Tonight Lyrics - Clppng - Clipping

It's Clipping bitch 

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's wet 

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 beating pussy purple cause she like it fast 

Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Beyonce 

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, this spot's 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 

Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight 

I'm drunker than I ever been, higher than I ever been 

Don't you want to take me to the bar to get a shot again? 

Don't you want to take me home? Don't you want to see me roam? 

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 be sure to send a text 

I'll be at the Waffle House waitin', baby fuck the rest 

If you at the club and you feel trashed and it about to close 

Make sure you have a freak that knows how to bend and touch her toes 

Make sure that that boy know, he gotta play when he weighin' that soul(?) 

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 

Yeah, 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 back seat 

Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards 

Hands fumbling through (?) 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 

Eyes rolling, bones shaking, 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