesday, god knows Gucci gon' handle that
It's Gucci
Shit we outta here like last year man
You now what I'm talkin' bout man
Like dirty clothes, man, ya know what I mean, never see it again, man
Man its gone, man
(Haha) Gone Gucci Holiday Man
So Icey Boys the Brick Squad up next man
Shout out to that nigga Juice, man
Gone
Shouts out to everybody to support ya boy
DJ Holiday, I ain't goin no where nigga
So Icey Entertainment, affiliates, plus Blue Entertainment
Street Talk Newspaper man
Shoutout to everybody who fuck wit me man
I'm right here
I'll see ya in ya city I'm workin
DJ Holiday, gone
Holiday Season
They call me Mr. Tonight
You wanna have a drink with Mr. Tonight
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night ...)
Shawty lookin' at me like she thinkin' what's happenin'
Cause later wanna take me home
She had it so classy that her friend [?] me
Its too late baby I'm gone
They call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
Hey, they call me Mr. Right
Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
10 times outta 10 I'll fuck ya right
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night)
They call me Mr. Tonight
Mr. Tonight
Come out at night time
My hoes got the tight eyes, I keep 'em in Prada
My women's are models
Your chickens are butt duck
I met mine at the strip joint you met yours at the bus stop
Tough luck
2 seater with one heater, we both stuck
Lamborghini Gallardo with doors up
From her neck to her ear, shawty she froze up
I was soft she winked my dick rose up
All the hoes were choosy, but I chose her
Pancakes & eggs, Moet mimosta
Rose with the chauffeur, im back tough
Baby girl, I gotcha, thats yo plus
Shawty lookin' at me like she thinkin' what's happenin'
Cause later wanna take me home
She had it so classy that her friend [?] me
Its too late baby I'm gone
They call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
Hey, they call me Mr. Right
Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
10 times outta 10 I'll fuck ya right
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night)
They call me Mr. Tonight
Mr. Tonight, ay
We fuckin' tonight, ay
Everythings ok, ball like ya birthday
I like ya purse bae, fuck on the first date
I take ya to my place, I met her on MySpace
Kinda the girl
She lives the life, she's hot as a fire
Blue diamonds on her fingers shine as bright as the sky
Think you're hotter than I am, she's righter than cayenne
K bat k man, it's Batman & Robin
Bonnie & Clyde dawg, it's Kermit & Piggy
I bought her a Benz, so she bought me a Bentley
Bonnie & Clyde dawg, it's Kermit & Piggy
I bought her a Benz, so she bought me a Bentley
Shawty lookin' at me like she thinkin' what's happenin'
Cause later wanna take me home
She had it so classy that her friend [?] me
Its too late baby I'm gone
They call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
Hey, they call me Mr. Right
Baby, baby, they call me Mr. Tonight
Ya need a nigga in ya life that'll fuck ya right
10 times outta 10 I'll fuck ya right
They call me Mr. Tonight (night, night, night)
They call me Mr. Tonight
Smokin' that kush-ey, now I want some pussy
And I want some good shit, so I need a hood bitch
Yeah, a ally cat, the streets she'll handle that
Her dude till Tuesday, god knows Gucci gon' handle that
It's Gucci
